Page 6 of Dozer

“I don’t know. He’s pretty for a guy.”

“She’s such a slut just like him. Sometimes, I think about how good it would feel to use a sixteenth century ripper to tear her breasts from her body. They have to be fake. No one has tits that big. If they do, they hang like udders to their belly button. Maybe she just wears Victoria Secret.”

“Sometimes, I think you’re my evil twin.”

Her brows furrowed, but her lips hinted at a smile. “Which part? Do you want to rip her tits off, too, or do you wonder if they’re fake?”

I didn’t have to wonder. They were real. The way they swayed beneath her tight shirts, especially when she wasn’t wearing a bra. When she’d get off the back of Romeo’s bike, those perfect nipples puckered and teased. Pippa had the curves of a girl from my dad’s collection of Playboy Magazines.

Men beat off to girls who looked like Pippa. And some went behind the clubhouse after they watched their best friend fuck her to blow their load.

“They must be fake,” I said, rather than admit to the violent fucking needs raging through my veins. I’d stopped questioning the why. I was a sick, twisted fuck.

I no longer fought what I wanted. Acceptance didn’t mean I’d quenched my particular thirst. Occasionally, I worked for Bullet, muscle for his girls at the strip club. They needed protection for their side work. Paid pussy. I didn’t wait outside the room while they served their clients.

I watched.

I didn’t want to fuck Romeo up for touching what I wanted for myself. I wondered what was wrong with me because I craved the scent of sex. The musk of cum. The whimpers of a woman getting crammed full of cock.

“Pippa’s different.”

Levi had read my mind.

“Except for Kiss, this is the longest Romeo’s ever dated a girl.”

“Romeo doesn’t date.” I scooted up on the bed and patted the spot next to me. I’d shared a bed with Levi more times than I could count. We were kindred spirits. Those spirits just happened to be dark, tormented souls.

“I don’t hate Hana,” she said, snuggling against me. “But only because she’s Vance’s sister. I’d sew Pippa’s legs together to keep Romeo from getting between them. She’s such a slut.”

I kissed her temple. Unrequited love sucked. If I could undo her feelings for Romeo, I would. Levi was a tragic love song whereas I relished my misery like an aged brandy, a potent elixir to be sipped and savored.

Once I turned off the lamp, it didn’t take long before she softly snored in my bed. Muted music still filtered into my room.

A light tapping sounded on the door.

“Come in.” I sat up, keeping Levi tucked next to me.

“Hey, I’m looking for Levi,” Jazzy said as she opened the door. Light from the corridor spilled into the room and slashed across the bed.

“She’s in here with me.”

The door opened wider. Pippa stood behind Jazzy, her gaze shifting between me and Levi. The smile fell from her face. Fuck. Not that she had any reason to bitch about a woman in my bed, considering Romeo had his tongue buried in her cunt an hour ago.

Pippa rested a hand on Jazzy’s shoulder. “I’m going to go.”

Before I could go after her, she’d disappeared down the hall.

“Is she okay?” Jazzy asked about Levi.

“She’s good. Same shit. Same guy.”

Jazzy should understand. Rogue had her twisted into knots. No way that was going to happen either. We all had fucked up attractions, except Blade and Hana. Their relationship hadn’t been easy considering his old man had threatened to hurt her and her brother had threatened to beat the shit out of Blade for touching his sister. Vance had come around. Not that Hana was the type of girl to back down. And Razor was dead.

Jazzy leaned against the door. “I was going to take Levi home.”

“Leave her. She can stay with me.”

“I’ll be back in the morning. Don’t let her sleep in. She has classes. The new semester starts tomorrow. I promised her a coffee and donut at Vintage Brew. I’m glad she has you.”

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