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I chuckled softly as I scattered a few kisses over her inner thigh.
“If I remember correctly, you were just as insatiable as I was.”
Lou gave a pleased little hum and brushed my hair out of my eyes. I knelt between her legs, reaching for the box of condoms on the nightstand.
Then someone pounded on the door hard enough to make it sound like thunder. Lou flinched and yanked the sheets over herself. I placed a hand on her hip.
“Stay here.”
Pulling on my jeans, I winced at the feeling of rough denim against my erection. If one of my club brothers was interrupting me right now, they were going to be sporting a few nasty bruises, if not broken bones.
Dragging myself away from Lou, I headed to the door and pulled it open. A blast of hot summer air greeted me. That’s when I registered the man standing at the foot of my steps. He was bald with wraparound sunglasses and a large fanged spider tattooed up his throat. His stocky build made him look like a powder keg ready to go off - thick forearms, thick neck, thick chest. I recognized the black leather kut he wore as the mark of an initiated motorcycle club member. On his chest, it read Devil’s Disciples MC, President, Pruitt.
Goddamn it. This was Lou’s husband, Jed. And I was coming face to face with him in only my unbuttoned jeans with his naked wife in my bed.
I clenched my teeth, schooling my expression into neutrality.
“Can I help you?”
“One of my boys reported that you picked up Louisa Pruitt earlier today from a motel two hours north of here,” he said.
I pretended to think about that for a moment.
“Nope, the name doesn’t ring a bell. I did pick up Lou Reynolds though.”
A muscle in Pruitt’s jaw twitched.
“She’s my wife.”
I flashed him a shit-eating grin.
“Oh, I know. She told me all about you. Let me guess, you’re the bastard who ordered to have her tires slashed so she would feel cornered and desperate enough to run back to you.”
Pruitt said nothing. That was all the answer I needed.
“I thought so,” I said. “Seems like that blew up in your face.”
He bared his teeth with a growl. On the outside, I tried to remain cool and calm, unaffected by Pruitt’s rising anger, threatening to boil over at any second. On the inside, I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat until he stopped breathing.
“Tell me where my wife is,” Pruitt said.
I shook my head, leaning my shoulder against the door frame. Bracing my arm on the other side of the door frame, I used my body as a barricade. If Pruitt intended to take Lou back, he’d have to go through me.
“I can’t do that. She’s a customer. I’m fixing her tires—the same tires you fucked up, by the way—and then she’ll be on her way. As long as she remains a customer, she has a right to privacy.”
In a flash, Pruitt pulled a pistol from the waistband of his jeans and aimed it at me.
“I’m not playing your stupid fucking games. I’m here to get my wife and take her home. Now get the hell out of my way, or I’ll put a bullet in your brain.”
A shotgun cocked behind me. Lou stood at my shoulder, wearing only a t-shirt, her legs bare, her eyes narrowed, her aim steady. Pride bloomed in my chest. I pressed my lips together to hide my smile.
“Pull the trigger,” she said. “And I’ll blow a hole through your chest.”
Pruitt hissed with frustration and lowered his pistol.
“I knew it. I fucking knew it. This is Rooster Boden, isn’t it? The guy you just couldn’t get over, even though he broke your heart and left you behind without a second glance. You left me—the man you married, yourhusband—just to hunt him down and open your legs forhim. You backwater whore.”
I saw red. That filthy word should never be aimed at my Lou. In two strides, I stepped down from the trailer, stormed over to Pruitt and grabbed the front of his shirt.
