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The only problem was, he’d have to see Reilly almost every day. At the garage, out at the farm. On the runs, at parties.
Stop bein’ a pussy. She’s offerin’ you hers. Take it.
Why was he having a conversation with himself when there was a naked blonde in his room, climbing onto his bed?
All that damn smooth skin, the weight of her tits rocking and rolling as she moved, the tips puckered into tight rosebuds, the curves of her bare hips and ass. Christ, she hadn’t faced him yet, but he was dying to get a good look at what he was only getting glimpses of while she moved to the headboard.
His headboard.
While she was completely naked. And she had already waved the green flag, giving him the go-ahead.
Of course, fool that he was, he still remained frozen in place, his conscience fighting with his ever-increasing thirst for her.
What he’d been fantasizing about for the past year could actually become a reality. All he had to do was fucking move!
“Reilly,” he choked out. His dick was now so goddamn hard, his balls so damn tight, the discomfort almost unbearable.
He was trying not to stare at her, so he could think clearly and make the right decision, but…
He was only fucking human.
Chapter Ten
“Why do you look like a damn deer stuck in high beams? It’s almost like you’ve never seen a naked woman before.”
Rev’s Adam’s apple popped up, stuck for a second and then dropped like a rock. “Seen plenty of naked women.”
“Then you know what to do with one,” she huffed as she settled onto his bed.
She was now buck naked, and he was only wearing his jeans. There was no reason they weren’t already sweating, panting and exchanging body fluid.
Okay, yes there was. His resistance.
Damn stubborn men with their fears of being bludgeoned to death! Fsst.
“Don’t make me feel self-conscience now.” She sat on the bed and waved a hand down her body. “Like this isn’t good enough for you. I know I got a little softer—”
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with what I’m seein’.”
“Well, there must be since you’re still standing all the way over there.”
“Reilly…”
“Rev… Look, let’s make a pact. Oh, I know! We could do a pinky swear and we’ll swear we won’t tell anyone. That whatever happens between us won’t leave this room.” She jutted out her hand, curled her fingers and thumb into her palm and stuck her pinky straight up in the air.
His brow dropped low. “A fuckin’ what?”
“A pinky swear. Didn’t you ever… Never mind. Just come here. I’ll show you.”
“Said the spider to the fly,” he muttered under his breath.
“I’m not a black widow.”
“Maybe not directly. But if anyone finds out, you could be indirectly responsible for my demise.”
“That’s what the pinky swear is for,” she explained. “Nobody will find out. No one breaks the sanctity of a pinky swear.” She rolled her lips under to keep from laughing at how ridiculous this whole thing was. If she laughed, he’d never agree.
But he looked so damn conflicted. His erection was raging in his jeans, but he looked about ready to puke. That wasn’t giving her the warm fuzzies since what he was looking at was her naked on his bed.
Time to get out the big guns.
She sighed and dropped her hand, then rolled off the bed and to her feet. “I guess if you don’t want to fuck me, I’ll get dressed and go find someone else who will.”
One thing she learned in the last year of being around bikers was they were possessive of their women. Like crazy possessive and protective. She might not be Rev’s “woman,” or ol’ lady, but she worked with him, had ridden on the back of his sled many times and spent a lot of time around him.
She already knew the response she would get to her “threat” and, of course, she wasn’t disappointed.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” His order was so gruff, so alpha, it made everything on and in her clench tight.
With long, determined strides, he advanced toward the bed, his expression hard, his eyes clearly shouting that his orders were not to be messed with.
Finally.
As he closed in on her, she jutted out her hand for a pinky swear again. A noise so guttural came from deep within his chest, it made her lose her breath for a second. She lost it again when he grabbed her wrist, yanked her forward, shoved his hands into her hair and slammed their mouths together.
Fuck the pinky swear. This was so much better.
Finally, finally, finally!
She’d been wanting this for a long time, but figured it might never happen, not at home, and certainly not with Rev’s concern about getting jammed up because of it. They had skirted around each other for months.
Months!
She’d noticed his reaction when she and Rook had pretended to be involved for social media pictures to draw the dead douchebag—undead at the time—out of hiding. She saw his reaction when any of the other guys did overly-friendly flirting with her. Even if it was only in fun.
