Well, fuck me. Hade watched Lee lean over the hood of another guy’s car in her tight little Lycra hot pants so she was practically sitting on it (no metal studs, she’d reassured the owner) and felt his cock stiffen as she bent over and then squeezed a sponge full of water over her white tank top. He’d thought she must have used up all her moves in the first hour of the car wash, but she kept coming up with new flourishes. Spins, shimmies, slides, all covered in foam, hot water, and very little clothing. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she was going to give the cars at this wash a blow job.

Shit. Her tank top gave up completely and a strap ripped off so she pulled it down, tearing it farther and revealing a lovely show of cleavage from her sporty little black bra.

She spun on her ass, sitting on the hood of the red Lexus, and its owner whistled low and long. Hade’s hands tightened as Lee gave the guy a wink.

Jealous? He checked himself. Maybe a little. But mostly proud, if anything. Proud and hot for her.

“She’s a firecracker, that’s for damn sure,” the Lexus guy said. “Nice to get shaken down for cash by bikers in such a pleasant way. You must be cleaning up.”

“Guess so,” said Hade. “And this is for St. Catherine’s. Didn’t you read the sign?”

“Sure, sure.” The Lexus guy backed off quickly but not before Hade noticed he pushed a stack of bills into Lee’s bucket.

“Thought you were talking out your ass when you said seven grand, but you might just make it.” Rocco was suddenly beside him and Hade started. The older biker had a way of appearing without a sound.

“Said she’d been a burlesque dancer, but eight out of ten women think they’re burlesque dancers these days.”

Rocco nodded. “Well she’s legit, that’s for sure. Milked that Lexus guy for a cool two hundy. At a car wash, for fuck’s sake.”

Hade had to fight the smile that pushed at the edges of his mouth. Rocco didn’t do women. Not that he didn’t fuck them now and then, but being proud of one, feeling any sense of ownership? He’d taken that off the table long ago—his brother had told him as much.

“Seven grand is peanuts really though, isn’t it? Not like anything the gang usually pulls in,” Hade said.

“Legal money is harder to come by. Don’t knock it. Hard day’s work, good job all around. I’m impressed, Hade. I like that you give a shit. Your pop would be proud.”

Hade’s mouth almost fell open. Rocco never mentioned his father.

“Shit.”

Hade followed Rocco’s eyes and saw a stranger wearing the Reapers of Menace logo arrive on a chrome-heavy bike. “Hoods and hogs. Guess one of them was always going to try it on.”

“No one here is going to wash his bike. I heard one of the new kids had decided to call the Reapers out, and looks like the rumors were true.”

“Don’t recognize him,” Hade said as the man dismounted his bike and looked around, making sure everyone saw him.

Rocco’s face was hard. “Some of these new kids watch too many movies. Don’t understand that you can’t just fuck up anyone you want to and then go back to your beer. There are consequences. To everything. You get that. Thank Christ.”

Did he? Hade shook off the thought. He did. And Rocco would be the first to let him know if he was messing things up. The delicate balance of the gang took plenty of smarts to keep in check. He’d been flattered that Rocco believed in him enough to give him this shot.

Rocco slid from his side just as silently as he’d appeared and Hade looked over to see him having a quiet word with the biker. The guy nodded and went back to his bike, leaning back against it with his arms crossed. That was something else he needed to learn, Hade realized. He’d solved too many arguments with his fists of late.

“What did you say?” he asked Rocco when the man returned to his side.

“Just told him he had a one-time pass to watch the show then be on his way. Told him to think about the children.”

“Really?”

Rocco laughed. “No. I told him you’d break his nose if he started anything. Now shut up, I wanna watch.”

Lee’s laugh stopped their conversation and Hade tried to stop overthinking the situation even as his insides tightened, while Lee stalked over to another car, a yellow Porsche no less, and leaned right over it.

Lee spread herself over the hood on her back and pulled her legs into her chest, shimmying her cute little ass as she did. Then she leaned forward to pick up a sponge and let the hot soapy water run down over her arms. The threat of the other biker dimmed as the focus of everyone in the vacant lot honed in on Lee. Dropping the sponge on the hood of the car, she swiped at it once, twice, then used her butt to give it a third swirling wash of suds before laying herself out flat on her stomach, her butt high in the air, just asking to be spanked. Hade sucked in air through his teeth.

Hell, if he watched any more of that he was going to have to pull her off the car and have her over his Harley again. Don’t go there. The thought of what she’d done to his cock as she’d writhed around on his machine . . . Man.

She lay back and slid herself over the car, holding the sponge up over her body and letting the water pour down over her. There was a universal intake of breath as she shimmied down the hood, hands between her open thighs. Glancing over at the owner, Hade saw the guy with his mouth open, his hand on his wallet, and smirked at how right Lee had been. Then Lee ran a hand down her throat, across her torso, and down one leg, spreading her thighs wide, her eyes seeking Hade’s out. In her gaze, there was no doubt that this was for him. All of it. And damn if that didn’t make him even hotter.

Don’t go getting all confused now. She’s hot. And it’s good. But that’s where it ends.

Was it though? The longer he hung out with her, the more he realized he was into her. Really into her. Maybe she was right and he could have a woman and head up the gang. Sure, no one in the history of the Raising Hellfire Gang had done it. But then no one had to deal with the pressures of the gang in the new world of police hunts via social media, crowd-sourced gang fights, and all the rest. And no one else had a woman who was willing to dance like that to raise money for a school basketball court. She wasn’t a drain, far from it. He felt alive, really alive, and ready to take on the shit that was about to come his way for the first time in a long time.

A cheer erupted from the smattering of bikers standing by, including the rogue Menace guy. Hade looked up again and Lee was standing on top of the Porsche, three women spraying her down with water. Her clothes left nothing to the imagination. Nothing. With tight breasts, pushing their hard little nipple buds out into the world, she stood with her legs apart, and all Hade could think of was opening them even farther and pushing her down into his bed with his body. She sagged a little, then caught herself, pushing a smile onto her face even as the water sprayed her down.

Checking his watch, Hade realized they’d been at it for almost four hours. No wonder Lee was starting to feel it. The cars that had started lining up after Lee’s first performance had dwindled, too. It was home o’clock, time to start rolling things up. Just then however, the Reaper started toward Lee.

“Wanna wash my bike next?”

“No. She doesn’t. We’re about to pack up.” Hade didn’t even bother to hide the growl in his voice.

“Wasn’t talking to you,” the other biker said, his eyes not leaving Lee.

“Too bad.” Hade moved to stand in front of Lee, letting the biker’s eyes take in the full scope of his broad shoulders.

“It’s okay, I can wash his bike.” Lee put a hand on Hade’s arm but rather than calming him like it was supposed to, it just made him aware of how much he was enjoying having her in his life. A life that didn’t allow for commitments other than the gang. “No, you can’t,” he said to her. “He’s just leaving.”

The guy didn’t move.

“I said you were just leaving.”

The Menace guy shrugged. “Your loss.”

“I’ll live with it,” Hade said and only after the guy had gotten back on his bike and roared out of sight did his shoulders relax.

“I could have washed his bike for him. Milked him for some more cash,” Lee said, her hand snaking up to his neck. Hade softened. Everyone was fine. They’d made plenty of money and Lee had been true to her word.

But Lee’s reaction just showed him how little she understood his world. And how soon this was likely going to end.