Page 3 of Dozer

She found me in the dark again. I stood. My jaw clenched, and her gaze narrowed. Romeo might have fucked her, but she was with me when she came.

Pippa

Holy crap. My heart raced, and it had nothing to do with the orgasm still rippling through my pussy. That was a lie. One of many I’ve told myself since the night at Blade’s apartment when Dozer’s stare had hit with the impact of a head on collision.

The truth was that he scared me. His intensity made me think naughty thoughts. But I was sleeping with his best friend. On the first night we’d met, I’d become a Romeo slut. I suspected I was one of many for him, but I didn’t care.

I’d dated, mostly short-term, guys that thought my pussy was the fastest way into my dad’s business. Not that I slept with them. Actually, I could count the number of guys I’d been with on one hand.

I’d call it limited experience because I was tired of being used. I hadn’t planned on becoming the one only interested in sex, but I’d never had someone so beautifully bad want me. It had been an easy slide into whatever this was with Romeo.

I wasn’t delusional. It wasn’t a relationship. It wasn’t dating. But clearly more than friendship since I’d become addicted to getting orgasms from him.

But I had something with Dozer, too. I just wasn’t sure what it was. Whatever built between us wasn’t going to be easy. Not with the way he looked at me. And he was always looking at me.

Sometimes sparks of longing shimmered in his eyes, and other times I was sure he’d hurt me if given the chance. The sick part…I wanted to find out.

Not that it would matter. Dozer was committed to Levi. She was always tucked up next to him. Those arms, tatted and muscular, wrapped around her as he whispered in her ear. The lucky bitch.

“Pip, is something wrong?” Romeo stripped off the condom, stuffed it into my beer bottle, and then tucked his dick back into his jeans.

“I’m good.” I pulled on my panties, but my gaze searched the darkness. He’d been here. He’d watched. My cheeks burned. If I claimed to be embarrassed or pissed, I’d just be telling myself more lies.

Truth. Knowing he was there spiraled a swirling vortex of lust and possessiveness through me. I was bleeding want and need. I didn’t want to be drawn to him like he was my true north, guiding me down a pathway of destruction. There was something dark and dangerous about him, something so different than Romeo.

I’d never cheated on a boyfriend, but with Dozer, I’d become something in-between. He blurred my personal compass. I had no right to him. He wasn’t mine. Other than a few occasions, we hadn’t spentmuch time together. Yet when he was in the room, I always felt his gaze on me, like he stripped my layers of bullshit and saw to the raw, ugly parts hidden beneath the tits and hair.

Sex with Romeo was fun. He made me laugh. I didn’t realize how dirty I’d feel knowing Dozer watched. Dirty and desired. Remembering had my pussy wet again. My chest tightened with my shallow breaths. I’d wanted Dozer to see Romeo thrust deep inside me. I wanted him to wish he was the one between my thighs, eating me. I wanted him to want me.

But he had Levi. I smiled at the man next to me. And I wassomethingwith Romeo.

He dropped down on the stoop beside me and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Come on, talk to me, Pip.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder. “What are we, Romeo?”

He growled and slapped his hand over his heart. “Fuck me, don’t tell me you’re finally catching feels for me?”

I shoved him. “I’m glad feels are the only thing I’ve caught from you. You’re such a manwhore.”

He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck. “Seriously, what’s this about?”

I gnawed my lip. “Would we be friends if we weren’t sleepover friends?”

“Sleepover? We don’t sleep, Pip. We fuck.”

That was sort of the point I was trying to make. If I had to choose between friends or lovers, I’d choose friends. The MC wasn’t my future. Unlike my best friend, Hana, who now wore a Property of Blade patchon the back of a cut, I would never be anyone’s old lady.

Contrary to my large Italian family, I had no intention of getting married and populating the planet with mini me’s.

“We’re friends, baby.” He picked up my hand and kissed my fingertips.

“So just a slap on the ass and a see you later?”

He laughed and stood, bringing me with him. “Your best friend and mine are reason enough for us to remain friends.”

He held my hand and, with the other, carried the beer bottle.

I had a few ex-boyfriends, and I wasn’t friends with the guys I’d slept with. I avoided them. I’d rather not spend my life looking in the rearview mirror to see who I’d left behind—or who had left me behind.

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