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I’ll never admit it because she’s right. I’ve had my share of sexual partners, but never a one-night stand. Spike seemed at ease with a complete stranger, while the whole time I was freaking out.
Liar! You were egging him on, really getting into the whole dare aspect of it all. And definitely not during the orgasms.Andyou felt safe enough to fall asleep with him.
“We’ll never know because I’mnevergoing back to Purgatory,” I say with finality.
Megan sighs in frustration. “If that’s what you want, I’ll back you. What’ll you do if he comes searching for you?”
“That’s easy… I never gave him any indication I wanted to see him again or any way for him to find me,” I say matter-of-factly. “The only way he’ll find me is if I step foot in Boulder City again. Now that I know that’s the home of Saints Purgatory, the hounds of hell couldn’t drag me back there.”
“Famous last words.”
“Please, he was amazing in bed, but having an amazing cock doesn’t mean he’s worth the trouble of pursuing.”
“Alright. How about we work out the details for the whitewater rafting trip?” Megan asks, changing the subject. “That’ll be here before we know it.”
I’m right about this. Nothing but pain and heartache can come from dating a biker.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
CHAPTER 8
SPIKE
“Well,well, well, look what the cat dragged in.”
I toss my keys at Skye, who dodges them and leans against the couch as I walk from the elevator to the bar. Despite being thoroughly fucked, I’m in a shit mood and don’t need anyone’s crap on top of it.
“Did you just throw your keys at her?” Rogue demands as he grabs the back of my cut, bringing me to a halt.
“Calm down,” Skye says sweetly. “I was giving him a hard time.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck if you called him cage-driving ogre or spit in his Cheerios,” Rogue snaps.
“Relax, bro,” I cajole, which only results in his grip getting tighter. “I wasn’t trying to hurt her.”
He shoves me. “Do it again, and we’ll have a real problem.”
“Got it.”
I continue across the room, grateful to have dodged that bullet, but my relief is short-lived when Skye catches up to me and threads her arms through mine.
“So, things didn’t go well?” she asks.
“What are you talking about?” I counter.
She smacks me playfully. “Oh, come on. I saw you leave with Ivory last night.”
I halt and stare at her. “You know Ivory?”
She shrugs. “Well, not really. She and her friends have come into Purgatory a few times, and I managed to get her name.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?” she parrots. “That’s it?”
“What do you want from me?” I snap. “We fucked. It was great. She was gone when I woke up. End. Of. Story.”
“Oh, damn,” Malice says as he joins us. “What’d ya do to deserve that?”
