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“Arrow,” he groans my name around my tongue, his cock stiffening even further against mine, our rhythm faltering as he starts to grind and hump against me.

“So good, Lewis. So fucking hot.” I praise him between kisses and heavy breaths, my balls constricting and my cock pouring precum like a faucet now.

“Arrow!” he screams my name again, then bites down on my lip hard enough that I taste blood. His cock starts to pulse against mine, hot bursts of his cum slicking his fist as he continues to stroke us both, covering my shaft in every sticky rope of it that I’ve earned.

With a shuddering groan, I follow him over the edge, adding pulse after pulse of my orgasm to the mess between us, coating our cocks and streaking across our exposed skin. We hump and kiss and gasp each other’s names until we’re both spent and completely out of breath, then Lewis sags against me and starts to laugh.

“Should I be offended?” I ask dryly.

He shakes his head and looks down at the mess between us.

“Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you. That was just… Wow.” He huffs out another amused sound, then climbs off my lap.

Now that the blood has stopped rushing in my ears and the grunts and moans between us have quieted, I realize the rain has stopped too.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take a look at your engine?”

Lewis bites his lip and lifts his hips to pull his shorts back up, using his wet shirt to wipe his sticky hand clean. A primal feeling surges in my chest knowing he’s going to be walking around wearing a mixture of our releases, at least for a little while.

“Don’t worry about it. The Big Bull tow truck should be here…” The sound of a truck engine rumbles through the air as if summoned by his words. “Now, apparently.”

I wince. Of course he called Big Bull. They have the only tow truck in town. Fuck, I am never going to hear the end of this from my brother. I glance back over at Lewis, who’s doing his best to hide how debauched he looks. No amount of smoothing his hair and clothes can get rid of the whisker burn on his chin or his swollen lips though. Yeah, that was definitely worth whatever ribbing I’ll get from Henry later.

Lewis pushes open the door on his side and the truck with the Big Bull logo and the words ‘Professional Hooker’ on the side pulls up in front. I grab his arm before he can climb out and reach into my pocket to fish out a business card. He looks at the card with confusion.

“In case you’re ever stranded on the side of the road again.” I smile and wink, pressing it into his hand.

He curls his fingers around it then stuffs it into his pocket. I slip out the other side of the car and hustle to my bike, hoping if I keep my head down, I’ll manage to avoid having to explain anything to my brother later. Not that he would begrudge me an afternoon of fun. No, the problem is he’d be way too damn invested in the whole thing. Ever since he went and fell in love with the man of his dreams, he’s made it his mission to harass me about being single at every turn.

I pull my drenched leather jacket back on and slip my helmet into place, swinging my leg over my best girl and roaring away without a backward glance.

Chapter 2

ONE MONTH LATER

LEWIS

It’s taken me countless hours of backbreaking labor over the past few weeks… I mean, not backbreaking for me, but the construction crew I hired to basically build the inside of my new shop the way I wanted it definitely looked like they were breaking a sweat. And watching those sweaty, shirtless hunks build shelves and lay new flooring had to count as cardio. That’s my excuse for skipping the gym for the hundred and ninety-eighth week in a row, anyway. Everything looks absolutely perfect, from the layout to the row of display refrigerators humming away, full of colorful flower arrangements for customers who want to just grab something quick on their way home from work or out on a date. This new location is twice the size of my old one, and it’s on a busier street, so hopefully that will mean more visibility.

I would love to be celebrating all of those wonderful things this morning. Unfortunately, my brain is throbbing painfully in time with the beat that’s been blaring through the wall for an hour, and my eye twitches.

“This is so wrong. Who plays the same song on repeat at this ungodly hour on a Sunday morning?” I groan, setting the last potted orchid on the display shelf before reaching up to rub my temples.

“It’s ten a.m.” Rowan chuckles, sweeping up the last of the construction dust from the tile floor so the shop will be presentable for our grand opening in an hour. The big ginger teddy bear looks adorable wearing the green apron that serves as the uniform for the shop.

“But it’s the lord’s day,” I counter with a growl, which only makes my best friend slash employee laugh harder.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot how seriously you take that kind of thing.”

I snarl again and lay my head down on the cool glass checkout counter when I reach it. The chill gives me temporary relief, but then the song ends… and starts up again. I yowl like a cat.

“This is your fault. I’m hungover from your birthday celebration last night. Speaking of which, why aren’t you more hungover?” I lift my head and glare at him accusingly. He just shakes his head and keeps sweeping, completely ignoring my bitchy mood. I sigh and push myself upright again. “Sorry. I’m just lashing out because I didn’t get nearly enough sleep and the psychopath next door is clearly going out of his way to torture me personally.”

“I’m sure it’ll stop soon. They’re going to start seeing customers at some point, right?” Rowan says, entirely too reasonable for how unhinged this situation is. Who the hell listens to the same damn song on repeat for over an hour?

“Why is someone even over there this early on a Sunday? It’s a tattoo shop, for fuck’s sake, shouldn’t all the employees be asleep until noon?” I grumble. The song comes to an end again and I hold my breath. Please let it be over, for the love of all things holy.

There’s a single beat of silence, just long enough for me to hope that I’ll get an hour of peace for my hangover to fade before I have to put on a smiling face and celebrate my grand opening. But then the opening beats of the song start up again, and something inside me snaps.

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