Page 31 of Dozer

I let that sit between us for a second.

“Did you enjoy that? He knows how to use his tongue.”

He jerked his gaze to mine. “Did you fuck him that first night?”

“I did. In Hana’s bed while she and Blade got high and ate a pizza.” I smiled. “Don’t get excited. They weren’t in the room with us.”

“Fuck, Pip.”

“What? I don’t know what this is between us. Do you want to know about me? Do you want to go on dates?”

He’d made me come twice and hadn’t touched me, hadn’t kissed me.

“I like being near you.”

“That’s creepy, stalker talk. Do you have to watch to get off?”

His answer was an incredulous chuckle.

“Blade didn’t kiss Hana that night. I mean, she’s mouthy but she’s been in love with him since she hit puberty. Why wouldn’t he kiss her if he was into her?”

“I haven’t kissed you.”

That was the point I was trying to make. I ached to feel his lips on mine. “Why didn’t you kiss me last night? You walked away.”

His jaw ticked making the cigarette dance between his lips. He pulled his Zippo from his pocket.

I hit the power button for the window, and Dozer lit the cigarette and blew the smoke out the window. “Because last night I manipulated you into being in the shower with me.”

“Pretty sure it was my own fingers getting me off.” A lie on my lips. It was the way he spoke to me, the way he looked at me.

I pulled into the MC and stopped the car by the front door.

“Thanks,” he said and popped open the door.

“About last night—”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I’ll get the window fixed,” I said. “Don’t come over tonight.”

“Pip.”

“Don’t, Dozer. Friends don’t shower together or masturbate in front of each other. And friends don’t manipulate to get what they want. I’d say that means we’re not friends. Maybe we shouldn’t be because we’re both afraid of whatever this is between us.”

Where are you, Hana?I needed her to save me from having to look at him, from seeing his eyes darken with lust or torment. I wasn’t happy when I was with him. A dull knife twisted in my chest, cracking me open and leaving me hollow.

Hana burst from the building, jogged to the car, and Dozer climbed out.

“I’ve never seen you in a cage,” she said to him. “And sitting bitch, riding shotgun.”

Desperate to put distance between us, as soon as Hana shut the door, I put the car in reverse. He stared at my face as I backed away. Then he flicked his cigarette into the metal oil drum and entered the club.

“Are you fucking Dozer now?” Hana flipped the visor down and checked her hair and makeup.

“No. I don’t think he’s interested in anything but watching.”

“He’s wired wrong, but then so are you.” She smirked. “Because I think you want a replay. If you’re going to be his twisted entertainment, you’re going to have to talk to Romeo. Dozer isn’t going to risk his friendship with Romeo. And he isn’t going to risk hurting you.”

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