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Ricochet looked down, gave me an unamused look and reached down to pick it up.

I gagged. “Why,” I mumbled as he took off with the furry beast in his hands.

“He’s not a fan of killing them,” Smoke told me. “Also don’t ever fucking do that again.”

“What?” I gasped.

“Scream and force me to burst in here and see you like that.” He gave a shudder as if I was the most hideous thing he’d ever seen.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” he said, his lip curling. “You’re as much my sister as Kit. And now I have to gouge my goddamn eyes out. Thanks for that.”

“Wha-”

But Smoke walked off, leaving me stunned and slightly offended.

“Why the fuck are you in my bathroom with my half-” Lock paused, his eyes raking down over my towel covered self. “Fully naked old lady?”

Hell and Static realized at the same time that he was not only speaking to them, but that they were in deep shit.

“She screamed,” Static said, trying to defend himself as Hell grabbed him by the cut and dragged him out of the apartment.

I’d laugh if my heart wasn’t still racing from the spider attack.

Lock leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his beefy chest, and cocking an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t look at me that way,” I told him in a haughty tone. “How long did you just spend with another woman rubbing you down?” I was playing. Mostly. Okay, only a little. “Were you fully naked?”

“Slow your roll, Baby Girl.” When I glared at him, he sighed. “She’s my masseuse, Jumper Cables,” he said, his eyes dropping down to skim over what he could see of my body.

“And they’re like my brothers,” I countered.

“Do I even want to know what happened?”

“There was a spider,” I mumbled. I shuddered at the memory and wrapped the towel tightly around my body.

His laugh was deep and did funny things to my insides.

“Don’t try to get out of trouble,” I said, stepping closer and poking his chest. I really wasn’t this unreasonable. I was pestering him on purpose. The small amount of real anger I’d had at the idea of some woman rubbing him had died long ago. She’d seemed nice enough. And forceful enough that no one was going to get past that wall of professionalism she’d had when she’d burst into the clubhouse.

I poked Lockout in the chest again. Biting back my smile when his eyes narrowed on me, I poked him yet again.

“You’re pushing it, Keels,” he muttered.

Good. That was the point. Pulling my finger back once more, I gasped when it didn’t make contact a fourth time. He had me slung over his shoulder before I had the chance. “Put me down! Your leg!”

“Is fine,” he replied. “Seems to me, I need to have a talk with my woman about starting shit.”

“I don’t start shit,” I huffed. Yes, I did. With him it was so much fun. I liked the wild flash of irritation and passion in his eyes when I hit my mark. He wasn’t usually this easy to spin up, but I just had a way with him.

Grinning as I bounced off the mattress, then landed, I opened my arms as he lowered his body down onto mine. This was a better way of spending our time. Maybe his muscles were loose and relaxed, but I intended to tighten them up again in a hurry.

CHAPTER 33

Keely

“Never mind. This is a bad idea,” I told him, but I was still grinning.

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