Page 72 of Dozer

I slanted my lips onto hers. The blanket fell from her shoulders as I lifted her into my arms. Her legs locked around my hips as I carried her into the house, kicking the door closed behind me.

“I want this, want you.” I gripped her tighter. “I want you on the back of my bike and in my room at the MC.”

She nodded. “I’m yours.”

“Tell me now if there is anyone other than Romeo.” A flare of possessiveness burned in my gut. The thought of anyone else touching her pissed me the fuck off.

“No one. Are you angry with me?” she asked.

“Nah, but I’m a possessive asshole.” Even the specter of infidelity, a figment of my imagination, had me grinding my teeth.

“I promise. I’m yours.”

“We need to talk about Romeo.” I carried her into the bedroom and set her on the end of the bed. I squatted in front of her, reached under her over-sized T-shirt, and hooked her panties with my fingers. She lifted her hips, and I tugged them down her thighs.

“You’re beautiful when you come. I get hard thinking about how he fucked you, but you were coming for me.”

“I was,” she confessed. “You’re in my head, Dozer. I’m always thinking about you, even when I touch myself.”

“You’ll make yourself crazy if you try to psychoanalyze me. I’m possessive, but only with you.” I rested my hands on her knees. “I still want to watch. It’s not cheating if Romeo is here with us.”

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

“You fuck him without me—”

“I won’t. I’ve only kissed him since that night at the playhouse. I’m yours.”

I spread her thighs. “Not just Romeo, Pip. You let anyone else between your legs, I’ll fucking kill whoever he is. I need you. But I want to be what you need, too. I swear, there isn’t anyone else for me, either. You’re all I need.” I wouldn’t work for Bullet, wouldn’t watch his whores service their clients. If I was going to watch, I wanted to watch my girl with Romeo.

“Can I kiss Romeo?”

“You fucking kiss Hana. Yeah, you can kiss him.”

She moaned as I licked the length of her pussy. This morning, she was the best thing I’d ever tasted. Now, she was even sweeter because she was mine.

Pippa

The rumble of Dozer’s bike faded as he drove away. I’d had him in my arms, in my bed…inside me.

I sat on the couch and stared out the window because I wasn’t ready for him to ride away. Every time he opened up, he slammed the door on his feelings. After this morning, his rejection now would slay me open and leave me emotionally bleeding.

I covered my breasts with my palms. My nipples stiffened, remembering his mouth, his touch. What had he done to me? Inside, I still trembled from the pleasure of his mouth on my pussy.

I wanted to text him, to tell him to come back because I needed to breathe the same air as him. One night and he’d changed me.

At least I’d be able to talk to Hana today. I sent her a text to see what time she planned to go over to Vance’s and Gabi’s.

Outside the window, a car drove slowly past. My pulse jumped into a gallop. Hair tickled on the back of my neck. It was just a dark sedan. Just because I’d seen it in the neighborhood several times, didn’t mean it was suspicious. Except that it always slowed in front of the house. And I knew someone who drove a dark sedan. But lots of people drove sedans.

Tinted windows kept me from seeing inside. I remember being in a similar car with tinted windows. Remembered, at the time, how they concealed the indiscretions of a student with her professor.

I took a deep breath and dismissed my worries. Even if Quinn drove past my house, I wasn’t sure there was anything illegal in driving down a street, just a character flaw intended to creep me out. And another reason to get a restraining order.

And another reason to keep the gun in my purse.

While I waited for Hana to text or call, I jumped in the shower.

As the warm water sluiced over me, I could smell Dozer. Emotions—love, lust, fear—swirled in my belly.

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