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The breathless voice on the phone just says, “come quick!”

I’m grabbing my keys before the voice hangs up and heading straight for the middle of town. I slam the door on my truck, my heart hammering like a wild thing. I slam it into gear and pray the whole way to the bar. Rowdy’s is kind of a hole in the wall. If she’s there, I swear to god, I’m gonna paddle her ass. Her lush, rounded, sexy ass.

I pull my head back out of her ass and back to the road. Five ungodly long minutes and I’m pulling up in front of the bar and swearing under my breath.

It’s obviously one of their special nights. The place is packed and I can just glimpse women on the stage.

Fuck!

I hit the door at a run and the first thing I see has my dick hard as steel and my temper raging like a rhino.

Her lush thick ass is barely covered by the shortest little postage-stamp sized jean skirt. And she’s wearing a t-shirt in white. Or at least it was white at one point. Right now it’s completely see-through and she’s wearing a lacy red bra that is so obvious that she might as well be wearing just that.

Red tints my eyes and I slam my way through the bar, getting to the front and getting an eyeful of her smooth, glistening skin, her blue eyes shadowed and darker somehow. She’s like walking lust. I can see straight up her damn skirt from where I’m at and I completely snap when I see those red lace panties. Which the guy next to me can also see.

I glare at him and he grins, holding up his bar.

I don’t even bother. I just jump up on the stage and get right up in Lily’s face. Her pretty eyes widen and flutter and I have to fight to keep my eyes on that face. Her big tits are barely covered and that red lace bra has my mind racing, my dick straining. I yank my shirt off over my head and slam it down over her body, thanking my lucky stars that I’m so much bigger than her because it hangs almost to her knees.

Then when her mouth comes open and she looks like she’s going to say something, I grab her and pull her up into me, that vision slamming into me and sapping all of my damn willpower. I slam my lips down on hers and I don’t ask. I take. I take every damn whimper and my hand closes on her hips, hard. I hold her tight to me until I can feel her nipples pressing into my chest.

Then I yank my lips free and stare down at her lust-filled sapphire eyes, her red lipstick smeared all over her lips and rubbed off. I shake my head at her and then I bend down and throw her over my shoulder. “Baby, you just fucked up really bad.”

Then I jump off that fucking stage and hit the ground in a dead run. Nobody’s stopping me but I’m not wasting time. I need to get her home. My home.

Because she did fuck up. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than her standing up there.

And she let other men see it. That shit’s not gonna fly. Not when she’s mine.

And I throw her in my truck and buckle her in before she can argue with me.

I slap the truck in gear and back out, gravel flying out from under my tires and ordinarily I’d cringe. But I don’t give a shit.

I need her. Need all that bare skin spread out in my bed for me to devour like the beast I am. The sick, crazy motherfucker that can’t let her go now.

She doesn’t say a word and that’s probably a damn good thing. Because if she did, I think I’d pull over and paddle her ass on the side of the road.

But a few minutes later, we pull into my drive and she still doesn’t say anything. I try not to let that pouty mouth get to me. She looks so damn young.

The red bra flashes in my head, hypnotizing me. That’s not a girl. That’s a woman. A woman that wants my attention.

And I fucking crave her.

I step out and walk around the front of the truck, prowling like a big cat. Her eyes never leave mine and I see her shiver in the seat. I like it.

I open the door and hold my hand out. “Let’s go, baby.”

She doesn’t fight me. Just puts her hand in mine and lets me pull her out of the truck. And then I tuck and throw her over my shoulder again.

“You shouldn’t have done that, baby girl.” I run my hand over the smooth apple of her ass and then swat it. Hard.

She gasps and jerks on my shoulder. But she doesn’t fight me. Doesn’t put her hand up to cover her ass.

I smack her again, harder. I haven’t even made it into my house and I’m fucking hard as hell in my driveway smacking her ass.

She drives me crazy. Making all my sensibilities reel and whirl away.

And I won’t be letting her go this time. I stomp up the steps. Then I open my door and pace across to my couch. I sit down and turn her over, loving her slumberous, lustful gaze. Her cheeks are flushed and her hair is tousled in big, thick curls tousled like she just crawled out of bed.

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