Page 57 of Down & Dirty: Rage

Goosebumps marred her smooth skin as he traced along both collarbones. Musical notes were tattooed along each side.

He remembered when she got them but couldn’t recall what they meant.

“What song?”

“It’s a musical cryptogram.”

He had no fucking clue what that was and he wasn’t about to ask and sound like an idiot. Luckily, he didn’t have to.

“It’s a message, not a song,” she clarified.

“What’s the message?”

“It would take some decoding, but it says, ‘If you want something said, ask a man; if you want something done, ask a woman.’”

What the fuck?“No fuckin’ way it says all that.”

Her lips curved up slightly. “You’re right. That’s not what it says. It says, ‘When someone says you can’t, prove them wrong.’”

“Who the fuck told you can’t do somethin’?” he growled.

“You’d be surprised.”

If all his damn blood wasn’t pooled in his dick right now, his blood pressure would be spiking.

Good thing touching Lyric always kept him steady. He wondered if she was even aware of the effect she had on him. She’d witnessed him spiraling plenty of times in the past and wasn’t afraid to come over and plant a hand on his arm or his gut.

Her touch had the same effect as a tanker plane dumping water on a wildfire.

He sure as fuck hoped his touch was sparking a wildfire in her as he skimmed a hand down her quivering stomach and caressed the colorful butterfly above her right hip. Of course it was above her bikini line. He could only imagine it would have been uncomfortable to ask her father to tattoo her any lower.

When his dick made another formal complaint, he knew it was time to stop lingering and move shit along. “Here’s your first order: get on the bed.”

She turned to stare at where he slept. “Did Moose die there?”

“No.”

“I thought he died while…”

This was the last conversation he wanted to have right now, but he also wanted to relieve her worry. “Fuckin’? Yeah, he did. If you’re gonna die before your time, that’s the way to do it.”

“Then—”

“In my office…hisoffice. On the desk.”

The man’s road name had been Moose for a reason, but despite being fat as fuck, he still attracted the ladies. And a lot of them. It didn’t surprise anyone when his heart quit mid-pump while plowing one of the strippers.

“So no, he didn’t fuckin’ die in this bed. But if I do shit right, you may feel like you fuckin’ died when I’m done.”

Both of her eyebrows shot up her forehead. “Somebody’s full of himself.”

“You’re gonna be full of me soon. So, baby, you can get on the bed yourself, or I can put you there.”

Chapter Eleven

Lyric caughther bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes bounced back and forth between Rage and the bed.

“If you don’t wanna do this, then?—”