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waited for Reno to come back for months.
Between the nightmares and the fear, I had cried in my pillow missing him.
I had spent countless days imagining him roaring up the hill to the lake house on that damn bike of his. I had spent countless nights sitting out on the dock, looking up at the stars and wondering if he would ever come home or if he ever thought of me. I dreamed about what I would say to him, how he would look, what it would feel like to be in his arms again. I had spent months anticipating a reunion with Reno McCabe.
I had dreamed of it.
But in my dreams it was never like this.
My wildest imaginings didn’t even come close to include being propositioned by a naked stripper in his bed. Nor did they includeme clawing my way to a wild orgasm within easy earshot of that same stripper.
But maybe they should have.
How could something that had felt so right go so wrong? And so fast? Months of agony had turned into minutes of pleasure then back to agony again.
I was tired of dreaming and hoping that Reno and I would find our way.
Screw the wishbone.
“I think I’ll pass on the threesome, Reno. But you go right ahead. I am sure you will find a ton of willing women just waiting for the chance. Have. At. It,” I said, punctuating every word. “And if not, I’m guessing Miss Two Shows a Night is probably up to giving you a good enough time all on her own.”
I crossed my arms and glared.
So we’re back there again, Claire?
Reno’s amber eyes glittered angrily.
Apparently so, Reno.
My eyes narrowed back at him.
For a moment, I saw something that might have been frustration and disappointment cross his face, but it was gone just as quickly, and then it was replaced with something primal and undefined.
He took one longer, sweeping look at me. Then he took up the challenge.
Game on then, Claire
.
Reno glanced over his shoulder.
“You a stripper, darling?” he called to the mostly naked woman texting from his bed.
“Exotic dancer.” She looked up with a proud smile.
“See?” Reno leaned in again and smirked at me. “Not a stripper.”
Asshole.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize there was a difference.” I glared at him. Then I turned to go. “I’ll leave you to it, Reno. Knock yourself out.”
But he was not done.
“Not so fast, baby. You’re the one came bursting in on a closed door.” Reno hooked his finger under the band of the jeans that sat low on my hips and pulled me toward him. “Whose ink you sporting, Claire?”
CHAPTER 15
W hat?” I asked him, looking down at the fingers that he had trapped in my jeans.
“The ink, Claire. Whose mark were you so hot to have on your belly that you got it like a minute after I left?”
“What?” My dazed mind could not focus on what he was saying.
“
The ink,
” he pulled away from me and roared.
Evidently, he couldn’t see well enough to answer his own stupid question, because Reno moved me away from the darkness of the alcove and into the light of the hallway. Then, to further illustrate his very messed up point, he tugged my pants downward almost to the tops of my thighs.
So now, courtesy of Reno, I was pinned under a light in the clubhouse hallway, while he raved on and on and pointed to the tattoo that peeked out from the top of my very small panties.
Yep. Right there in the public passageway of the Hells Saints MC clubhouse.
Me and my pubic bone.
Really?
Really?
“Damn it, Reno.” I pushed at his thickly muscled shoulders with my palms.
Jules appeared from out of nowhere.
“Brother, you are solidly going to regret this in the morning.” Jules leaned in and around him. He grabbed me by the arm, andled me away from Reno and that bright light. I hitched up my pants and shot a look of thanks at Jules. Then I glared at his brother.
Reno’s bloodshot eyes met mine. He stood a little straighter and blocked our way.
“Stay out of this, Jules.” Reno turned and growled at him. “I got a right to know.”
“Yeah,
Between the nightmares and the fear, I had cried in my pillow missing him.
I had spent countless days imagining him roaring up the hill to the lake house on that damn bike of his. I had spent countless nights sitting out on the dock, looking up at the stars and wondering if he would ever come home or if he ever thought of me. I dreamed about what I would say to him, how he would look, what it would feel like to be in his arms again. I had spent months anticipating a reunion with Reno McCabe.
I had dreamed of it.
But in my dreams it was never like this.
My wildest imaginings didn’t even come close to include being propositioned by a naked stripper in his bed. Nor did they includeme clawing my way to a wild orgasm within easy earshot of that same stripper.
But maybe they should have.
How could something that had felt so right go so wrong? And so fast? Months of agony had turned into minutes of pleasure then back to agony again.
I was tired of dreaming and hoping that Reno and I would find our way.
Screw the wishbone.
“I think I’ll pass on the threesome, Reno. But you go right ahead. I am sure you will find a ton of willing women just waiting for the chance. Have. At. It,” I said, punctuating every word. “And if not, I’m guessing Miss Two Shows a Night is probably up to giving you a good enough time all on her own.”
I crossed my arms and glared.
So we’re back there again, Claire?
Reno’s amber eyes glittered angrily.
Apparently so, Reno.
My eyes narrowed back at him.
For a moment, I saw something that might have been frustration and disappointment cross his face, but it was gone just as quickly, and then it was replaced with something primal and undefined.
He took one longer, sweeping look at me. Then he took up the challenge.
Game on then, Claire
.
Reno glanced over his shoulder.
“You a stripper, darling?” he called to the mostly naked woman texting from his bed.
“Exotic dancer.” She looked up with a proud smile.
“See?” Reno leaned in again and smirked at me. “Not a stripper.”
Asshole.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize there was a difference.” I glared at him. Then I turned to go. “I’ll leave you to it, Reno. Knock yourself out.”
But he was not done.
“Not so fast, baby. You’re the one came bursting in on a closed door.” Reno hooked his finger under the band of the jeans that sat low on my hips and pulled me toward him. “Whose ink you sporting, Claire?”
CHAPTER 15
W hat?” I asked him, looking down at the fingers that he had trapped in my jeans.
“The ink, Claire. Whose mark were you so hot to have on your belly that you got it like a minute after I left?”
“What?” My dazed mind could not focus on what he was saying.
“
The ink,
” he pulled away from me and roared.
Evidently, he couldn’t see well enough to answer his own stupid question, because Reno moved me away from the darkness of the alcove and into the light of the hallway. Then, to further illustrate his very messed up point, he tugged my pants downward almost to the tops of my thighs.
So now, courtesy of Reno, I was pinned under a light in the clubhouse hallway, while he raved on and on and pointed to the tattoo that peeked out from the top of my very small panties.
Yep. Right there in the public passageway of the Hells Saints MC clubhouse.
Me and my pubic bone.
Really?
Really?
“Damn it, Reno.” I pushed at his thickly muscled shoulders with my palms.
Jules appeared from out of nowhere.
“Brother, you are solidly going to regret this in the morning.” Jules leaned in and around him. He grabbed me by the arm, andled me away from Reno and that bright light. I hitched up my pants and shot a look of thanks at Jules. Then I glared at his brother.
Reno’s bloodshot eyes met mine. He stood a little straighter and blocked our way.
“Stay out of this, Jules.” Reno turned and growled at him. “I got a right to know.”
“Yeah,
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