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“Yeah, he did. Why was I the topic of conversation?”

“I was just asking my sister why?—”

“Rose, can you go check on Briar?”

She smacked her lips and rolled her eyes. “I guess. See you later, Rocky.”

She disappeared, and Rocky and I stared at each other silently for a minute.

“Thank you for bringing Briar, but I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t do things like this without my permission.”

“Are you avoiding me?” he asked without responding to my statement.

“I just had this conversation with my sister. No, I’m not avoiding you. Mother’s Day is coming up, and I’m trying to make sure we’re ready.”

“Or…you’re avoiding me.”

“Why would I be avoiding you?”

“Because I ate your pussy, and you don’t want to admit how much you loved it.”

I rolled my eyes as I responded. “Is that what you think?”

He slowly walked toward me, stopping when he was close enough to touch me.

“I’m willing to bet my life you’ve been playing with your pussy with thoughts of my tongue brushing against those thick, juicy lips.”

I swallowed, even though my mouth had suddenly become as dry as the Sahara Desert. My heart began to beat rapidly, and my palms were sweaty.

“Umm, I think Briar is calling me.”

Before I could move, his hands were on my waist, holding me in place. I opened my mouth to protest, but it was covered with his before I made a sound. Instead, I found myself welcoming his tongue into my mouth, and damn…it felt amazing.

His hands drifted to my ass, and he picked me up and sat me on the counter. I opened my legs, allowing him to step between them, and our kiss became more intense. I heard myself moan, and the sound startled me, causing me to push him away from me and hop off the counter. I quickly moved to the other side to put some distance between us.

“You can’t keep doing shit like that.”

“Why? You seem to enjoy it.”

“I don’t sleep around, and I’m not interested in a relationship right now, especially with you.”

“Is that what you tell yourself so you can sleep better at night?”

“Rocky, please leave my place of business, and leave me alone.”

“What are you afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid of anything. I’m not interested in men like you.”

“What do you meanmen like me?”

“You know what I mean.”

“If I knew, I wouldn’t have asked.”

“Men in motorcycle gangs, who start shit with innocent people when they have nothing better to do and use women as punching bags and cum buckets.”

“Damn! I don’t need to ask who hurt you because I know exactly who did that shit.”

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