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“Why?” I asked.

“Because I walk nearly everywhere. A lot of times it isn’t as light as this,” she shrugged, her reply was brief and answered nothing.

I turned just my head to study her, seeing her long curls just barely touching the arch of her back.

“Why do you walk everywhere?” I asked snidely
. “Don’t have your license?”

I couldn’t tell you why I was being such a dick. However, I’d spent the entire night with the girl and then she’d gone and said my name like it was a dirty word…just like her fucking brother.

She didn’t answer.

Her eyes were settled on the road in front of us, making it known, without words, that she didn’t want to talk about why she did all the walking that she did.

Touché.

I had my own touchy subject that I’d warned her off of already tonight.

I’d give her the change of subject.

“I don’t date,” she said suddenly.

My brows squeezed in confusion.

“Uh,” I mumbled. “Okay.”

We reached her door, and I winced when I saw the lights on inside.

“Your brother’s gonna kick my ass you know,” I told her.

“Why?” Her brows furrowed.

I snorted.

“A, because he doesn’t like me. Two, because he doesn’t like me,” I explained seriously.

“My brother’s suspicious,” she amended. “And he doesn’t hate you. If he hated you, you’d be treated like my other brother.”

“And how’s that?” I
asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Like a common criminal,” she licked her lips. “Ridley keeps him under surveillance, and he doesn’t get to come around me, him, or any of the club members.”

“Hmm,” my mind started to race. “Interesting.”

She nodded.

“He’s not here,” she informed me.

“Okay,” I said, my eyes following the movement of her finger as she brought one manicured finger up to her mouth and bit lightly on the nail.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” She rubbed lightly on her bottom lip.

I rebalanced my weight on both feet as I readied myself for whatever was going to come out of her mouth next.

I wasn’t disappointed. It was quite shocking, to say the least.

“I want you to fuck me,” she burst out.

She didn’t lead up to it or anything, just blurted that shit out there.

Which might’ve been why I couldn’t think of anything to say to that.

“I’m…” I hesitated.

“You’re a pussy,” she crossed her arms, brows raised.

My eyebrows lowered.

“That’s certainly not what I was going to say,” I informed her. “Which you would’ve known had you not interrupted me.”

“Most people finish their sentences in a timely manner,” she countered stiffly.

She was getting pissed.

Interesting.

“Desperate much?” I asked her
. “You have to proposition guys that don’t want you in an attempt to get what you want?”

Her mouth dropped open in affront.

“You’re shitting me right now, aren’t you?” She gasped, hurt evident in her voice.

“Yes,” I lied, contrite. “But you surprised me is all. And I’m not a pussy.”

“Well, what are you?” She sniffed primly.

“Honestly?” I
hesitated.

She nodded.

“Yes.”

“I’m trying to get into a club that my father thinks’ll be good for my PTSD and anger management,” I answered. “And to do that, I need to not piss off the members; for example, your brother.”

Her mouth thinned.

“My brother’s already let you know that he doesn’t like you. What’s sleeping with his sister going to change?” She bit out.

I paused, unsure how to answer that.

“Well…” on one hand she was correct. He wasn’t going to hate me any less if I slept with his sister.

I
did
find her attractive.

Extremely attractive.

She was gorgeous.

And I’m not talking in a girl next door kind of way. I’m talking about a ‘keep her locked down in baggy pants and a sweatshirt’ kind of way and still beat the men off with a stick.

She’d be hell on the heart, that was for sure.

Her long, black curly hair came to about mid back, and her porcelain white skin seemed almost luminescent under the light of the moon.

She had long legs that looked fucking superb in those tight jeans she had on, not to mention the black Jack Daniel’s t-shirt she was wearing, cut up in that fashion that women seemed to like nowadays, was only accentuating her curves.

And what little denial I tried to hang on to by the tips of my fingers slipped away, leaving only one thing on my mind.

I couldn’t pass this opportunity up.

