Page 8 of Dozer

“No.” She crossed her arms over her chest, swelling her cleavage. The cool night air beaded her nipples. She dropped her arms. “Seriously?”

“What? You expect a guy not to notice you have an amazing rack?”

“You don’t have to look.”

I cocked a brow. “With you, yeah, I look. You know I look. You make sure I see you.”

She shook her head. “I don’t.”

“Liar.”

I had Bullet’s attention because I had Romeo’s girl in an intimate conversation at two in the morning. Hellers didn’t touch another patch’s old lady. “We’re not doing this with an audience.”

Her lips twisted. “Isn’t that what you like?”

“I am the audience. Come on.” I didn’t touch her but expected her to follow me around the side of the building. We could talk in the playhouse.

“Dozer, wait.”

I glanced over my shoulder. She bent to slip on her high-heel shoe.

“Get on.” I turned my back to her and squatted.

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s just a piggyback ride,” I said with my cigarette clamped between my lips.

She hesitated a moment, then wrapped her arms over my shoulders. Her shoes dangled from her fingers. I reached back, put my arms underneath her legs and stood. I jostled her into a secure position on my back and headed into the darkness of the scrub.

The crush of her breasts against my cut, the soft velvety smoothness of her thighs against my palms, and the heat of her pussy burning into me had my dick stretching.

Her dark silken hair draped over my shoulder. I could smell Romeo on her. The woodsy scent of the cologne he wore mingled with the flower and spice of her perfume.

“No, somewhere else,” she said as I approached the playhouse. “I’m not going to relive our encounter with you.”

I chuckled. “Like I could forget.”

Her breath warmed my neck. “Why did you watch?”

“Because you’re beautiful when you come.” With her lips parted, her legs spread, wet folds, and hands clenched. But it wasn’t just Pippa. Romeo’s muscles had flexed and moved. His body, lean and chiseled, had overpowered hers. He had pinned her to the stone porch.

As his cock penetrated deep into her pussy, he’d possessed her, become part of her as long as he’d been inside of her. I growled with the memory.

I passed the mausoleum and stomped through weeds to the largest, thick oak. An old wooden swing hung from worn rope.

Squatting down, I balanced as she climbed from my back and adjusted her skirt. Then she scooted her ass onto the wooden plank, but she didn’t send it swinging. Her fingers gripped the rope.

“We shouldn’t be out here,” she said. “Levi might wake up and look for you.”

I leaned against the tree. “Shouldn’t you be worried about Romeo?”

She swiveled the swing in my direction. “He’s sleeping. That’s why I decided to leave. I have classes in the morning. I need to get some sleep.”

I straightened the swing, positioned behind her, and curled my fingers over hers. “Did you tell Romeo?”

She tried to slide her hands lower on the rope, but I held her tight. “No.”

“Why?” I breathed in her scent. Warmth from her back burned into my chest.

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