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“I’ll be back later. Then you can stay the hell away from this place.”

I didn’t need alcohol in my system to loosen my tongue, but it didn’thurt. I glared up at him, crossing my arms. “I can come back if I want. Lacey said it was fine.”

Slapping his palm on the frame of the door, he growled in my face. “You don’t fucking belong here.”

He swayed, almost as if he was just as drunk as I was. Which explained why he wasn't willing to give me a ride now, but it didn’t explain why he was being such an ass. Maybe him being drunk would get him to open up enough to explain.

“What’s your problem with me? You seemed fine with me on the ride to the hospital. Did I do something to offend you?”

“No,” he snapped, and I saw a flicker of emotion cross over his face before he masked it. “I just don’t want some innocent chick hanging around where she doesn’t belong. I heard the bullshit about the books you read. This isn’t a fantasy, sweetheart. This is real life. It’s dangerous here. And you need to stay the hell away if you know what’s good for you.”

Lacey and Sam both told me that Chase was protective of the women. It sounded a little like he was trying to protect me from his crew. Which felt a little hypocritical, since he was on the crew. Besides, I didn’t need him to protect me. And if he really wanted to do that, he should’ve gone about it better. Now, I was drunk and pissed off and I didn’t care what he had to say.

“I know it’s not a fantasy. I came here tonight to talk to Lacey. You’re the one throwing a hissy fit about it. Go somewhere else with that overprotective shit. I’m not your old lady and I’m not interested. I can take care of myself.”

I pushed past him, intent on talking to the prospect again for a ride home. I didn't feel like catering to Chase’s demands, nor did I want to see him in the morning. But I barely got two paces past him before he grabbed my arm and jerked me back. He pushed me up against the wall by the door, reaching like he was going to grab me by the neck, but thought better of it and pulled his hand away again.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he all but hissed.

“Home. The prospect offered me a ride. I’m going to take him up on it.”

He growled, leaning so close, I felt his breath on my lips. Any closer and we’d be kissing. I refused to admit just how much I wanted that.

“I said I’d give you a ride in the morning.”

“It’s funny how little I care,” I replied breathlessly. “I’m not yours, Chase. I can do whatever the hell I want.”

CHAPTER 8

CHASE

I knew I shouldn’t keep pushing. She was pissed, and pissed off women were irrational at best. I was only making things harder for myself by continuing. But I just couldn’t pull myself away. I could blame the alcohol for part of that. I went harder than I normally would because every time I saw her laughing and chatting like she was part of this life, memories flooded me, making me antsy to get her out of here. I knew she wouldn’t listen, though, and it pissed me off. I drank in a pathetic attempt to stop myself from dragging her out and hauling her ass home, kicking and screaming. I’d rather she hate me than stay where she could get hurt.

Now, my normal instincts were buried under alcohol and rage. There wasn’t a fucking chance I was letting Gunner give her a ride home. He was a few weeks away from his promotion. I didn’t want him sweet talking her into coming back once he was allowed to touch women again.

The comment about not being mine twinged in the back of my mind, but I ignored it. All I could really focus on was her mouth and how she managed to drink all night and her lipstick hadn’t smudged even a little. Would it stay on like that if her lips were around my cock instead? Fuck, I was drunker than I thought if I was thinking like that.

For someone who’d been fighting me all night, she was surprisingly docile now. When I finally dragged my gaze from her lips, I quickly figured out why. I wasn’t the only one looking where I wasn’t supposed to.She was staring at my mouth, her breathing a little unsteady. A wave of want washed over me, making me reckless. Maybe if I got it out of her system, she wouldn’t come back. That was a decent excuse, wasn’t it?

Ignoring the alarms in the back of my head, I crushed my mouth to hers, shoving my tongue between her lips. She gasped, opening up for me, and her hand fisted my cut to keep me close. Like I was going anywhere. I plastered myself against her, feeling every inch of her curves pressed against me. One hand fisted her springy curls, forcing her head back to give me more control. The other itched to circle her neck. I hadn’t done that shit since Hannah and I sure as hell wasn’t going to do it on this innocent chick, but the urge was still there. To hold her in that possessive way that showed her exactly who was in charge here.

To distract myself from the urge, I grabbed her ass instead, dragging her closer so I could grind my cock against her heat. She moaned, hitching a leg over my hip, and I coaxed the other one up so that she was completely at my mercy.

“Damn. Chase got to her first,” someone commented from down the hall.

Someone else, who sounded a lot like Snake Eyes, snorted. “You didn’t see that coming? He’s been staring at her all night.”

Their conversation irritated me. I never liked an audience. I didn’t do hookups often, but I had enough alcohol in my system to drown out the reasons why. When I hauled her away from the wall and stepped into the guest room, I heard Snake Eyes and whoever was with him catcall, but I ignored it, slamming the door shut with a kick of my foot.

Neither of us seemed interested in slowing down. Her feet touched the floor, and we were stripping out of our clothes in an instant. I ran my hand over every inch of exposed skin she revealed, enjoying what I could, since I hadn’t bothered to turn on the light and it was too dark to see. I shrugged out of my cut and ripped off my shirt, following her onto the bed to claim her lips again. A feral part of me demanded that I fuck up her makeup. Smudge her a little. Maybe give her just a hint of what she was flirting with. If I showed her how dangerous we really were, she’d run screaming and stay the hell away. Then I could stop worrying about her and focus on the shit that was important.

Except, the rougher I got, the more she seemed to like it. I kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples, and she moaned in delight. Skipping teasing and shoving two fingers into her didn’t stop her either. She just spread her legs wider and demanded more. Fuck, she was perfect. Wild and uninhibited. There wasn’t a shy bone in her body.

What the fuck was I supposed to do with that?

I wasn’t drunk enough to forget to wear a wrap. I pulled one out of my wallet as I shucked my jeans down my hips. They got trapped on my boots, but I didn’t care enough to stop. I wasn’t spending the night anyway.

Ripping her mouth away from mine, she made a needy sound, tugging at my hips to get me closer. “Chase…”

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