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“And it has nothing to do with how hard I can fuck you. When I split your legs, I’ll have my hands around your neck and my cock buried so deep you’ll never get me out.”

My eyes snapped open, and my gaze locked on his. He stroked his cock, and I frantically rubbed my clit, careening toward an orgasm. My legs trembled, and my body crested.

Dozer groaned and squeezed his dick. I sank my teeth into my lower lip as I shattered with a dizzying climax. Ripples of release melted my muscles. Fluids gushed onto my fingers. I sank to the bottom of the tub, my legs too weak to hold me.

“Pip.”

My name was on his lips as he fucked his fist. A low growl rolled from his chest and crawled over me in dark abrading desire.

“Pippa, fuck.” He jolted with thick ropes of cum jetting from his dick, splashing me, trickling over his fist, and washing away in the heat and water of the shower.

He bowed his head, one arm still braced on the shower wall. I hurt because he hurt. I wanted to hurt with him.

Dozer dropped to the bottom of the tub. I slid into his arms and held him. We didn’t speak. I barely breathed. I settled into the rise and fall of his chest, and the warmth of his arms around me.

Kiss me. Please let this be about us and not me.

When the water turned cold, Dozer reached around me and turned the handles. Silence weaved between us.

“Dozer?”

“You need to get some sleep.” He pushed away, stood, and stepped out of the tub, leaving me soaking wet, cold, and unsure.

“Towels?” he asked.

I pointed to the cupboard beneath the sink. He handed me one first, then wrapped one around his waist.

“Is it okay if I sleep on the couch?” he asked and grabbed his clothes.

I slowly stood, my clothes dripping wet, my hair plastered to my head, and my heart in my throat. “I’ll get you a pillow and a blanket.”

He nodded and slipped out of the bathroom.

I stripped and left my wet clothes in the tub.

Clearly, Dozer had more issues than wanting me to come in front of him. Watching me masturbate was a substitute for intimacy.

Dozer didn’t have walls. He was a menacing Doberman behind razor wire and chain link. He could get to me and make me crave him, a blind woman reaching for his shadow. I wasn’t going to be allowed to touch him, not the way I wanted. Not the way he had rolled over me like an approaching thunderstorm threatening rain, thunder, and total devastation.

Chapter Four

Rogue

I leaned against the doorjamb. Brenna, one of the sweet butts of the club had taken an interest in Pike.

“How is he?”

She sat in a chair with her knees tucked to her chest and sipped a cup of coffee and watched him sleep. “He says he feels like he has the flu, so I figured I’d nurse him back to health with chicken soup and good love.”

“No pussy until his body is healed.”

She smiled.

“My dick is the only thing that doesn’t hurt,” Pike said with a slur.

I stepped into the room. “You want to give us a few minutes?”

Brenna unfolded from the chair. “I’ll go make a fresh pot of coffee.”

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