Page 221 of Thrust & Throttle


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The house was dark and quiet. I walked slowly through the front room, still getting used to the layout. We’d just moved in and we didn’t have enough stuff to fill the place and make it look like it was lived in. That would take time. Truth was, I didn’t give a shit about it, and I was letting Willa handle it. Whatever she wanted, she got.

I crept up to the second floor and turned the knob of the bedroom door.

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are,” Willa muttered.

“Sorry, babe.”

A moment later, a lamp on the bedside table turned on. “It’s the boots.” She flipped over and flopped down on her back, but then quickly reared up, brushing her tangled blonde hair away from her face. Even watching her do something as simple as that was sexy.

I wanted her all the time.

“What happened to your face?” she demanded, scrambling from the bed and coming over to me.

“Savage,” I quipped and smiled. My lip immediately split and began bleeding again.

Cursing, she moved toward the bathroom. I reached out to grasp her wrist and pulled her into me. She smelled like Willa. I’d know her scent in the dark; I’d know her anywhere.

She was wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of panties, her long legs and perfect skin on display.

“I was just going to get the First Aid kit,” she said softly.

“Leave it. It’s all superficial.”

I released her wrist and stepped back, just so I could remove my leather cut and lay it on the chair in the corner. I stripped out of my shirt and tossed it to the floor, and when I did, I caught her look as she saw my chest.

She wanted me.

Willa bent down to pick it up but didn’t give me any grief about not throwing it in the hamper.

Her eyes scanned me. “Your ribs are bruised.”

“Yeah.”

“What was the fight about?”

“We’re fine,” I assured her. “Savage needed to take out his frustration on someone who wouldn’t pull a knife or gun on him.”

She frowned.

I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down so I could remove my boots. When I grunted in discomfort, Willa dropped to her knees and batted my hands away.

As she unlaced my boots, I explained what Savage had told me.

“Bored? Seriously?” she asked. “How the hell is he bored? He fucks different women constantly, he’s in a biker club, and we’re about to go to war with a cartel…”

As she talked, I began staring at her nipples as they poked gently through the shirt she was wearing. Willa had great tits. She had greateverything.

“Duke?”

“Hmm?”

“Answer me.”

“What did you ask?” I lifted my gaze to hers.

“You really weren’t paying to attention to a word I said, were you?”

“Babe, you’re on your knees in front of me and you’re giving me a peep show. Damn right I’m not paying attention to what you’re saying.”

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