Page 17 of Doozer

“But now I’ve got these knuckleheads to ride with, their bikes to fix, and I get to work with the most amazing kids ever,” she said, the tone of her voice suddenly turning brighter.

“It sounds like a lot of those kids have it pretty rough. It’s really great what you do for them,” I said.

“We do what we can. The kids are the real heroes.”

Trouble was beautiful and her face lit up when she talked about the children she worked with. As she continued to tell me more about her work, I got the clear impression that her bond with them came from shared experiences. She was obviously a special person, and the more she spoke, the worse I felt about coming onto her earlier.

“Hey, I really am sorry if I was a creep earlier. I didn’t mean anything by it,” I said, apologetically.

“Didn’t mean anything by it? So, you weren’t hitting on me?” she challenged.

“No, I—”

“That’s too bad,” she said, this time making no attempt to hide her smile.

I stepped closer. “Too bad?”

“Yeah. Because I could use a little… ah… relief.”

“Oh, yeah?”

She bit her lip, and I felt my jeans tighten behind the zipper.

“I had a thing with a guy just before we got here, and I’m still kind of spun up about it,” Trouble said.

“You were with a guy before you got here?” I asked, thrown by this new bit of information.

“No, no. I wasn’twitha guy,” Trouble said, waving her hands in the air. “I had a fight with a guy. Not like a boyfriend,” she corrected. “Like I punched some guy in the jaw.”

“Holy shit,” I chuckled. “Really?”

“Yes, and now I think I have some sort of fight or fuck instinct thing going on.” She sighed. “I could use the physical distraction, if you know what I mean.”

Her nervous rambling was the most adorable thing I’d ever seen, and I could not wait to devour every inch of this woman.

“Follow me.” Taking her hand, I led her down the hall to an empty bunk room, locking the door behind us and crossing my arms as I watched her walk the space.

“Very biker-chic,” she murmured, removing her cut, and carefully folding it before setting it on one of the bunks by the wall.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “The Dogs do it right.”

She smiled, toeing off her boots, then unzipping her jeans and sliding them down her hips. “You got protection?”

“Sure do,” I retorted, continuing to watch her disrobe. Happily noticing the absence of a wire.

“Just so you know, I’m not a road whore. I rarely do this, but you seem kinda sweet, so—”

I smiled. “Take yes for an answer, Trouble.”

Once she was in just her panties and bra, she set her boots neatly in the corner before once again folding every item with military precision and stacking them on the lower bunk.

My eyes raked over her body, taking in her cotton bikini panties and matching, white bra. Nothing lacy or girly, but sexy as fuck at the same time.

She settled her hands on her hips. “Your turn.”

I grinned, removing my kutte and setting it on the chair next to one of the other bunks. The rest of my clothes, however, stayed where I dropped them.

Once I was in just boxer briefs, she stepped toward me. “Do you mind?” she asked, pointing to my chest.

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