Free Death Lords Motorcycle Club: Annie, Michigan, and Easy (The Motorcycle Clubs Series) by Ella Goode

debate in my mind. I want to wear the plug like I want to wear the claiming cuffs.
    “I trust you.”
    Michigan’s swift intake of breath is followed by his head buried in my shoulder. My heart sings in response. This is the right decision. These are the right men for me. I don’t know how I’m going to explain it to my father or anyone else but I know that being with these two is worth any approbation from my only family. I’ve lived so long in the bubble created for me but that’s no life at all.
    “You won’t regret it, Little Red.” Easy douses the purple plug with a gel and with a nod, Michigan lifts my leg. He pets me softly around my labia, stroking two long fingers on either side as Easy spreads the same gel-like substance around my rear.
    “Bear down when you feel it coming in,” Easy instructs.
    Michigan tips my head up and says, “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” His mouth lowers to mine in a sweet morning kiss but our eyes are glued together so when the plug pushes at my small forbidden entrance, I concentrate on the rich emotion that is swirling in Michigan’s beautiful light brown eyes and the luxurious feeling of his lips pressing into mine. The golden glow of the rising sun casts his body in bronze, tanned and golden and breathtaking.
    Behind me, Easy twists and pushes until the small plug is fully seated. “You wear this every day for a week and by the end of the week, we’ll see you again. If you’re still wearing the plug then we know you’re interested in being with us.”

Chapter Nine
    Michigan
    L etting Annie go didn’t feel right. I made Easy take her home because I knew if I got her on the back of my bike, I wouldn’t drop her off. We’d just ride until the bike ran out of gas and then I’d fill it up and we’d ride some more. Maybe we’d wind up in Montana and I’d hire on as a hand on some ranch while Annie waited tables in a local cafe. We’d send for Easy when we were settled in.
    “It’s going to work out fine,” Easy says for about the fiftieth time and pushes another beer at me. It’s going to take something stronger than beer to get me through the next couple of days. It’s been a week. The only thing we’ve heard from Annie is that she’s still got our gift but doesn’t know how to get it back to us. Easy and I take that to mean she doesn’t know how to get away from her old man.
    “What’s going to work out?” Judge, our club president asks. He’s snuck up on us at the granary.
    “Our deal with Annie,” Easy replies and pulls out another beer from the cooler for Judge. He twists off the cap and drains half the dark brew.
    “You guys interested in a trip to Minneapolis? The situation with the Viper Crew is coming to a head. I need someone to go and check them out.”
    I nod and Easy answers for me. “Sure. Just want us to evaluate them or do you want us to run them through a test?”
    “Evaluate to see if they’re worth a test. At this point all we know is that they’re barely old enough to vote and hold almost no power. Only reason I would even consider bringing them in under the Death Lords’ protection is because I knew Rabid’s old man.” Judge scratches his head. “My hope is that you think they’re fucking hotheads who are two steps away from a jail cell. If they’re even halfway decent, I have to seriously consider bringing them in.”
    “We got this,” Easy says and winks at me. The hairs on my neck stand up because whatever he’s got in mind is trouble. “But maybe your old lady can help us out.”
    “No,” I interrupt.
    “Why not?”
    “Because we don’t want to involve anyone else.” It’s bad enough he got his grandma to make up a story to get Annie over to our place. Now he wants the old lady of our club’s president to lie to some preacher so we can fuck his daughter?
    Judge slides onto a stool next to me. “What’s going on?”
    “Annie’s father is Pastor Bloom. From what I’ve gleaned, he’s got his thumb on her