Page 9 of Crusher

Muting the TV, I grab my phone from beside me on the couch and pull up the app to see who’s at my front door. I release an annoyed breath at the sight of Crusher standing there with Gamble right behind him.

How the hell does he know where I live?

Crusher grins at the camera, assuming that I’m watching him from inside the house, which, of course, I am.

Maybe if I don’t move, he’ll?—

The cocky bastard hits the doorbell again, setting off those annoying chimes. I guess ignoring him is off the table. I stomp toward the door, flinging it open and leveling him with a glare. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Well, hello to you too, pumpkin.” He cocks a grin, then holds up a large paper bag. “I brought dinner.”

Gamble steps out from behind him and waves at me with a smirk. “Hey, Sadie. You’re looking good, as always.”

I glance in his direction, his grin almost matching Crusher’s. He’s pretty damn hot, even more so when he smiles. I know plenty of women who’d gladly throw themselves at him, but his charm doesn’t work on me. I’m immune to bullshit, no matter how sexy the packaging is. Sadly for me, the only man my libido even remotely responds to these days is the one currently eye-fucking me at my front door.

Crusher’s gaze sweeps down my body, then returns to my face. “You gonna invite me in? I need to eat…”

“I’m sure they serve lovely meals in jail. You can find out after I call the cops,” I grind out while Gamble muffles his laugh with a closed fist.

Crusher whips his head toward his friend as if just remembering he’s there. “You can leave now, man. I’m good.”

“Uh-uh, take your giant friend with you.” I lift my chin in Crusher’s direction.

“I’m staying right here… Trouble.” He sensually draws out his words, making the hairs rise on the back of my neck. My nipples grow tight, pressing against my cotton shirt, and I hate how quickly my body reacts to him.

“The hell you are,” I grit out, fighting to control the sense of physical need surging through me.

Gamble steps back with his hands raised in mock surrender. “As entertaining as this is, I gotta get back to the clubhouse.”

Crusher’s expression grows serious as he turns to face his friend. “Watch your back, brother,” he warns.

“Always do.” Gamble gives him a two-finger salute before peering around the mountain of muscle standing between us. Then, he shoots me a flirty smolder. “Be seein’ you, Sadie.”

Crusher growls quietly, making Gamble chuckle beneath his breath.

I open my mouth to protest his leaving with one less biker in tow, but the guy’s almost to the sidewalk by the time I find my voice. Crusher tries to sneak past me to make his way inside my house, and I quickly place a firm hand on his bulging pecs, halting him at the threshold.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” My tone is deceptively sweet as I bat my eyelashes and smile at him.

“I’m going inside, woman,” he scoffs.

“No, you’re not. Your ride just left and I’m guessing your bike is still trashed. So your next option is calling an Uber 'cause you’re not coming in here.”

“Baby, don’t be like that. You know you want me to come inside.” The seductive way he licks his full lips makes my pussy flutter. “Besides, we have unfinished business.”

We do have unfinished business, and that’s the problem. I’ve never wanted a man so much in my life, and I knew it from the moment we met. That’s why I ran out on him. Just being near him is making my head dizzy, and I’m someone who likes control. Not over other people, but over my own life—or, at least, as much control as I can have.

I had zero say in the matter when my parents died and my whole world turned upside down. I lost everything except for Kyle. We had no other family to speak of, so I had to grow up fast and get my shit together. I was nineteen and working on my nursing degree when I suddenly became a single mom to a three-year-old. If it weren’t for Tessa, I don’t know what I would’ve done. She’s practically raising my kid brother right along with me.

That’s why I don’t have time for men and their stupid games. Dating has been off the table for years while I clawed my way to becoming a nurse and worked my ass off at the hospital. It’s not just me I have to think about; it’s Kyle too. I owe it to him to give him a good life. He didn’t ask to be dropped in his sister’s lap while she was still figuring out the world. But here he is, and I’m going to make damn sure he has everything he needs and more. He’s a good kid and he deserves that.

So, yeah, I make sacrifices. No parties, or dates, or long-weekends out of town. No doing all the fun shit I hear my coworkers talking about. And I’m okay with that if it means Kyle is happy, healthy, and thriving.

But that doesn’t mean that my pussy just packed up and left. I’m still a woman, and a young one at that. I have needs too. And those stupid needs led me to Crusher’s bed, where he rearranged my insides and played my body like a damn instrument.

He was funny too. Charming, sweet, protective… I knew he was dangerous to my pussy and my heart, so I got the hell out of there. Fat lot of good that did me, because here he is, refusing to take no for an answer.

I have to admit I like it. Most guys aren’t willing to put in any effort whatsoever. Here’s a man willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants. And right now, he wants me. I just wonder how long it’s gonna last…

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