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I reach between us, and, unbelievably, his cock is hard again, and god help me, but I want it in me again, and again.

Blood levers himself up, and I spread my legs wide, welcoming him in an attempt to quench my unending thirst.

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BLOOD

Two hours later, I lie sprawled over the bottom of Maxine’s bed. Don’t ask me how the fuck I got in this position, but right now, I can barely remember my name, no less anything else.

Maxine’s head rests against my chest with her feet on the pillows at the top of the bed. I move my right hand, and a can of whipped cream falls to the floor. Yeah, there wasn’t too much we didn’t try and, fuck me, but she was up for all of it. Just my luck, I finally find a woman who isn’t afraid of my kinks and actually likes them, but—she’s off-limits.

I roll to my side, taking her with me, settling us against the pillows. I haven’t felt this relaxed since before we hit Tijuana a year ago. Whatever this woman did to me, she did it in a big way, but aside from her connection to Hector, I know nothing about her. Like where she came from, why and how she was in Tijuana, and how she got mixed up with Hector.

“You’re obviously American, so how did you end up in Tijuana?”

She props herself up on her elbow. “Why is that important?”

“Just curious.”

“Nothing to be curious about.”

“Most of the guys we pick up on the circuit down here are either running from the law in the States, an ex, or a bookie trying to rearrange their limbs.”

“Except me. No irate ex-boyfriend, I don’t bet, and I’m not a wanted criminal.”

Right, you just work for a sadistic bastard who’d take you out in the blink of an eye.

“Good to know.” I laugh around my words.

“Why are you in Tijuana?”

“Oh, babe, that’s a short question with a long answer.” I push up on the pillows. Her question gives me the perfect lead-in. “Me and Smoke used to run a Royal Bastards chapter in San Diego, but we let some shit get away from us, and our national prez shipped us south of the border for punishment. A way to fuck with us.”

I give her just enough to make her think I’m letting her in on a big secret without spilling any vital information.

“Must’ve been hard.”

“In the end, we made it work, and a year later, The Tropics, the garage and the fight club are bringing in a profit.”

“That’s amazing and impressive.”

“A lot of hard fuckin’ work, but we made it a success. Even had to push up against the cartel.”

The slight flicker in her eyes makes me think I threw out the right bait. Now all I have to do is see if she bites.

“The cartel?”

“They pretty much rule this part of Mexico, dealing in drugs, guns and human trafficking. We came up against a guy named Rico Sandoval. Ever hear of him?”

She shakes her head, but her eyes narrow.

“He tried to move in on our territory, but we shut him down.” Old news almost everyone in and around Tijuana knows about, yet Maxine claimed she never heard about him or our connection to him. “Another guy took his place, Hector Rodriquez. Ever hear of him?”

“I heard of him when I was fighting in Rosarito.”

“People say he’s worse than Sandoval. A real ruthless motherfucker who doesn’t care about anybody. Destroys anything in his path as long as he’s making money.”

She lowers her eyes to the bedsheets but gives nothing away.

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