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race. I had dueling voices messing with me. Before I could reason
with myself, I walked to the door and slowly unlocked it.
Just in case Trent wanted to
come in.
By the time I got into the shower,
I was fully turned on. To the point where my nipples were hard and sensitive.
Each time the hot water hit my chest, I would wiggle a little, trying to calm
myself. My thighs ached a little and I wasn ’ t
wet just because of the shower water. There was something else there, waiting
for Trent.
What is wrong with you? He ’ s a killer. He ’ s called the
monster.
I couldn ’ t help myself.
He had saved me and protected me.
Hell, even tied to a chair with my life in the balance, Trent had done more for
me than Daxton ever did. And before Daxton, my last boyfriend … let ’ s not go there.
I stepped into the water even more
and let it rush against my face. My hands touched my sides and ran down my body.
All I could feel were flaws.
All I wanted to feel was Trent ’ s hands on me.
eleven.
(trent)
The second the water turned on, my
cock thickened. I had my beer in my hand and stood at the end of the hallway,
staring at the door. I didn ’ t
need to look down to see the bulge slithering down my leg, I could fucking feel
it.
This woman was driving me mad
already. There weren ’ t
many that did that kind of shit to me and for Harlee, there was no good reason.
I hated to admit I actually felt bad for her because that meant I actually felt
something. My job was to be the muscle of the MC. The brains were for the
President, the VP, and a guy like Cade. I was supposed to break noses, necks,
and if you had a slit between your legs, I ’ d
break your goddamn heart.
Something inside me said Harlee
needed to be alive.
Fine. Stay alive for another
night and day.
I finished off the beer and walked
to the kitchen for another one. I looked out the window and saw two prospects
sitting behind my motorcycle. They were on an all night protection run for me.
There were probably two more circling the neighborhood, engines revving, making
sure their thunder was heard. Like the warning roar of a lion, needing to keep
enemies away.
I twisted the top off a fresh beer
and went to the bedroom. There was obviously only one bed there. And there were
two people. Man. Woman. The equation fucking solves itself, right? It usually
solved it in my situation. You came into my bed and you were getting fucked six
ways from Sunday. If I was tired, you could sleep until morning. Most of the
time, you were tossed on your ass to find a ride home.
I couldn ’ t do any of that with Harlee though.
I took off my leather cut and
tossed it to my dresser. I kicked off my black boots and let out a breath of relief.
One thing I learned running in this life was that you had to find ways to
chill. For a minute. An hour. A few hours. That ’ s
why we loved whiskey and pussy. They were easy drugs and worth the addiction.
As I stood there, thinking, I heard
a knock.
The bedroom door was open though.
Glancing over my shoulder, I
watched the bathroom door slowly open. I saw half of Harlee ’ s face, her dark eyes and
wet hair.
My cock pulsed even more.
“ Trent? ”
“ Yeah,
darling? ” I said.
“ There ’ s no towel in here. ”
I saw her cheeks flush a little.
I saw curved outline of her
shoulder.
“ Open
that door and walk right out and get one, ” I said with a grin.
She shut the door.
The truth was that if I wanted to
see her naked that bad, nothing could stop me. Hell, the monster wouldn ’ t have stopped no matter
what.
I went to the hallway closet and
grabbed a fresh towel. It was pathetic to think but as I stared at the towel I
realized it was going to feel every inch of Harlee ’ s wet body. Long before my tongue would get
its chance.
I grabbed the doorknob and turned
it. I opened the door just a sliver. “ I
have a towel for you, darling. ”
She appeared again and opened the
door just enough to slide the
with myself, I walked to the door and slowly unlocked it.
Just in case Trent wanted to
come in.
By the time I got into the shower,
I was fully turned on. To the point where my nipples were hard and sensitive.
Each time the hot water hit my chest, I would wiggle a little, trying to calm
myself. My thighs ached a little and I wasn ’ t
wet just because of the shower water. There was something else there, waiting
for Trent.
What is wrong with you? He ’ s a killer. He ’ s called the
monster.
I couldn ’ t help myself.
He had saved me and protected me.
Hell, even tied to a chair with my life in the balance, Trent had done more for
me than Daxton ever did. And before Daxton, my last boyfriend … let ’ s not go there.
I stepped into the water even more
and let it rush against my face. My hands touched my sides and ran down my body.
All I could feel were flaws.
All I wanted to feel was Trent ’ s hands on me.
eleven.
(trent)
The second the water turned on, my
cock thickened. I had my beer in my hand and stood at the end of the hallway,
staring at the door. I didn ’ t
need to look down to see the bulge slithering down my leg, I could fucking feel
it.
This woman was driving me mad
already. There weren ’ t
many that did that kind of shit to me and for Harlee, there was no good reason.
I hated to admit I actually felt bad for her because that meant I actually felt
something. My job was to be the muscle of the MC. The brains were for the
President, the VP, and a guy like Cade. I was supposed to break noses, necks,
and if you had a slit between your legs, I ’ d
break your goddamn heart.
Something inside me said Harlee
needed to be alive.
Fine. Stay alive for another
night and day.
I finished off the beer and walked
to the kitchen for another one. I looked out the window and saw two prospects
sitting behind my motorcycle. They were on an all night protection run for me.
There were probably two more circling the neighborhood, engines revving, making
sure their thunder was heard. Like the warning roar of a lion, needing to keep
enemies away.
I twisted the top off a fresh beer
and went to the bedroom. There was obviously only one bed there. And there were
two people. Man. Woman. The equation fucking solves itself, right? It usually
solved it in my situation. You came into my bed and you were getting fucked six
ways from Sunday. If I was tired, you could sleep until morning. Most of the
time, you were tossed on your ass to find a ride home.
I couldn ’ t do any of that with Harlee though.
I took off my leather cut and
tossed it to my dresser. I kicked off my black boots and let out a breath of relief.
One thing I learned running in this life was that you had to find ways to
chill. For a minute. An hour. A few hours. That ’ s
why we loved whiskey and pussy. They were easy drugs and worth the addiction.
As I stood there, thinking, I heard
a knock.
The bedroom door was open though.
Glancing over my shoulder, I
watched the bathroom door slowly open. I saw half of Harlee ’ s face, her dark eyes and
wet hair.
My cock pulsed even more.
“ Trent? ”
“ Yeah,
darling? ” I said.
“ There ’ s no towel in here. ”
I saw her cheeks flush a little.
I saw curved outline of her
shoulder.
“ Open
that door and walk right out and get one, ” I said with a grin.
She shut the door.
The truth was that if I wanted to
see her naked that bad, nothing could stop me. Hell, the monster wouldn ’ t have stopped no matter
what.
I went to the hallway closet and
grabbed a fresh towel. It was pathetic to think but as I stared at the towel I
realized it was going to feel every inch of Harlee ’ s wet body. Long before my tongue would get
its chance.
I grabbed the doorknob and turned
it. I opened the door just a sliver. “ I
have a towel for you, darling. ”
She appeared again and opened the
door just enough to slide the
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