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It’s just sex.
Dropping a kiss on my lips, he said, “I’ll get rid of this condom.”
I dressed while he was gone, and headed back into my kitchen to find a drink. I needed one after that. After I’d let my feelings start wandering to places they shouldn’t.
He met me in the kitchen, his hands all over me again. With one last kiss, he said, “I’ll call you.”
I drank some of my drink, my tummy alive with butterflies. “We need to stop this now, Hyde.”
“No.”
All my mixed emotions about him collided. Irrational anger resulted. “Why do you always get to decide things?”
“Why are you fighting this?”
“What is this?” I threw back.
“It’s exactly what you like, sugar. Dirty fucking sex.”
“That’s what you want.”
“You don’t?”
“I told you last time this was a one-time thing. I don’t want casual sex.”
His eyes narrowed at me. “You want more?”
And there was the rub. “I don’t know what I want.”
He raked his fingers through his hair. “You’re making this hard to follow.”
“Okay, let’s forget what I want for a minute. You told me you don’t date, so we’re an incompatible match anyway.”
He stepped closer to me, his hand curling around my neck. “You need to stop overthinking this. And stop figuring that you have me worked out.” He kissed me one last time. “Like I said, I’ll call.”
I stood in shock as he walked out. Yet again, he’d told me how things were going to go down between us, and I’d let him. And he still hadn’t confirmed he wanted more than sex. His vague “stop figuring you have me worked out” was such bullshit. It gave me nothing more than I already had. And fuck, I still wasn’t sure what I wanted.
But really, I was sure.
I wanted a whole lot more sex with Hyde. I just didn’t want to admit that I also wanted to spend more time with him.
Chapter 20
Hyde
Monroe was distracting me and she wasn’t even anywhere near me. I couldn’t get her out of my head. And that was a dangerous distraction to have when Storm was in the middle of shit.
Salvatore Ricci had turned out to be a dead end. He didn’t have anything to do with Jacko’s death and had proved it to us. That left us with a few other options, but getting to the bottom of it all was proving hard to do. King’s call tonight had been in regards to the guy Fox had put us onto. He’d been found dead with a message delivered to King afterwards.
“You’ve taken what’s mine, now I will take what’s yours.” King’s wild eyes came to mine as he waved the piece of paper sent to him in a box with the guy’s head. “What the fuck does this even mean?”
I had no idea either. It made no sense to me that this guy’s head had been sent to us. We’d had nothing to do with him until recently. And it made even less sense as to what King had supposedly taken from whoever was behind all this.
Bronze stepped forward. King had called him, Devil, Nitro, Kick and me in to deal with this. “You definitely don’t know this guy?” He indicated to the head in the box. “Not even from years ago?”
King scrubbed his face. “I’m almost one-hundred-fucking-percent sure I’ve never had anything to do with him.”
“And he gave you no leads when you saw him?”
