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“Hell, no,” Charlie chuckled. “They wouldn’t dare because we’re old ladies, so they have to respect us. It’s hilarious watching them try to be nice.”

“None of them are pleasant?”

“We’ve had a few, but not at the moment,” Kristina said.

Alicia squeezed her hand. “They’ll try to push you since you’re not an old lady yet.”

“Just face them down and be as mean as you can. That always puts them in their place,” Meg said.

“Let’s go watch a movie,” Jana said.

The back door opened, and Gunner walked in. “She can’t tonight. We’re going to bed early.”

He raised a brow, waiting for her response.

“How about tomorrow?” she said to the women.

“That works. Good night,” Charlie said and smiled.

Gunner held out his hand, which she took and let him lead her up to his bedroom.

Chapter Eighteen

Gunner closed and locked the door behind them before taking off his vest and hanging it on the chair’s back. Then he reached over his shoulder to grab his shirt and pull it off. He caught the anxiety on Jana’s face and thought about how to improve it.

“Can I take a shower?”

He stopped unzipping his jeans. “Babe, you can do whatever you want in here. I’ll take one after you.”

She nodded, walked into the closet, and came out with an armful of clothing.

“You’re not going to need that,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because if you wear a shirt in this room, it will be mine, and I don’t like panties.” He put his hands on his lean hips. “Are we going to have a problem?”

She hesitated for a moment and then shook her head.

“Good.”

Jana returned to the closet and came out with one of his shirts. He didn’t want her to wear even that, but he reminded himself that it was the first day, and she was still hurting from the beating.

He removed his boots and socks, lay back on the bed, picked up the remote, and started going through the channels. He glanced at the door in resentment. He didn’t even like that barrier between them, and once she was healthy, he’d tell her some of the rules he had.

He heard the blow-dryer. It went on for a several minutes, but he figured it would take that long to dry with her thick hair.

He glanced over when the door opened, and she walked out. Fuck, the light in the bathroom shone through the shirt she wore, and he could see her figure. He already knew she was beautiful because he’d seen her naked, but it was getting to the point of pain because he couldn’t touch her the way he wanted to.

He rolled to his feet. “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Jana nodded and crawled onto the bed.

He slammed his eyes shut when he caught a glimpse of her ass crack. Hell, what he would give to have his cock as deep in her ass as it could go. He just knew it was going to grip him and feel like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Jesus. He started the shower and left it on cold. He needed something to calm his cock down. He knew he could hand-fuck himself, but that would take longer than he wanted to get back to her.

He hissed when the water hit his heated skin. “Fuck.” He washed quickly before turning the water off and grabbing a towel. He looked down at his cock in disgust. That hadn’t affected him at all. He’d have to suck it up if it got too uncomfortable. He’d come back into the bathroom and hand-fuck himself for relief. He didn’t even consider going downstairs to one of the sluts. For one, he didn’t like any of them. Two, he’d never do that to Jana. He pulled on a pair of boxers and brushed his teeth.

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