Not after I’d been lusting after the woman for so long, even though she didn’t know that.

“You really want this?” I crowded her so close that she started backing up out of reaction.

She licked her lips, and then nodded.

“Yes,” she confirmed. “Or I wouldn’t have brought it up.”

“You know who I am?” He queried. “You’re not intoxicated and asking for things that you shouldn’t be asking for in this condition.”

She laughed in my face.

“Oh, honey. Now you’re just trying to think up an excuse to back out, aren’t you?” She mocked me.

I reached for her wrist and yanked her to me, pulling her so hard and fast that she had no other recourse but to slam up against me.

“Does it feel like I want to back out?” I asked her, grinding my cock against her leg.

She licked her lips, eyes flared, and shook her head.

“Nope,” she said almost casually, even though her breaths were coming in shallow pants, clearly showing me she was anything but not affected.

“What is it you want from me?” I pushed her, letting my breath play over her lips.

We were so close that the irises of her eyes looked like huge pools of liquid green, and when she went to lick her lips, her tongue brushed my lips.

My eyes flared, and hers seemed to absolutely melt, desire filling up those liquid depths.

“I want your cock,” she breathed, leaning herself forward until our lips brushed. “But you already know that.”

“Nothing else?” I asked.

She shook her head.

I smiled then and went to work on the button of her jeans.

The thing about our neighborhood was that we were in a fairly secluded area.

The Caddo River was a little over half a mile away from my place, which was at the end of the road.

There were only four other houses on this street, and Kitt’s was the second to last one, next to mine.

Meaning, there was going to be no one else coming by here for quite a while.

I also didn’t have to worry about her brother coming home, because I was supposed to be at the clubhouse early for a meeting.

The others were staying the night.

Me being the prospect meant I didn’t get the opportunity to do that.

I was expected to leave late, be there early,
and
be on time.

Something that I’d already failed at today, but with this woman in my arms, at this moment in time, I found myself not caring quite so much.

She inhaled quickly when my cold fingers met the warm skin of her belly.

Her eyes showed no reluctance as I unbuttoned, then unzipped, her jeans.

And, all the while, her eyes stayed connected to mine, I let my fingers slip into the gap in her pants, nearly inhaling my tongue when I felt how wet she was.

The lips of her sex were drenched, and I knew instantly that this wasn’t something that’d just started happening. She had to have been wanting it all night.

“How long have you wanted this?” I whispered, walking her back until her knees met the bumper of Ridley’s truck.

She leaned back and bit her lip, letting me know without words what I’d already suspected.

My fingers delved between the lips of her sex, sliding down with little effort until I met her entrance.

A whimper escaped her throat when I plunged my middle finger inside.

My cock jumped at the way her tight pussy clutched at my finger, and I just knew that when I got my cock inside of her, it’d feel fucking divine.

“You want my cock inside of you?” I goaded her, curling my finger around to run the pad of my finger along the front wall of her sex.

She gasped and jolted, throwing her hips forward and towards me, urging me to continue.

I smiled and slowed my movements, watching her as she lifted her head in aggravation.

“Why’d you stop?” She snapped.

My eyebrows rose.

“Maybe because I’m trying to keep you from falling to your knees and taking me with you,” I muttered, withdrawing my hand from her pants and bringing my fingers up to my lips.

I inhaled, smelling the sugary sweet scent of her essence on my fingers and nearly growled when she pushed my hand to my mouth.

I opened my lips and sucked my fingers inside, and nearly came when she leaned forward and took my thumb into her mouth as well.

I let my fingers go with a soft suck, and she did the same, staring at me expectantly.

Picking her up by the waist, I sat her on the truck’s hood and grinned.

“Scoot back,” I ordered.

She did and stopped when her entire body was directly in the middle of the hood.

“He’s going to kill me,” I muttered, grabbing a hold of the bumper that took up the front of Ridley’s truck and lurched forward. “This would be easier if we went inside,” I told her.

