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“I have to find him!”

“Please, Locke!” I’ll beg him. I’ll do whatever he says, but he can’t leave me here alone. He shakes his head looking confused and unsure what to do right now as tears spring to my eyes. What does he want? What does Spike want from me?

My cries turn to sobs, and Locke grabs my shoulders, pulling me into him. He holds me while I cry and until I calm down. But when I look up at him, he looks almost feral. And I do something stupid. I lean up and press my lips to his. And I kiss him. I kiss him hard.

And he responds. He kisses me back before slamming me against the wall of the dressing room and devouring my mouth with his. I moan as he presses closer to me. I want more. I need it. He’s driven me insane since the day I returned, and now I want him more than ever.

Locke suddenly pulls away from me and mutters the word fuck.

“Get dressed. We’re leavin’.” He bends down and grabs my shirt off the floor before taking all the shit I had with me and storming out of the dressing room. I quickly pull my shirt on and leave the changing room to find him at the register, paying for everything.He grabs the bag and my wrist as soon as I get close enough to him and drags me out of the store and through the mall.

He hoists me unceremoniously into the truck before storming around and climbing in.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“What? I wanted it.”

“You don’t know what you want,” he growls before taking off and down the road.

“I do know what I want. I want you, Locke. You’ve fucking driven me crazy since the first day I met you.” The muscles in his jaw flex as I watch him.

“We can’t do it again.”

“What the fuck ever, Locke. Deny this all you want.” Before I know what’s happening, he jerks the truck down some side road. The tides squeal on the pavement as he pulls the truck over and climbs out. I watch him, wondering what the hell he’s doing when he rips my door open and jerks me out.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask him before he slams me against the side of the truck and devours me with his lips. I can feel just how hard he is as he presses against me.

“This what you want? You want my fuckin’ cock inside you?” What do I say to that? He’s being aggressive, but fuck do I want him.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“We can’t do this.”

“Is this because of me or my dad?”

He growls now and rips my shorts down my legs before lowering his jeans. Before I can say anything, he lifts me in his arms and thrusts inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist and ride the pure pleasure soaring through me. He fucks me hard and rough against the side of the truck on the side of the road. I don’t care if anyone can see me. I don’t care this could lead to trouble. All I care about is what I feel at this moment.

His thrusts become deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

“This what you wanted?” He grunts as he pumps into me.

“Yes. Fuck,” I scream as he takes me harder. My insides coil and just when I think I can’t take anymore, I let go. I come hard, my arms around his neck, my nails digging into his flesh. His nails dig into my ass as I feel him swell and come with me. I don’t think I’ve felt like this … ever. Feeling Locke inside me is something I wasn’t expecting.

He pulls out of me, and I slide to my feet. He reaches down and pulls my shorts back up before doing the same to his jeans.

“Get in the truck,” he growls. I do as I’m told and climb in the truck, sated. He walks around and gets in, but I can see the distance in his eyes. Something else is bothering him.

He’s hiding some kind of secret.

And I want to know what it is.

Chapter 8

Locke

What the fuck did I do? What the hell was I thinking? I shouldn’t have let her kiss me. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I shouldn’t have fucked her. I can’t get involved with her. She needs to know I’m not the man she thinks I am, whatever that may be.

I run my hand through my hair as I walk into the clubhouse. I had to let her go in first, and I needed to clear my head.

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