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She climbed onto the back of my bike and wrapped her arms around my waist. Maybe more like nine-hundred-and-ninety-five miles away. Her fingers slid under my cut and held tighter. I cracked a smile, rolled the throttle, and pulled out of the driveway. Nine-hundred-and-ninety-four.

Chapter Seven

Kiss

If this Battle Axe bitch casually touched Blue’s forearm again I was going to go Heller on her ass.

Heller Raiders had a reputation. Some people stared. Some would change direction and walk the other way. Guys were intimidated, and girls liked a bad boy. I knew. I was one of those girls.

Hellers didn’t back down from a fight. And if a guy stared too hard at one of their girls, the guy ran the risk of having his teeth shoved down his throat.

With Blue, I felt safe.

Just as Heller girls were territorial over our guys, I accepted I could be a jealous bitch. Not a great trait. One of my many personality flaws and insecurities. I was protective of Blue, more so now that I’d glimpsed moments of his apprehension toward touches.

Brit had a name tag over her left breast with the Battle Axe logo on the back. She was showing us—actually just Blue because she hadn’t said two words to me—how to hold the axe.

“There are just a couple of rules,” she continued. I didn’t like the flirty giggle coming out of those pink lips, either. “Don’t step over the black throw line for scoring to count. Stay behind the red safety line when axes are in play.”

Because I needed her to take a step back from my boyfriend, I took a step closer, wedging myself between her and Blue.

“I think we got it. Use two hands, swing it over my head, and throw it at the target. By target I assume you mean the wooden bullseye.” And not burying the axe between her shoulder blades.

I could feel Blue’s gaze burning into my back. He bowed his head to cover his low chuckle.

“Right. Okay.” The girl smiled at Blue and stepped back. “I’m your monitor for the night, so if you have any questions, I’m at the monitor’s station between lanes ten and eleven.”

We were in lane nine. The lanes were set up like stalls in a barn. Two targets were painted onto the far wall of the stall, twelve feet from the throwing line. Wooden walls divided the lanes from each other. Some lanes were four targets wide for larger groups of throwers.

“Ready?” Blue asked. We each had an axe. “You go first.” He stood next to a whiskey barrel table. “Maybe unleash some of that aggression.”

I wrapped my hands around the hilt of the axe. “She was flirting with you.”

“Maybe she just likes her job.”

“Rubbing up against you like a cat in heat isn’t part of her job.” I raised the axe over my head and threw it hard. The axe hit with a thump, imbedding in the wood but outside the point rings. I popped a hip and pursed my lips. “That sucks.”

Blue came up behind me. “So do I.” He rested his hand on my belly, lowered his lips, and gently sucked my neck. “Do you want to make a side bet?” he whispered near my ear.

I turned and faced him. “I just proved I’m a terrible throw, and you want me to make a bet?”

His lips quirked with a devastatingly dangerous smile. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“What’s the bet?”

Blue closed the space between us, rested his hands on my shoulders, then slowly feathered his fingers down my arms. Shivers, that had nothing to do with being chilled, skittered along my flesh. Wildly drunk butterflies tumbled in my tummy.

When his fingers reached my wrists, he pushed my arms behind my back. I waited with bated breath. His lips hovered above mine. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the hypnotic blue of his eyes. I’d never noticed the faint scar he had on the edge of his brow. I’d always been too obsessed with his long, dark lashes.

“The bet—” he started.

But I was tuned out. My nipples barely brushed against his chest sending a flare of heat through me. A flush of warmth seeped low in my belly. “Do you want to kiss me if you win?”

His tongue touched the corner of my lip, his mouth brushed against mine, and his grip tightened on my wrists, holding me immobile. Not that I wanted to move. I wanted to spend forever in this moment.

Breath warmed my lips. “I want to make you come.”

Saliva moistened my mouth. A rush of fluids soaked my pussy, and my panties grew moist and sticky. There was only one reason for my fluctuating pulse. I wanted to lose the bet.

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