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“O-kay,” Reaper chortled. “You have a thing for her.”
I took two steps away from the table, my cock still pulsing. When she turned around and glared at me again, every muscle in my body stiffened. Damn, the woman was hotter than hell when she was pissed off. And the feel of her curves pushing against me had almost made me drag her into the bathroom for a quickie. The thought left my mouth watering.
As I backed toward the table, I took a deep whiff. Her perfume lingered, but not nearly enough. I wanted every inch of my skin covered with her sweet scent, the nectar of the gods.
“Yep. You’re right. That was the chick Snake is smitten with,” Mustang said, half laughing.
“Who says smitten any longer?” Vader teased. “How old are you?”
“Older than dirt but you’re right. Our buddy is in love.” Scorpion whistled.
“Just shut up. We don’t like each other. I’d go as far as to say we hate each other’s guts.” Maybe so, but I wanted to drive my tongue past her swollen folds, lapping up her cream just like I’d done before.
“You know what they say about two people who hate each other but can’t get enough?”
I glared at Vader. “Don’t go there. She really pissed me off. More than usual. There were a few things I should have said to her.”
“Then why don’t you follow her?” Mustang encouraged. “You know. Just to tell her off and all.”
I glanced at his face and thought about his suggestion. “Why the hell not? Sorry, Vader. There’s something I gotta do. You can tell me your big news later.” I pushed my way through the bar, racing outside and moving to the middle of the parking lot. She’d managed to disappear. “Damn it.”
After I’d waited for a few seconds, a car came zooming from the back lot, skirting around me.
The lovely, yet bratty Chasity was driving. Grinning, I jogged toward my truck, pressing the unlock and jumping inside. I’d revved the engine in seconds, flooring it the second I got out onto the street. If the little filly thought she was going to accost me in the middle of a bar, she had another think coming.
I noticed her taillights a few seconds later and continued to follow, thinking of all the things I wanted to say to her.
And all the things I wanted to do.
While I knew the smartest thing was to keep away from her, that just wasn’t going to happen. She’d plucked my last nerve and she was going to hear about it.
I kept my distance, refusing to allow her to know I was following. The best thing to do was to catch her off guard. Maybe that made me a very bad man, but I was at a point in my life that I couldn’t care less what people thought of me.
Well, most people.
And what the hell was the comment regarding the flowers? First of all, I wasn’t a flower man. Second, even if I hated the girl, which was debatable at this point, I’d never send her ones with thorns. It had to be psychiatric speak. Yeah, she was just pushing me. Well, I was damn good at pushing back.
As about a dozen images popped into my mind about what I wanted to do her, I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. Where the hell did this girl live? She finally made a turn heading toward the mountains. How long had it been since I’d ridden the Harley around the mountainous curves?
I knew the area well, including all the cabins and ranches lining the road she’d turned on. When she made a final turn on a dead end, I made mental note of the location just in case I wanted to make a return visit.
She pulled down a long driveway and I waited, keeping the engine idling. I wanted her to have plenty of time to get nice and comfy. After three or four minutes, I backed up, rolling down the gravel, turning the headlights off halfway there. She was already inside. After climbing out, I raked my hands through my hair before heading for the door. A single crack coming from the woods caught my attention.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say even the wild creatures thought she was hot. I laughed softly to myself before pounding on the door.
Hearing nothing, including footsteps, I pounded again. Then I kept doing so. The woman wasn’t going to ignore me.
I noticed her face in the closest window and turned my head slowly. Then she flung open the door so fast, I was shocked at her level of fury.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing here?” she demanded. My God, the woman looked good enough to eat.
Which is exactly what I had planned for her.
Touching.
Tasting.
Fucking.
