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She stared at his hand as though she’d never seen one before. “Why?” He wiggled his fingers. Kevlar wasn’t accustomed to people questioning his orders. “You need to tell me when that cum stain is near you.”

Tightening her lips into a thin line, she hesitated.

Fuck him sideways. Kevlar hated that expression on her face. Hadn’t he proved himself to her twice over? Why didn’t she trust him?

Maybe because he looked like an insane murderer. He couldn’t help it. The Bloody Scorpions weren’t only sticking their noses into his territory; they were now trying to stick their dicks where they didn’t belong. Kevlar would allow that over his dead body. Yogi and all his cohorts were not welcome.

Kevlar’s mission was to make sure they knew that.

Slowly, she opened her purse, pulled out her cell, and tapped the screen. Once unlocked, she handed it over to him.

He nodded in an attempt at reassurance while typing his personal cell into the device. “I don’t care if you simply smell him nearby, call me.”

She stepped closer to him when he offered her cell back. “Why?”

He cocked his head to the side.

Fair question. They were practically strangers. Fucking each other once wasn’t a commitment. Why had he invested such an interest in Kelsey?

He scanned her impeccable features for the answer, and his dick twitched. He reached for her, cupping her jaw, his thumb grazing her cheek, and his fingers resting beneath her ear. As he got closer to her, she tilted her head upward, toward him, and the scent of her delicate floral perfume filled his nostrils.

She was heaven.

“Because, Kitten,” he murmured, lowering his lips to hers. “No one touches what’s mine.”

Before she could rebut him, he crushed his mouth to hers. His hand slid to the back of her head and tangled in her soft curls.

She didn’t resist. There was no struggle. Kelsey melted against him. Her plush body molded to his as her hands skimmed along his waist.

Fireworks popped along his skin from her touch. He swallowed her moan as she kissed him back with equal passion and clung to him as if he was some sort of savior.

Kevlar was anything but a good man. For Kelsey, he’d do what was right.

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Kelsey

Mine.

Twice in the last half hour two men had called Kelsey “mine.” One repulsed her. The other made her knees weak.

What was different about Kev?

They were practically identical. Both of them rode loud, obnoxious bikes. However, it was Kev’s that vibrated her soul when she sat on the back of it. He cursed like a sailor and took what he wanted from her. Yet there was something… a nuance to him that put her at ease.

The softness of his beard tickled her skin. He stole possession of the kiss—and her. Any resolve she had against getting into bed with him again shattered. He lit her body on fire. Her panties were soaked from the way he looked at her.

Kelsey had it bad for Kev.

“Get a room,” someone shouted from behind them.

Kelsey’s cheeks heated as their kiss ended abruptly. With his arm wrapped around her, Kev tugged her against his chest. From the corner of her eye, she watched him flip someone the bird.

“Fuck off,” he shouted.

Why was that endearing? On anyone else, she’d consider his vulgar sentiment a turnoff, but with Kev, it made her heart skip a beat.

Turning his attention back to her, he gripped her face gently in both hands as he sought her eyes.