Page 60 of Dozer

I bent forward and stubbed out the joint on the bottom of my boot.

“Hi, Coop. We’ve been right here,” she said, sliding her hand onto my thigh.

Coop plopped down across from us, dragging Levi down next to him. I was too high to care. My thoughts were on Pippa and where her hand rested. The scent of her hair surrounded me. I leaned into her and just breathed.

The mellow intoxication of the weed should have had me relaxed, but every muscle in my body tensed. Because I wanted her. I’d seen her connection to Romeo. I could dwell in her shadow, but I wasn’t going to watch her fall in love with someone else.

Romeo wasn’t here. And she was watching me with beautiful glassy eyes.

“Do you want to kiss me?” she asked.

Coop laughed. “Pipsqueak? Are you listening to me?”

She turned away from me. “No. Because you don’t listen to me seeing as my girl is practically in your lap.”

“Your girl,” I said with a grunt.

She gently elbowed me in the ribs. “Dozer, this is Greyson Cooper.”

“Coop,” he said. “You must be one of the badass bikers she’s dating.”

I shifted my gaze to Pippa.

“Levi told him.”

About being a Heller or that we were dating?

“It’s not a secret,” Levi said. “At least I hope it’s not. Here comes Vance and Gabi.”

I jumped from my seat and hugged Vance, pounding a fist to his back.

Vance slapped my chest with one hand, his other held a beer. “Where’s your cut?”

“Fuck, dude, it’s in Pippa’s cage.”

Vance laughed and sat on the bench. Gabi sat next to him and bent her legs over his lap. He rested his hand on her thigh.

“Where’s Romeo?” he asked.

Silence stretched between all of us.

“That must be the other biker Pipsqueak has on the side,” Coop said.

“I’m going to kill you,” Pippa said to Coop. “My personal life is not open for input from you.”

Vance turned his attention to me. “You and Pippa?”

“Just friends,” I clarified.

Levi’s snort sounded a lot like a curse word, which couldn’t be true since she was the good girl of the group. Never smoked weed, even though she drank, I could count on one hand how many times we’d been able to get her drunk. And she was a virgin. Add in cute as hell, and it was no wonder we were all protective of her.

“Maybe a little more than friends,” Gabi said.

I leaned my head back and groaned. Wasn’t this supposed to be a favor? I shook a cigarette from my pack.

“Are you okay?” Pippa slid her palm onto my shoulder and leaned in. Her breath caressed my cheek, tightening my gut. This wasn’t what she wanted either. I was supposed to be a distraction to her dad’s influence on her social life, not force her to explain her sexual relationships.

Especially since I was the one who darkened her bedroom.

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