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Bristol’s reply was a mumbled, “yes,” as she curled onto her side.

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One arm flopped across my chest. Harsh morning light cut through the crack in the curtains. I reached for my cigarettes, but they were in the living room.

Bristol stretched, arching like a feline. Her fingertips roamed across my chest. I rubbed my palm over her ass.

“Coffee,” I said and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I picked up the condom off the floor and carried it with me to the bathroom. “I guess your friend went home.”

“What?” Bristol rolled out of bed, but I didn’t catch the rest of what she said as I went into the bathroom.

I dropped the condom in the trash, shuffled to the toilet, braced a hand against the wall, and started to pee.

“Do you seriously have no consideration for others?”

A stream of pee continued to echo in the room as I glanced over my shoulder. What the fuck?

“She’s in here,” I called to Bristol. “Asleep in the fucking tub.”

“Do I look like I’m sleeping?” The pixie faced brunette glared at me with wide brown eyes. One towel covered her body like a blanket, leaving her toned legs bare from mid-thigh down. Another towel pillowed under her head. “Although, after last night, I’m not surprised you can’t tell the difference between asleep and awake.”

“I didn’t kick you out of bed.” I shivered as I finished peeing, shook twice, and stepped to the sink.

“I didn’t know staying over was an invitation to a slumber party.”

I cast a quick glance over my shoulder and smiled. “You don’t need an invite.”

“Oh my god, could you hurry?”

My flaccid cock apparently liked her bitching first thing in the morning. I hardened at the raspy tone of her complaints. “You woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

She didn’t laugh. “There was no right side to the bed last night with you in it.” She huffed a breath. “You’re invading my personal space.”

“I needed to pee.”

“When you need privacy, just ask. I would’ve given up myspacein the tub, just like I would’ve gotten out of bed before you…you know, had to get busy.”

I chuckled. “When I take a shower, do you want to stay in the tub?”

“Gross.”

“That’s a no?” I watched her in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, and her gaze focused on my ass, then higher to the Heller tattoo covering my back as Iwashed my hands. I turned to dry my hands on the towel. A shallow gasp slipped from her lips when she glimpsed my cock.

She tossed the towel she’d used as a pillow at me.

“Bathroom is all yours again,” I said and walked out.

I snatched my jeans off the floor, tugged them on, and tucked my dick to the side. After grabbing my cigarettes from the pocket of my cut in the living room, I found Bristol in the kitchen.

I stepped up behind her to grab a cup from the cabinet. I wasn’t a cuddler, and I didn’t need placated with kisses and touches after sex. All I needed was black coffee and a cigarette.

“Thanks for last night, kitten.” I sat at the table with my mug of coffee and combed my hair with my fingers. “Who’s the girl in the tub?”

Bristol peered into the fridge and grabbed a carton of eggs. “Her name is Stormy. She’s been dancing at the Landing Strip, but shit went down yesterday.” She pulled a pan from the cabinet and set it on the stove. “She’s in trouble, Bullet.”

Shewastrouble with that feisty as fuck attitude. “What kind of trouble?” With a cigarette between my lips, I slid open the kitchen window.

“The kind that you and your club are known to handle.”

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