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“My girl knows how to throw a punch,” he said proudly. “Not too much bruising. You fisted your hand right. Does it hurt much?”

“Not anymore than when I beat the shit out of Lisa. I’ll put some ice on it before bed, and it’ll be fine.”

“Ready to leave? I think I’m supposed to get you out of here.” He winked, and my heart flipped.

“I’d rather watch my man at the races.” I laced my fingers with his and grabbed his ass with my other hand. “Love seeing you behind the wheel. So fucking hot.”

Desire sparked in that blue gaze, the color darkening even as it lit with mischief. “I’ve got a better idea. How about you ride in a race with me? My good luck charm in the front seat.”

I beamed, excitement bubbling at the prospect, and I yanked him towards his car, frowning only a second later when I realized our friends had disappeared.

“Over here,” Tucker called out, slapping his hand against the back of his truck. “In the safe zone. Wasn’t sure if Nic’s ears could handle all the dirty shit y’all were just whispering.”

“Tucker!” Izzy swatted his chest, and Nic rolled his eyes.

“Prick.”

Chapter 12

TUCKER

As soon as Annie and Jet took off, Izzy and I headed back inside with Nic where she roped him into a few dances before he ducked off to the bar again, and I pulled Izzy back into my arms, enjoying every second her body moved against mine. At some point, Izzy leaned in to whisper that she wanted me alone.

We were outside in less than a minute, and I pulled her into the cab of my truck, my hands immediately burying themselves in her hair as she crawled over my lap. Her fingers ran through the hair at the nape of my neck, clutching me to her and making my chest purr as we desperately kissed. Like we hadn’t had enough even though I’d ravished her every night since she let me put that ring on her finger.

She winced when my hand accidentally ran over her bruises, and I paused, brushing my lips twice over hers before breaking our kiss. I looked down at her arm where her sleeve had shifted during our embrace, the light from the back of the building shining into my truck enough for me to see. Hot lead filled my stomach as I stared atthe deep, purple bruises on display, knowing those marks would take around a month or even more to heal.

“Do they still hurt?” I asked, looking at her again.

“Some. But not when my mind’s otherwise occupied.” She grinned down at me.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to stop him.”

She leaned down, brushing her lips just below my jaw and making me shudder. “Let’s not talk about it now.” Her voice was warm, seductive honey, and my breath hitched in my throat when she sucked at my neck. Her hips rolled, grinding in an agonizing rhythm against my cock, my jeans already struggling for room as I groaned.

“I want you, whiskey. Right here. Right now. Just like this.” She scraped her nails down my chest, and my cock jerked, feeling the warmth of her core pressed against my jeans.

“Tell me you brought one,” she whispered, her hands sliding around to my ass to dig for my wallet when apprehension prickled at the back of my thoughts.

Something’s off.

“Izzy, stop.” I stilled her hands, and she frowned.

“Why?”

“This isn’t right.”

She stroked my cock through my jeans and grinned as I hissed in a breath. “I don’t think all of you agrees.”

I placed a kiss on her lips, but it wasn’t starved like our ones before. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

Fear flickered in those emerald green depths, and my stomach clenched. I knew what had happened today would affect her, but the thought of her trying to hide from me again…

“Why are you soeager now?”

“Does it matter?”

“Maybe,” I said, trying to ignore the way her hands trailed up from my abs to spread across and rest against my chest, her fingertips pressing. “Because I’m not sure if you’re fully thinking right now. As much as I want to have you, screwing in my truck is definitely not private.”

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