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“Shoot.”

“What’s your real name?”

“Cavanaugh.”

“That’s your first name?”

“Last name.” While she was still processing my answer, albeit not the one she wanted, I asked for hers in return. “What’s your last name?”

I thought for sure she would’ve refused, but surprisingly she answered. “Kendrick. Now tell me your first name,” she insisted.

Shaking my head, I moved closer and ghosted my fingers down her arm, doing my best to distract her. I refused to give her the answer she wanted, but it wasn’t because it was anything horrible. I simply loved playin’ with her, knowing my refusal annoyed her.

“Nope.

“Are you running from the law or somethin’?”

“I told you my last name. Besides, if I were hiding from the police, do you honestly think I’d be involved with a well-known biker club?”

“Maybe. If you think about it, it’s the perfect cover. Hiding in plain sight.” She laughed, the sexual tension between us increasing. She continued to look at me expectantly.

“Not gonna happen, sweetheart. I don’t know ya well enough yet to tell ya.”

“Still?” she huffed, moving to tuck her legs underneath her. Turning toward me, she rested her arm on the back of the couch. “You’ve found a place for me to live, have picked me up and taken me home every night I had to work, seen me naked, and kissed me so passionately you made my toes curl.”

“I made your toes curl, huh?” I winked, the corners of my mouth curving up in a wicked grin.

“You’re so arrogant,” she teased, slapping my arm in jest and allowing her fingers to grip my bicep a few seconds too long. Before she could pull away, however, I grabbed her hand and pulled her close, positioning her until she straddled my lap.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly, short pants of warm air hitting my face her mouth was so close to mine. She moved on top of me to better adjust herself, and the second she rubbed herself over my cock I almost lost all gentleness and tore her clothes off right then and there.

Reece was still fragile. She tried to pretend otherwise, but I saw the pain hidden behind her beautiful eyes. An incident that would merely startle someone else sent her into a panic, if only for a few seconds. Glass shattering from one of the mugs behind the bar. Shouts from the customers when they got excited, which was quite often given the club they were in. No matter what it was, though, she always collected herself quickly, and if I hadn’t been paying so much attention to her, I probably never would’ve noticed.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked. Placing my hands on her hips, I ground myself against her, licking my lips and drawing her attention from my eyes to my mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She still tried to play coy, and admittedly I kinda liked it. Lifting the bottom of her tank top, my fingers grazed over her skin, her breath hitching from the heat of my touch. “That feels nice,” she whispered.

“You know what else would feel nice? Great, in fact?” I continued to raise her shirt until I’d finally removed it altogether. She never protested. Never answered my question. She didn’t do anything except wait for me to make my next move.

Reece

I’d be lying if I didn’t say that most of my thoughts were consumed by Tripp. The way he’d looked when he dropped his towel in front of me, baring his naked self and acting like it was no big deal. The way he’d watch me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. The way his kiss tasted when I’d been the one to shamelessly throw myself at him the day after I’d met him.

The way he made me feel safe.

The way he made inappropriate sexual jokes, like telling me he’d spank me if I forgot to arm the alarm system.

The way my body reacted to that statement.

The way he noticed.

So to be sitting on his lap, straddling him, our most intimate areas touching even though we were still clothed, left no room for imagination any longer. I knew exactly what he wanted to do.

And I wanted to do it too.

I wanted Tripp to strip me naked and have his way with me. As many times as he wanted. I needed to feel his lips against mine, to feel the warmth of his breath covering my skin as he positioned himself between my legs. I wanted to taste him on my tongue, to drive him so crazy with lust that he was barely able to control himself.

As soon as he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside, I finally gave in, knowing what was to come would be climactic, every pun intended. The chemistry that existed between us was palpable.

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