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If he’d only gotten her number.

If he’d only gotten her to his place for a repeat performance.

If he’d not fucked her face into a broken mirror.

If… no, he would not question that.

Ever.

When she ghosted from the fights after their interlude, he had to face the fact that he was just a fuck in the locker room for her. He loved sexually confident women. Women who weren’t ashamed of their drive and went for what they wanted instead of playing games. However, he was usually the ghoster, not the ghostee.

He didn’t like it one fucking bit. What stung the most was how he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Hand, mouth, pussy… for three fucking years. No matter what he was fucking, he’d pictured her.

“Okay,” Granite sighed. “Priest, talk to Lexi, gather the info you need to toss me some projections. Believe it or not, my friend, Mark, runs Saddles & Racks right here in Sin City. He’s got his head on straight and makes some bank. I’ll give him a call and see if I can pick his brain. Then when Priest gets the numbers together, we’ll put it to a vote.”

A roar of agreement filled the room.

“If that’s all… wait, Blast.” All eyes turned his way. “Let’s see it,” Granite ordered.

He’d just finished a chest piece three days ago. Blast removed his cut, draping it over his chair and lifted his shirt. It was still crusty, but it looked wicked. Phantoms’ ink always did because of what it meant. He’d already got his back patch, but Blast wanted more.

The whooping and fists on the table were deafening. Blast dropped his shirt and donned his cut. “Damn, Horns always does tight work. Who did it, Ripley?”

“Nope, Andy. She happens to be Lexi’s friend and so I talked her into coming to the party.”

“I don’t think I know her,” Thunder mused. Pound and Granite nodded their agreement.

“Damn, I know her. And Lexi ain’t got shit on her. That chick is stacked as fuck. I mean muscle and curves all in one package. Shit, she is fine, brother. Congrats.”

“Who’s Andy? No road name?” Thunder questioned.

“No, she’s not a Shadow Angel. She’s been tattooing at Horns for some time, the only civilian working there. A Scorpio with a pet of some sort, and a pretty badass truck.”

Recognition sparked on Granite’s face. “Ah, yeah. She’s good. Only saw her once, but her work is crisp.”

“But shit, brother, did you have her fill out an application to come to the party?” Thunder interrupted. “Is that what it takes to get a woman to go out with the likes of you?”

Blast flipped Thunder off. “No, man. Chatting a lady up is how you lead to more than a sloppy blow job in the bathroom at Phantoms. Besides, she’s not exactly coming for me, per se, she’s Lexi’s friend. But, if I’m lucky…”

Blast trailed off with a wistful look, Granite officially closed the meeting and they headed into the bar for a drink. All that talk of bathroom blow jobs and stacked chicks had Thunder hornier than shit.

He bypassed the clubhouse bar and strode to the parking lot. “Where you headed, brother?” Pound was mounting his sled when he called out.

“Tails. Wanna come?”

Beside him, Trip answered, “A chance to see Sexy Lexi and other hot naked chicks? Um, no, sounds terrible. I’d rather go home and chew my toenails. Fuck yeah, we’re in, brother.”

4

ANDREA

“Jesus, you live like a nun; your vagina is going to wither and die if you don’t get laid soon,” Lexi prodded as she held various shimmery tanks up to herself in the mirror.

“Drama queen, much? My vagina is just fine, and nowhere near becoming an old west ghost town, thank you very much.”

Lexi spun on her platform heels. “Do you hear that?” Dramatically, she placed her hand by her ear as if searching for the source of a sound. She leaned over Andy, who was laid out on the bed and started whistling,The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.

Andy was a bit annoyed, but she had to admit it was comical. As she rose to sit with crossed legs and pick at invisible lint on the bedspread, Lexi ducked wildly. “What?” Concerned, Andy leaped up as her soon-to-be ex-best friend devolved in a fit of laughter and flopped onto it.

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