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All it took was one tight hug from Lock, a man she barely knew, to bring her long-neglected needs to the surface.
God, he felt so good. So warm, strong, solid, and, dare she think it, safe. They’d formed an unspoken bond in the past day and were now a team of some sort.
Her eyes drifted closed, and she let the bold and masculine scent overwhelm her senses. If a hug felt this incredible, what would it feel like if he leaned in a little more and pressed his lips to her cheek? Or her jaw?
Her neck?
Her lips?
She nearly groaned aloud as her body began to spark to life, growing heavy between her legs. Her nipples tingled. God, how she wanted to rub all over him for relief.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s figure this shit out so we can get this fucker out of our lives.”
The words hit like a bucket of icy water. Right. There she was, clinging to him in the clubhouse like a needy puppy. They weren’t there for a hug fest. They had plans to make.
Again.
Would she ever not make herself look like a fool in front of Lock?
“Hell yes!” Spec shouted with near glee as he read the messages from her phone. “Knew this motherfucker wouldn’t stay away for long.” He glanced up, eyes glittering with evil delight. “Looks like you’re about to get your life back, Brenna.”
She should have felt elation, and she did, to an extent. Oliver would get what he deserved and hopefully never be stupid enough to borrow from loan sharks again—loan sharks she was currently cohabitating with—or set up a woman to be harmed, and that thrilled her. What she hadn’t expected was the nagging feeling of disappointment. Soon, this would all vanish, and she’d return to her everyday, staid, lonely life. And as much as she’d wished for this very scenario just a few days ago, she’d quickly come to enjoy the women’s company.
Lock’s too.
To a startling degree, which meant it was the perfect time to end this nonsense and return to reality.
“Okay,” she said, taking a healthy step away from Lock. He frowned, but she forced herself to ignore the look that had her wanting to press her body right back against him. “What do we do?” She faced Spec. “Should I answer him?”
The club’s enforcer scratched what appeared to be a few days of beard growth. His expression darkened as he no doubt mulled over even darker thoughts. Funny how only a few days ago he’d terrified her, and now she found comfort in the fierce expression.
A glance at Lock revealed an even more murderous expression. Holy shit, if looks could kill, Oliver would drop dead wherever he stood at that moment.
Again, instead of fearing the violence promised by Lock’s appearance, she felt safe and protected. The temperature in the room rose, and she resisted the urge to fan herself as sweat broke out across her forehead.
Why couldn’t she get her body under control? This was the worst time to get hot and bothered over the man.
Her strong desire to grind against him felt like her body’s way of mocking her. She could make all the plans she wanted and keep all the decisions rational, but she’d still be turned on by Lock’s nearness alone. What the hell had happened to her over the past few days? She barely recognized the horny woman drooling over a man the opposite of anyone she’d ever been attracted to in the past.
“Let’s keep it simple,” Spec said, making her jump.
“You okay?” Lock whispered, placing a hand on her lower back. Pleasant tingles immediately spread straight up her spine.
“Fine,” she rasped.
Just imagining you throwing me down and ravishing me right here. No big deal.
“Tell Ollie-boy to fuck off. Act fucking furious with him.”
What? Oh, right, Oliver. Get your head in the game, girl.
With a snort, she shook her head. “It won’t be an act. I am fucking furious with him.”
Spec gave her a half smile. “Fair enough. Make him think he’s a genius. We’re keeping you until he pays up, and you’re pissed as hell about it.”
Lock cursed, and his hand flexed on her back. Two inches down, and it’d be on her ass. Would he squeeze it? Knead the muscles and smirk as she reveled in his touch.
Mind out of the gutter, you fool.
