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“When was this?” I tried doing the math in my head.
“That was before Paris.” He cupped my center. “Don’t worry. Nothing beats this pussy, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
I scoffed, finding that hard to believe.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Why should I?” I grabbed his hand, removing it from between my legs. “You’ve said that my pussy is the only one you want and yet it’s been a week since the bar and this is the first time I’m seeing you. Why?”
“I’ve had to lay low for a few days. I wasn’t lying when I said that the mayor wants us out of town. Besides, why do you care? Are you wanting a relationship?”
“What?” My cheeks burned. “I never said that. I just … I …” I huffed.
“Look, I know you’ve been with the twins for a while. I’m not stupid and people talk. So I figured you’re not ready for a relationship. Am I ready? I have no fucking idea. But I do know that I want sex and a lot of it.”
“You said that already.” I stared out the window.
“It’s the truth.”
“Sex is dangerous,” I murmured.
“Yeah, baby. It can be.” He linked his fingers in mine, holding my hand in my lap.
My heart jumped at the gentle touch. Especially coming from him. “What are we doing?”
“Fucking.” He squeezed my hand. “It’s just sex, Piper. I know you can handle that. You did it with the twins.”
The twins were different. I didn’t feel for them what I felt for Jaron, but those feelings terrified me. He could break my heart.
“I broke it off after Paris,” I confessed. “I felt guilty even though I wasn’t committed to them.”
“You shouldn’t feel guilty. You weren’t in a relationship.”
“Maybe.” I brushed my thumb over the back of his hand. His tanned skin was a contradiction to my pale form. “Why did we wait until Paris?”
“Because you were fucking Aiden and Ashton. Or I guess they were fucking you.”
“No.” I leaned my head against the window. “Youfuck me. They … they weren’t dominant like you are.”
“They didn’t please your tasty pussy, Piper? Is that what you’re saying to me?”
“Why do you have to make everything dirty or crude?” I pushed his hand out of my lap and faced the front.
“You like it. That’s why.” Jaron grabbed my hand.
“Stop.” I shoved out of his grip.
“Don’t fucking push me away, Piper.” He cupped my hand. “We may only be fucking but you belong to me. You aren’t satisfied by anything else. Isn’t that right?”
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, instead of answering him.
“To my aunt and uncle’s place. I need to talk to them about Brody and find out what they know.”
“What they know?” I knew Coby and Brogan Porter used to be informants in a way. If that was what you could even call them. But as far as I knew, they were retired.
“Yeah, Piper.” Jaron brushed his thumb back and forth over my palm. “I remember when you got this scar,” he said, running his thumb over the soft pink line that was slashed across my palm.
I laughed as the memories rushed forth. “Me too. I was trying to impress you and the guys,” I confessed.
