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I didn’t know why, but that name slipped out as my heart broke for him.

“Baby,” he began, leaning towards me. He rested his hand on my thigh, bare since I’d changed into a pair of sleep shorts. His touch was as warm and rough as the man I knew him to be. “I’m all grown up now. Don’t need anyone feeling sorry for me. Shit happens. People die. That’s life, and there’s no changin’ it. You know that better than most.

“As far as I’m concerned, there’s no sense dwellin’ on the past, either—especially when the future involves you, naked, moanin’ my name while you come hard for me after not comin’ at all the last three days.”

Just like that, he had me smiling.

That was my man—hard on the outside and sweet on the inside.

The Wild StallionMustangcocooned around Mary-Kate’sSully.

“Is that your way of telling me you’re ready to go upstairs?”

“Fueled you up, sugar. Time for that workout.”

He was right. Ithadbeen three days, and I’d missed him more with each one.

I stood, but he caught my hand before I could take a single step.

“One more thing,” he said, tugging me until I was close enough for him to snake his arm around my waist.

“What’s that?”

“Sturgis. It’s in a couple weeks.”

My eyes widened as a thrill raced up and then back down my spine.

I’d never been to Sturgis.

If the crooked smile pulling at Mustang’s lips was any indication, I was not hiding my desire to experience the biggest motorcycle rally in theworld.

“Pretty in pink and wild like the wind, my Tess,” he muttered.

I smiled huge, leaning into him as I sank my fingers in his hair.

“The plan is to roll out the day before the rally starts, soon as I drop MK with Trix. Won’t stay but a few days. Want to be back for MK Sunday, plus we’ll get hit, too. Bein’ in the path of the rally, the garage and the bar see plenty of business those two weeks. Be stupid to shut it all down.

“Want you there with me. Can you get the time off? Real time off. None of this on-call even when you’re off bullshit.”

I fought the urge to squeal as I nodded. “Yes. I haven’t taken a vacation in forever. I can get the time off.”

“Good. Do it.”

“’Kay,” I said, bending to bring my lips to his. Before I kissed him, I added, “Can’t wait.”

We soon abandoned our dishes and went to the bedroom.

A while later, when I came—I did it hard, and I did it moaning his name.

Mustang.

Mustang

Two Weeks Later

It was Friday night,and they were fifteen minutes from the heart of Sturgis at the Full Throttle Saloon. The place was packed, the country rock headliner of the night on the mainstage. Mustang was standing in the crowd with Bull, Twister, Maverick, Wrangler, and a few of his brothers from Wild Stallions' other chapters who’d been interested in the concert that night.

Winnie and Tess stood in front of their men. Twister had a topless chick covered in body paint hanging all over him, whileMaverick had a woman under each arm, both of them in hardly more than pasties and fishnet stockings.

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