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“Oh, it’s never gonna be roadworthy again,” I tell him. “See you boys later. Got shit to do.”

“Say hi to Luna,” Rock calls after me.

I flip him the bird, head to my bike, and roar the engine to life.

I’m gonna do more than say fuckin’ hi to her.

She’s wearing a goddamn short skirt.

I shake my head as I stand behind a customer trying to pay.

Luna is distracted by me, and while my aching cock appreciates it, I certainly don’t like to be kept waiting.

“This gonna take much longer?” I bark.

The man in front turns to look at me, his lips parting to give me a mouthful, then takes in my appearance and quickly shuts it.

That happens a lot. Men don’t pick on me.

That would be a bad fuckin’ move.

“I, uh…” he starts as I sigh loudly.

“Luna? Your fingers fuckin’ broken?”

She narrows her eyes at me as I go to the door and turn the sign around. If she doesn’t hurry up, I’ll fuckin’ throw him out by his goddamn coattails.

“Shut up, Tag,” she says.

The man fidgets uncomfortably and says, “I can come back, if it’s an issue…”

“It’s not an issue,” Luna says, trying to remain calm. “Sometimes the machine takes a second to download.” She shoots me another glare. “Other people just have to learn to be patient.”

He lowers his voice. “Not sure you should be provoking him.”

She smirks. “He’s my stepbrother.”

I practically hear him shitting his pants as the card finally goes through and he swiftly leaves without even taking his receipt. I kindly slam the door behind him and turn the lock.

I then go to the other door that leads to the workshop and lock that too.

“Tag? What the hell are you doing here?” Luna says, her cheeks flushed.

The sight of her only stirs up memories from the last night and the way she sucked my cock in that smart mouth of hers before I fucked her like an animal.

I know I’m fucked, I admit that. But she was warned.

“We need to talk about your outfit.”

She glances down at herself. When her eyes meet mine, there’s a tightness to her expression. Like she wants to laugh, but she won’t let herself. This ain’t no laughing matter.

And in any case, she sent me a text showing me her skirt and bare thighs… I shake my head. The idea of another man touching her almost sends me into a spin.

“What did I tell you about wearin’ shit where other men will be able to see your pussy?”

She frowns. “They can’t see it!”

I give her a look. “Show me.”

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