She laughed and started working her pants down her hips, taking her panties with them.

“Yeah,” she agreed softly. “But where’s the fun in that?”

I grunted and leaned forward, putting one knee on the hood and the other holding me steady on the bumper.

My mouth watered when she exposed her pussy to my gaze, and when she kicked her boots off, followed by her pants, letting both fall carelessly to the ground, I decided right then and there this wouldn’t be the last time we did this.

Not if I had anything to say about it.

She may want just a one-night stand, but I wasn’t one to fool myself.

This, what we had, was explosive.

And the way my cock was raging right then, there was no way that once would ever be enough.

“Well?” She widened her legs and exposed herself to me.

The light of the street lamp that ran down our road, as well as the flood light that was lit on the side of her house, illuminated everything that Kitt had to offer perfectly to my needy gaze.

My cock felt heavy in my jeans as I leaned up and unsnapped them.

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop.

My buttons went, one by one, until there was nothing left to undo.

My cock strained the front of my boxer briefs, pushing out of the gap in my jeans.

“You’re sure about this?” I murmured huskily as I leaned over her.

She nodded.

“Okay,” I pulled my cock out of my boxers and slid them, with the jeans, down my legs.

The moment my jeans were down, I shivered. It was March and already hot during the day. But at night, it was like it couldn’t seem to figure out exactly what it wanted to do.

Which my balls took notice of when they were exposed to the elements.

“God,” she whispered. “Can you just fuck me already? You’re like the slowest man in the world.”

She shifted restlessly on the hood, her ass screeching when she tried to move without lifting her hips.

I snorted and pulled her down, uncaring that her skin hung and screeched across the hood as the friction of the two were rubbed together.

“That wasn’t necessary,” she growled breathlessly once I had her where I wanted her.

I leaned forward until my cock was touching her entrance and then thrust inside.

She gasped and bowed, her hair getting caught somewhere up above her head.

Neither of us paid any attention to it, though, as my cock was engulfed in her tight heat.

“Goddamn,” I gasped shortly, watching where we were joined.

I pulled out and then thrust back inside, very aware of the fact that I was bare inside of her.

“You’re on the pill?” I confirmed.

She shook her head, and I cursed.

When I pulled out, though, she shook her head and wrapped her legs around my hips, holding me still.

“Don’t stop,” she begged urgently.

This was one of those times where I should have realized that a woman like this didn’t come without a whole slew of problems.

There had to be something that was keeping her from being with a man.

She could get anyone, and she’d chosen me.

I wasn’t the most attractive man on Earth. In fact, I was a broken mother fucker, and my beard left a lot to be desired.

But she wanted me, and I wanted her, and that kept my brain from working right.

Meaning, I should’ve pulled out.

That was what any normal person would do at a time like this.

Unprotected sex equaled babies, and I didn’t want a baby. Not now, not ever.

Babies meant relationships, and there was no room in my life for a relationship at this juncture in time.

My cock, however, didn’t care.

All I could manage to do was pull out only minutely, then thrust back inside.

Hard.

She gasped and strained her neck backwards, her legs going even tighter.

I squeezed her hip with one hand as I leaned over and planted the other hand on the sleek black hood beside her chest.

She smiled as she realized she’d gotten her way and started to pulse her pussy on purpose.

I saw stars, and it took everything I had not to rush my release.

“Motherfucker…” I breathed, bending down even further to pull her nipple into my mouth.

She moaned and placed both hands at the back of my head, holding me in place while she lifted her hips to take my cock.

My balls drew up, and I ground my pubic bone into her clit, hoping to help her along.

She gasped at the coarse feel of my pubic hair rubbing her sensitive clit.

“Jesus,” she whispered. “How’d you learn to move your hips like that?”

I didn’t bother to answer. She didn’t really want to know that answer, anyway.

At least not right then, with me pounding away inside of her.

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