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“No. I’m pissed.”

“Well, I’m fuckin’ horny.” With that, he grabs my hand and presses it to his chest before sliding it down to his rock-hard cock. Fuck, this turned him on? He tightens our hands around his cock, and my mouth waters. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this, but damn, I can’t help it.

“The next time you put those pretty little hands on me, you better be ready for what happens next. I’ve watched you swaythat little ass around here for a week now.” I lick my lips as he stares me down. Fuck, what is he doing to me? I almost lean in and try to kiss him when he taunts, “You couldn’t handle me.”

He releases me and steps back before retreating down the hallway. I watch him go, a fucking heated mess. I’m going to need a fucking cold shower after that altercation.

Chapter 6

Locke

I slept for shit last night. Barely any sleep at all. My mind was racing like it usually does. I couldn’t stop the thoughts ofherand what happened to us all those years ago. I couldn’t shake them away, no matter how hard I tried.

I know I should have been a better man back then and done things differently, but I didn’t. And now I suffer the consequences of my actions. I deal with the aftermath of what I did five years ago. Time doesn’t heal all wounds, and this is one I don’t think will ever heal.

I couldn’t sleep so I watched some football. I tried to drown out the memories, but nothing worked. Just when I finally dozed off the alarm was blaring. I couldn’t believe it was fucking Kiki standing there in shorts that showed her ass, and what a nice fucking ass that is.

Gunner didn’t tell me she was staying here, but that should have been obvious. She made comments about not staying with him or Hodge at their houses. And there she was. Tiny shorts and all.

It must have slipped Gunner’s mind to tell her there was a little trick to getting the alarm to shut off because she was all kinds of frazzled. That didn’t stop her from mouthing off at me, though. And it didn’t stop me from showing her who the boss is. Or at least that’s what I thought I was doing.

When her little hand wrapped around my cock I thought I was going to die. That fucker hasn’t been that hard in years, and she even managed to get a slight moan from me. I held itback, though, knowing I couldn’t mess with her. That’s Gunner’s daughter, for fuck’s sake. If he didn’t kill me, Hodge would.

I throw my legs over the side of the bed and grab my jeans, pulling them on before shoving my feet into my socks and boots. I have to stop thinking about her in those little ass shorts, or my cock is going to spring to life once more.

I head out of my room and down the hall to the kitchen. No one is out here just yet so I grab the stuff I need to make some eggs and sausage. That’s the only thing I know how to cook. I make a little extra, knowing Kiki is here and will probably be hungry when she gets up. Then I shake my goddamn head.

“Cookin’ for a woman like a whipped puppy,” I mumble to myself. I’ve never in my life cooked for a woman, so why the hell am I doing it now? Shaking my head once more, I plate my food, walk to the corner of the island, and sit down to eat. That’s when the door opens, and Kiki walks in. I groan at the sight of her. She’s wearing a t-shirt that barely covers anything. I can see the bottom of her ass cheeks as she pulls the fridge open and peers inside. Fuck, if was any other man, I would bend her over and fuck her right here and now.

She grabs the juice out of the fridge and turns to grab a glass when her eyes find mine. Her eyes travel over me, taking me in as my cock stirs in my pants. That fucker seems to have a thing for her.

“Don’t you own a shirt?” she asks as she turns to pour two glasses of juice. Kiki slides one across the counter to me and takes a sip from the other.

“Don’t you own a shirt that covers your ass?”

“I happen to like sleeping like this.”

“And I like to walk around without a shirt. We’re even. Made some extra if you’re hungry,” I tell her as I bring the glass to my lips and take a drink.

“Wait. You can cook? I thought you could only fuck and ride,” she teases with a slight laugh. I smirk at her. I bet that’s what she thought. I finish off my food and drink and shove off the stool, placing my things in the sink before stepping into her space. Then I lean in close and whisper, “I can do a whole lot more than that, baby.” I don’t miss the little shiver that runs through her body or the way she turns her head to look at me. I don’t miss the way she licks her lips like she wants to fucking taste me right here and now. Too bad I can’t let her.

With that, I pull away and walk out of the kitchen and head out the side door. I walk into the garage, where I’ve been tinkering with some bikes lately to try and keep my head on straight.

I’m not out here long when I hear the rumble of bikes. I glance over my shoulder and see some of the guys pulling in and parking their bikes before walking toward me.

“How was the run?”

“Shit brother. It was pure shit. We ran into an old friend in Georgia we didn’t expect to see. It was a fuckin’ shit show.”

“No shit? Who was it?”

“Old club member. Spike. He gave us hell, fuckin’ up club business and shit, but we gave it right back. He finally just split and got the hell out of our way,” Jonny says.

“Spike?”

“Yeah. The one and only.”

“Kiki’s ex?”

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