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“Get over here.” His arm wrapped around my waist and he yanked me against his chest.

“That was…” I started, unsure how to finish the sentence as I traced his tattoos with my fingertips.

“The best sex I’ve ever had.” His voice did nothing to hide his satisfaction.

I smiled, resting my head on his chest, letting the steady thud of his heartbeat lull me.

“Same.” I yawned.

The exhaustion from my shift, combined with the physical exertion of what we’d just done, was finally catching up to me.

As my eyelids grew heavy, I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head.

“Sleep, baby,” he murmured, his arms tightening around me. “I’ve got you.”

Sated and sleepy, I relaxed into his hold and fell right to sleep.

Chapter Nine

Rage

I woke with a jolt, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar weight draped across my chest. Instinctively, my arm tightened around soft, warm skin.

Instantly my body relaxed when the memory of the hours before came flooding back in.

Mac. Her taste. The sounds she made as she rode my cock until she found her release. The way she’d taken it like it was made just for her.

I was totally fucked.

Rubbing the hand that wasn’t holding onto the woman on top of me over my face, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and forced them to open.

Out the window, I could see that the sun was long gone. Must have been more tired than I realized seeing as we’d slept the entire day away.

Glancing down at the woman curled against me with her blonde hair spilling across my tattooed chest like liquid gold, I felt that strange feeling in my chest again.

Her face was peaceful in sleep, those full lips slightly parted, her breathing deep and even.

What the fuck was I even doing? I never let women stay. That was my rule.

Fuck ’em and send ’em on their way. No overnight guests. No awkward goodbyes. No complications.

Even as I thought it, I knew I was full of shit. Mac was different. I knew it the second I saw and I knew it even more now.

She was feisty and sexy.

And now that I’d fucked her, she was mine.

On this thought, I carefully extricated myself from her grip and slid out of bed as quietly as possible.

Mac stirred, making a small noise of protest before grabbing my pillow and burying her face in it.

The sight of her lying naked in my bed made my cock twitch with renewed interest.

As much as I wanted to climb back in bed with her, I needed a cigarette.

In the kitchen, I found Diesel curled up in his new bed, one eye cracking open to watch me as I moved around. “Just us boys for a minute,” I told him, grabbing a beer from the fridge.

The pizza from earlier still sat on the counter, cold now. I grabbed a slice anyway, leaning against the counter as I ate. My mind kept circling back to the woman in my bed, to what the fuck I was doing.

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