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“Doesn’t take a badge to see that your chin is glistening with pussy,” he snaps angrily. “Or that you’re standing here fucking shirtless with a tent in your goddamn shorts.”
I growl deep in my chest. “Watch it.”
“Or what? Is she ‘yours’ now?” Bishop hisses dangerously.
“And if she is?” I snarl
“You’re losing yourself, Tanner. This is bigger than both of us wanting her!”
We both freeze, staring at each other and blinking.
“Say that again,” I growl.
“You heard me.”
“You want her too?”
“Yes,” he hisses. “But I’m going to hang onto myself and not lose control.”
“Like you did last night?” I snarl.
“Says the man who just had his tongue between her legs?” He throws right back.
I smile smugly. “Damn right I did.” I feel possessive of Cora, and furiously jealous of Bishop if what he says isn’t bullshit. I leer at him. “And it was sweet as hell.”
He snarls and suddenly lunges at me to shove me back. I stumble, barring my teeth at him and hissing angrily.
“We doing this?”
“Doing what?” Bishop grunts as he shoves me again.
“We gonna fight over this girl like a couple of savages?”
“Sure looks that way,” he growls, his face just as lined and furious as mine.
“I’m not gonna hit a cop.”
“Funny, I’m not going to have that problem.”
“Fuck you.”
Bishop tosses his badge on the counter and stares at me, unblinking. “There, now we’re even.”
I grin. My muscles clench in readiness. “Just remember you asked for this, douchebag.”
We slam together like two freight-trains crashing. I snarl and roar, and Bishop bellows as his fist comes slamming into me. I blink like I’ve just been hit by a fucking 747, or like I just got punched by a goddamn mountain.
But I hit right back. We go slamming into the countertop. Glassware and a bowl of bananas goes smashing to the ground as we tumble over. Bishop’s fists slam into me like cannonballs. But I knock him right back with some heavy hits of my own. I taste blood, and I’m dimly aware of screaming. But then, soft hands are pulling me away.
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”
We come apart panting. Both of us are bloody and bruised on the ground. But the hottest little referee in the world wrapped in just a towel is standing between us. And she’s glaring at us like two boys who’ve misbehaved.
“What the hell is wrong with you guys?!” Cora screams.
