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“Yes. Yes, please,” she moans, rolling her hips, tempting me with what’s hiding behind that lace.

Looming over her, I kiss her, licking deep into her mouth just like I will her pussy.

Tucking the lace aside, I drag my fingers through her folds, letting her juices coat my skin.

“Styx,” she moans as I tease her entrance.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.”

I push two fingers inside her, but I don’t get any deeper than the first knuckle when she cries, “no,” and scrambles away from me.

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KAT

Styx calls after me but I bolt toward the house, panic slamming into me.

What the hell was I thinking?

Ryder was inside me less than a few hours ago, and I let Styx touch me. I let him—

Shame wells in my chest. Sticky and suffocating.

I own my sexuality. Always have, like to think I always will. As far as I’m concerned, the idea that girls can’t freely enjoy sex is an outdated, chauvinistic viewpoint instilled to keep women in their place.

But this is different.

At least it feels like it.

Because the truth is, no matter how much he hurt me, I still care about Styx. He owns a piece of my heart. All I’ve ever wanted is for him to see me as more than Diesel’s little sister. And tonight, when I opened the door and saw him standing there, the pain and regret in his dark eyes, my stupid, foolish heart soared.

But then there’s Ryder. The cocky biker who’s been there for me the last few days. He gets it. He knows what it’s like to be stuck, watching a person you love struggle. When I threw myself at him that night at the abandoned mill, I really was only looking for a distraction. But I can’t deny there’s something growing between us. More than just attraction or sex or distraction.

I think I like him. And I think he likes me too.

But Styx…

It’s always been him.

Every boy I’ve kissed and fooled around with, they were just temporary while I waited for Stygian Johnson to pull his head out of his ass and realize that what we have goes beyond friendship and duty.

I love him.

Part of me always has.

At first, when I was younger, it was innocent. The way I love my brother or Crank or the other guys I’m close with at the club. But in the last couple of years, my feelings toward him have evolved.

God, I’m a mess.

I let Ryder fuck me into oblivion and then let Styx—

The blare of my cell phone startles me and I quickly pull it out of my pocket, hardly surprised when I see Styx’s number.

I hit decline and press my fist to my mouth, glancing at the back door. He won’t follow. Styx is too respectful for that and he knows my mom and Aunt Cassie are sleeping.

My screen lights up with an incoming text and I hit open.

Styx: What the fuck was that?

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