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His growl, and the tightening of the muscles against me caught me by surprise.

“Your rules,” I reminded him flippantly.

Brody suddenly rolled off me to the side, laying on his back with an arm folded across his eyes. “Yup.”

Huh. He didn’t sound too accepting of the thought of me fucking other men. I had to admit I didn’t like the thought of him with other woman, either. I wasn’t sure why.

Yes. I knew why. I wanted Brody to myself. Damn, I was confused.

“That’s basically it in a nutshell,” he said. “Friends with benefits.”

An unladylike sound escaped me. “Don’t sugarcoat it, Brody. I’m a convenient booty call.”

He sucked in a deep breath, released it, and then rolled away from me and sat up. With his back to me I turned on my side and reached for the covers. I guessed our understanding didn’t include cuddling or spending the night together. The lack of intimacy shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did. What would it feel like to share a tender moment with someone after sex? To just lay there in each other’s arms and talk?

Brody’s distance was reminiscent of the gentle taps I’d get to leave the bed after having sex with one of the men in the club. He stood up and disappeared into the outer room, only to reappear with his clothes. It was a shame that he was going to cover up his magnificent body. I could have stared at him all day. I watched as he pulled up his boxers, taking that taut ass out of sight.

When he turned back to me, I could clearly see the outline of his cock beneath the clinging material. I licked my lips, wondering what he would taste like on my tongue.

“Still hungry?” he smirked, noticing my look. He paused from slipping into his pants.

His hesitation caused me to wonder if he would do something about it if I answered yes. “Not at all,” I said instead. “I’m thoroughly satisfied.”

“Good. Means I did my job.”

I couldn’t help laughing at his cocky smugness. “So leaving women you’ve fucked satisfied is one of your jobs?”

He just grinned and did up his pants. Then reached for his shirt. His eyes captured mine long enough to make me uncomfortable. Brody had a way about him of communicating exactly what he wanted without words. And right now, the dark, smoldering fire in his eyes said that he would have liked to shuck his clothes and crawl beneath the covers with me again. The muscle working in his jaw revealed that it was an internal battle he was struggling with.

I threw his words back at him. “Still hungry?”

Amusement flickered across his features. “I could go another round with you riding my dick, but I have a girl waiting for me at home.”

My brows shot up with surprise.

Brody laughed. “Not sure Buttercup can go much longer without going out.”

I schooled my features to remain impassive. After all, we weren’t exclusive. We were in a no strings, no expectations, no emotions kind of relationship.

When Brody finished putting on his boots and leather jacket, he surprised me by coming over to where I was laying. He reached down, curled his hand around my neck, and pulled me up to slam his mouth down on mine. It wasn’t something two people in our kind of relationship would do. No, I would have expected Brody to toss a half-ass goodnight over his shoulder as he left my bedroom. My heart jumped in my chest.

He pulled away and straightened. “Later, Hellcat.”

I was too fascinated with the speed I’d responded to his mere kiss to say anything back.

Chapter 14

Lulu

I walked into Grinders, seeing the usual faces, getting the usual wolf whistles as I made my way to the table where the girls were sitting. I wondered who had made it to our last Saturday of the month get together. So many of the women of Desert Rebels had children now that we’d had to come up with a set day and time for our get togethers so that everyone could make any necessary arrangements in advance. No one held it against anyone who didn’t show because we all knew the reasons why.

Just as I was about to walk past the bar, a hand reached out and drew me to an abrupt halt. I was about to unleash my bitch on the culprit until my eyes lit on Doc. He was one of my favorite Desert Rebels, and I was genuinely happy to see him. I let him pull me in for a hug.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

Doc was a handsome man, and the large, purplish birthmark on the lower side of his face and neck that resembled the state of Alaska didn’t take away from that. The long-standing joke in the clubhouse was that it was a giant hickey. It didn’t surprise me that he wore his long hair tied back. There was nothing vain about the man.

“Hey, handsome!” I pulled away. “You on guard duty tonight?” I joked. Millie had finally called me, and while the club wasn’t on lockdown because of the attempted abduction of her, there was still a little trouble brewing out there. Hence the reason we were at Grinders tonight, a bar owned by the MC. The men wanted to keep their women close.

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