Page 30 of Unmasked Legacy

He reaches out, taking my chin with a curved pointer finger and tipping my head back. “She ain’t my girlfriend. I fuck who I want.”

“I think you should tell her that.”

“She knows.”

“Well, either way,” I say, stepping back so he is forced to drop his hand. “Can you keep it down?”

“I’m startin’ to think you’re more interested in my dick than she is.”

Here we go.

“In your dreams, my friend. If I want dick, I’ll get it, I don’t need to chase after a biker to do it.”

He runs a hand down his sweat slicked belly, and it takes everything inside me not to stare down as his dick. He has no shame, none at all. He’s standing here, in the open door, not a care in the world about who can see him naked.

“If I offered it, you’d take it.”

The arrogance.

I snort. “Believe me, I wouldn’t.”

He steps closer, hooking an arm around my waist and hauling me against him. His cock presses into my belly, and I gasp, the words sucked right out of my mouth when he looks down at me, his hard, sweat slicked body molding against mine. “We’ll see. I can guarantee that if I wanted you, you would lay down for me and spread those pretty legs, begging me to take you.”

“God you’re full of yourself. I wouldn’t even if you paid me.”

He licks his bottom lip, grinning. “Challenge accepted.”

“I thought you said you’d never touch me, even if I wanted it.”

“I don’t have to touch you to get you to beg for me.”

With that, he releases me.

“Goodnight, Kitten.”

Argh.

This infuriating man.

He’s getting under my skin, no matter how hard I am trying to keep him out.

“Keep it down!” I call after him, as he takes hold of the door.

He flips me the bird, and my eyes can’t help but zone in on that perfect, muscled ass.

Dammit.

“Sweet dreams to you, too,” I mutter, turning away when the door closes.

I can’t deny the ache in my body, mostly between my legs.

Tomorrow, I decide, is the day I’m going to ease this ache. I’m going to find someone, maybe one of these gorgeous bikers, and I’m going to deal with this problem. Then, just maybe, I can focus on the task at hand instead of thinking about the arrogant, gorgeous, stubborn, pain in my ass next door.

Yeah, I’ll do that.

It’s not slutty, right?

FINALLY MANAGING TOsleep, I stay in that room until around ten the next morning. By the time I wake, the sun is well and truly blasting through the window, and my body aches as I push out of bed, really not wanting to get up but knowing I have no choice if I want to finish what I started here.

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