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254 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 24, 2018
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Had expected more*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
Sweet came a second later, somehow still managing to half hold Bram up against him.
God, how long had it been? Months and months of his own hand, he realized as he tried to get his breathing under control. Because prospects in the Heathens fucked women—no bisexuals or gays allowed. So he’d turned himself into a goddamned monk—hence the nickname—and pretended he’d been wounded in battle so he didn’t have to fuck indiscriminately.
Although he loved women, he mostly missed the goddamned weight, the pressure and brute strength of a man on him. Sweet had given him everything he’d asked for.
“How?” he managed.
Sweet glanced up at him. “I have my ways. Pays to be in charge.”
“I thought—”
“I know. And you would’ve done it anyway,” Sweet told him. It wasn’t an accusation, merely a calm statement of fact Bram agreed with wholeheartedly. He’d surrendered to Sweet’s wants, his needs . . . he’d shown the other MC members that Sweet was not only in charge of the club, but in charge of his man. And in this culture, that was possibly the most important sign of an effective leader.
He’d trusted Sweet, and Sweet hadn’t let him down.

