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Fuck, I had to forego my bra tonight of all nights?
Her sweatshirt was hardly a barrier as her heavy breasts pushed up against his leather cut.
The scent of gasoline, oil, and leather hit her full force. It wasn’t bad, just overwhelming. Combined with his sweat, it was masculine, and heady.
Her hands slid around his waist, gripping hard, rigid muscles beneath her fingertips. The man was in prime shape, no doubt. Despite her brain’s directive to stay unaffected, her body wanted to get closer.
That’s fucking ridiculous.
She loosened her hold and leaned back, the separation much needed.
Until Dante kicked the stand and took off, roaring out of town like the hounds of hell had been unleashed on him.
Sage had never grabbed on to someone so quickly or so tightly in her entire life.
4
DANTE
Between the Midnight Carnage crew visit, the bloody hand, and now this woman on his bike, Dante’s concentration was fucked.
He needed to get back home as fast as possible.
He needed a drink, a hit, and a hot, willing bitch.
Oblivion, that’s what he needed. Good times, loud music, strong liquor. Anything to make him forget turf wars, dead bodies, and mysterious women.
Easier said than done when said woman was wrapped around his body like a snake. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had ridden with him.
On him, sure, plenty of times.
But on his bike? Nah. That didn’t happen. You let a bitch on your bike, and she got ideas about ownership.
Dante would never belong to anyone but himself.
Still, Sage was a client, a customer, and his neighbor. Yeah, that’s it, he was just being neighborly. And maybe he was flirting too, even though she ignored him on that end.
Smart woman.
Sage was a natural beauty, with long, straight brown hair and wide hazel eyes that seemed to notice everything. Unlike the women he fucked, Sage didn’t wear makeup, or jewelry, or have her nails done up. Hell, she didn’t even wear a bra.
No complaints about the last one. Her nipples were drilling a hole through his back.
Still, Dante knew not to fuck where you eat. And having sex with a neighbor would be plain stupid. Dante wasn’t so hard up that he’d be willing to cross that line.
Even though Sage intrigued him. Madehimwant to ask questions for a change.
For all her independence as a farmer and a woman, there was something about Sage that made him think she needed protection. It was probably just his natural inclination, his inner caveman.
And something about her called to him. Physically, Sage had insane curves in all the right places, just how Dante liked.
If she didn’t live across the road…
But she did.
Ignoring his aching dick, he drove faster, taking the turns at a dangerous speed that had his adrenaline racing and his nerves biting the dust. Sage’s hold grew tighter, the heat of her thighs burned through his denim, and her long hair whipped around them like a tornado of autumn leaves.
Dante exited Main Street and drove along the winding road that led to the Hellraisers’ compound. With nothing but his headlight illuminating the drive, all you could see was tall rows of grass and crops on either side of the empty road.
