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ass,” Jakob said from behind Drevin, and it was then Drevin realized who the younger male was referring to. The woman that trailed behind the old man was wearing a pair of cutoffs, some cowboy boots, and a white tank that was clearly not hiding the fact her nipples were hard. Drevin looked away, feeling his distaste over the woman even though she was beautiful. He cared for Allie, and because of that he and his bear found all other women distasteful. It was like this for all bear shifters when they found the woman they wanted to stay with, have a life with, and grow old with. It was a blessing, but for these younger males it was all about the pussy and getting their dicks wet.
He took a step back, as did Brick, and the two of them let the other members handle this. For twenty minutes they talked about the land, about the water supply, the acreage and wildlife, and then they started in on cost. He was impressed when Mason took control at first, talking to the man, going over the figures they discussed, and what the club was willing to pay. The property would not just be about building a hangout for all Grizzly charters to come together as one, but also a place where they could have the isolation to let their beasts out.
The woman stayed back, but Drevin could tell she was invested in the conversation. She might dress scantily, but she was smart. That was clear in the way she kept her focus on the guys, and listened to everything they said.
Finally, the old man turned and started talking to the woman. They moved back a few feet, but even the distance couldn’t dim out Drevin’s animal senses. He heard everything they said, and knew all the Grizzlies were listening very closely.
“Granddad, you sure you want to sell?” The woman said.
“Darlin’, I’m getting too old to tend to the land anymore, and we still have a few dozen left for the family. I think this is the best route.” The old man’s voice was raspy with age.
“Okay, if this is what you want,” the woman said, and gave her grandfather a hug. The two of them faced the Grizzlies once more.
“I think we got ourselves a deal,” the older man said, and he and all of the members shook on it. And just like that, the Grizzlies had some work to do to make this place a second home.
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Allie was washing the last dish when she heard a knock on Drevin’s front door. She’d agreed to stay at his place while he was gone, but the truth was she enjoyed being here, surrounded by his stuff. She set the rag down and headed toward the door. Glancing out the peephole, she saw it was a group of women, ones she didn’t recognize. Drevin had told her the club knew she was here, so maybe they were with them? Feeling a bit strange and uncomfortable, she pulled the door open, not about to be rude. Allie smiled, trying to be polite because these women were part of The Grizzly MC, or at least so she assumed.
“Allie?” the one closest to her said.
“Yes.” She glanced among the four women.
“I’m Sonya, Jagger’s old lady.” She smiled. “This is Darra, Brick’s old lady, Diesel’s old lady, Maggie,” she started pointing out each of the women. “Molly, Stinger’s old lady, and Court and Dallas’s old ladies, Hope and Lilly.”
The one named Lilly held up a six-pack of beer.
“We just figured you might want some company since Drevin is gone,” Sonya said and smiled. “And, well, we wanted to meet you. It’s been a long time for Drevin, and we’re happy he’s found someone.”
Allie felt so off kilter right now, and it was all because these women had thought about her, and taken time out of their schedule to make sure she wasn’t alone.
Sonya held up a covered dish, and the rest of the women did the same. “We brought dinner, too, knowing you were here alone while some of the guys are on a run.”
“Oh, um, thank you.” Allie was surprised that they’d been kind enough to see her. “Come on in.” They all piled into the house, and Allie
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