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“Wait,” he called, but I just kept doing my little backward getaway. “Don’t I at least get to know your name?”
“I can’t imagine why you would need to know that,” I said, shaking my head at him.
“Let me at least drive you back to a better area.”
“Aw. You don’t think I can take care of myself. That’s kind of cute. Misogynistic, but cute. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about me. I can take care of myself.”
And at that point, I was far enough away that I didn’t hear what he said next. If he said anything at all.
I turned, walking right back into the bad area of town, feeling refreshed and recharged.
Was it like me to have a completely random hookup with a guy I never met?
I mean… no. Not really.
But I also wasn’t going to put myself down about it.
It was what I wanted.
I wasn’t going to be ashamed of a little pleasure.
Besides, I was never going to see the guy again.
So what did it matter?
CHAPTER THREE
Cato
What the fuck just happened?
One minute, we were in a high-speed chase. The next, we were fucking up against an abandoned building.
And, God, it was really fuckinggood.
Exciting because of the adrenaline and the forbidden nature of it, sure, but it felt like more than that.
There was just something about this woman. About her vibe, about the shit she said.
Even shit like how she’d saidI need to fuck youinstead of the expectedI need you to fuck me.
It was a very pointed difference, one that said she was fully in control of the situation. Which, of course, she was. The women always are, at the root of it. But that distinction made the whole thing feel different.
I didn’t even get her fucking name.
I mean, I’m no prude. I have and always had gotten around. There was nothing wrong with two consensual people enjoying casual sex. That said, I at least learned a woman’s name before I stuck my cock inside of her. Granted, no, I probably didn’t remember most of those names. It seemed important, though, that I knew them at the moment.
It wasn’t my dismissiveness that resulted in me not knowing her name, either. It was her choice.
Fucking wild, that was what the whole situation was.
I stood there, legs still fucking shaky from her Grade-A pussy, watching her walk away until she disappeared into the darkness.
I had no doubt that she could take care of herself, even in this area, but I felt guilty as I got back on my bike. I even drove around a bit, looking for her. Not in a creepy way. Just to offer her a ride again.
Wherever she’d gone to, though, she was nowhere in sight.
Not able to shake the sting of disappointment, I turned my bike back in the direction of the alley I’d abandoned Levee in, but he was long gone too.
