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Would he admit what he did was wrong?

His giant hands went to the sides of my head. He tipped my face up so he could look into my eyes.

“I won’t apologize for wanting you to be safe. And I won’t admit I did anything wrong.”

Could he read my mind?

Without another word, he pressed his lips to mine in a claiming, possessive kiss. His hands held me still while his mouth held me hostage.

And I let him.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Gunner

Kissing Haizley was something I would never get enough of. Her soft plump lips opened, allowing me entrance as soon as my mouth reached hers. She was receptive to having my hands on her. Having my mouth on her. And soon she would be just as receptive to having my dick inside her. Pulling back, I released her face and had to grab her shoulders when she swayed.

The cocky grin I shared told her I knew exactly how much I affected her. She narrowed her eyes, huffed out a curse, and turned away, stomping up her front steps.

I threw my head back and laughed. Her sass made me hard, and when she turned to glare at me, I made a production of shoving my hand inside my jeans to adjust my dick.

The heat of her anger quickly turned to lust, and I knew it wouldn’t be long now. Fuck, this was the longest I had ever gone without fucking a woman. I walked backward toward my bike, never taking my eyes off her.

I sat on the side of my seat, my legs stretched out in front of me, and pulled out a cigarette. She watched as I lit it and sucked in a drag, blowing the smoke out off to the side so it didn’t impede my vision of her.

She stood for a moment more before finally unlocking her door and walking inside.

It was fucking cold out here, but nothing would pull me from watching over her while she was in the house alone with Jack’s asshole brother.

When he pulled into her driveway, my body stiffened. It took every ounce of control I had not to march over and punch him in the face and tell him to fuck off.

But I promised Haizley.

Derek sat in his car for a few minutes, and I wondered if he was afraid to get out. When he did, instead of going inside, he walked over to me.

“I’m not gonna hurt her.”

“It would be fucking stupid to try.”

His hands fisted at his side, and I stood from my bike.

“What’s it gonna take for the club to see I’m fucking trying? Jack asked me to see a shrink, and I’m here.”

“It would take Jesus Christ himself to walk this earth again for us to forgive you.”

Derek looked up at the sound of Haizley’s door opening. She stood on the porch, those tiny arms crossed over her chest like she thought she was threatening.

It was fucking adorable.

Turning back to me, he said, “I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m asking for a chance to know my brother.”

Then he turned and walked toward my woman. I couldn’t hear what they said, but when Derek looked back at me and then shook his head to Haizley, I had an idea of what she’d asked.

He stepped inside her house, and she turned to me, pointing at her eyes with two fingers. She then turned them in my direction.

I see you too, little lamb.

I sat back on my bike and got comfortable. It was gonna be a long, cold hour, but for her I would sit my naked ass on aniceberg to ensure she was safe and never had to do what she did last night.

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