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Doc turned away with a smirk.

“If I remember correctly, I kissed the fuck out of you first.”

“And then you walked away to be with another woman.”

Not my proudest moment, but I had to give Millie credit for calling me on it.

“I’m okay, really. I’m glad it happened before I, ah . . .” For the first time, she faltered. “Um, got feelings for you.”

Attractions were feelings, but I wisely didn’t point that shit out. She was trying to save her pride and I was losing mine, feeling more like a fucking douche bag by the second. I ground my back teeth in frustration. Every once in a while I caught the look that Rylie was shooting my way. There was no disguising the disapproval in his eyes. It was clear that Millie had already gained an ally in the club.

“I’ll let you take me home under one condition,” she finally said, in a tone I didn’t like.

“What’s that?”

“That you don’t say a single word.”

I raised my brow at her ridiculous requirement.

“Not. One. Word,” she emphasized, reading my expression. “You take me home. Drop me off in front of my apartment. And you ride away.” She pressed her mouth tightly and stared me down.

I liked her back bone but not her demands.

It was clear that she didn’t want to hear anything I had to say. Maybe it was better for me that I not look a gift horse in the mouth. Doc side-eyed me with a shit-eatin’ grin on his face. Rylie must have heard what she’d said, because he, too, smiled as he pretended to wipe down the bar top in front of him. I wanted to smash both their faces in, but I’d never fought a brother over a woman and I wasn’t going to start now.

The look in Millie’s eyes, her unwavering expression, told me that she was dead serious. I released a harsh breath and shook my head. “You have my word.” I turned away, expecting that she would follow.

We got outside to my bike. I wordlessly handed her the helmet and climbed on while she fumbled with putting the helmet on. I assumed that not talking also meant not touching. Though, she’d have to hold onto me, and that brought a wicked grin to my lips. It would give me a reason to reach back and make sure she was secure.

She put her hands on my shoulders while she climbed on, and then wrapped her arms around my body. Fuck. I felt her warm breath against the side of my neck, stirring the hair there. It also stirred my dick, and by the time I pulled up in front of her apartment I was sporting a full-on boner.

As requested, I’d kept my mouth shut, but it had been fucking hard. My gut balked at her demands, but I’d given her my word, and that Ineverwent back on.

There was no reason to turn off my bike once we were at her apartment. I stared straight ahead as she climbed off and stood beside me while she undid the strap to the helmet. I was so fucking close to exploding with frustration. I wanted to grab and kiss the fuck out of her like I had at the club. I wanted to make her listen to me so she would know that I didn’t want to hurt her, and that ignoring our infatuation with each other was for the best.

Finally, she handed me the helmet. “Thanks for the ride home, Loco. It was nice knowing you.” Her words were clearly a dismissal. She was done with me.

Well, I’d brought it on myself, right? I should have been happy that she’d provided an easy out for me. But as I watched the bounce of her cute ass walk calmly to her door I clenched my back teeth, feeling something that I couldn’t explain. Was it loss? Fuck no, it was relief.

I waited until she unlocked the door and disappeared inside.

Chapter 14

Millie

I spent the next few days trying to forget about Loco before I finally gave up. I hated that I’d let the biker affect me so strongly in such a short time, and wished now that I hadn’t given in to him so easily. I’d handed him my body like a woman who hadn’t had chocolate in a long time, without hesitation and certainly no reservations about what the consequences could be. Now I knew that his attraction had apparently only lasted for as long as it had taken him to get me into bed.

So what if he’d given me the best orgasms I’d ever had.

During the day I distracted myself by keeping busy with work, but when I was home it was hard to get him out of my mind. Even harder was forgetting how his hands and mouth had felt on me, and how it felt to be filled by him and fucked hard. I hadn’t been intimate with anyone since I’d moved there two years ago, focusing instead on building up my business while putting the past behind me. Men had been so low on my priority list that they’d practically dropped off.

Until I’d looked into the dark, penetrating eyes of the sexiest man I’d ever been in the presence of. And that man had--or so I’d thought--liked what he was looking at, too.

Why did I have to be attracted to an asshole who slept around? He clearly had issues with being faithful to one woman. He’d told me that he liked variety, but what he was really talking about was a lack of commitment.

I’d filled Viola in on what had happened between Loco and I, and now she and Lissa were on a quest to cheer me up and get my mind off of him. Lissa was a mutual friend, and she was involved with Frenchie, another biker from the same club. Her idea of curing me was for me to spend the day pampering myself and then going out on the town.

I didn’t really need cheering up, but I was all for hitting up a few clubs for a little drinking and dancing. Now there I was, in the back of Lissa’s car, feeling a little nervous about the evening ahead of us. We were waiting for V, who was in the process of locking her apartment door.

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