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back at him with glittering eyes. “What about innocent people who have no desire to clean your filthy messes?”
Luc watched her curiously, as did Lobo. The animal was a bit more forward about it, though. He scooted close to her, nudging her neck with his nose before yipping demandingly in her ear. Mason cried out plaintively within the crude sack that had fallen to her side.
She closed her eyes tightly before moving slowly to pull herself to her feet.
“Next time, I steal the fucking truck,” she muttered.
Luc grinned as he rose as well, staring down at her.
“You have to steal the keys first. Want to know where they are?” He stuck his hand in his jeans pocket and rattled the keys teasingly.
“Figures. Likely where your damned brains are too,” she snarled, heading back to the house. “Just my luck. All looks, nothing upstairs. Let’s hope for the sake of your past lovers that at least you know what to do with the equipment a little lower, because my personal opinion is, that’s all you have going for you.”
Luc stilled his laughter. She was amusing. Had there been anything rather than irritation behind her tone, then he would have likely been just a little offended. But her tone was teasing, a bit abstract. She was plotting another way to escape while she hoped to piss him off enough that he wouldn’t realize it.
“I’ve had no complaints,” he assured her as he walked carefully behind her. “Perhaps you should test it for yourself.”
A less than ladylike snort left her lips. “No thanks. As difficult as I’m sure you think the decision is, I’ll have to decline your lovely offer.”
“For now,” he grinned. But not for long, he promised himself.
She came to a stop, turning to him, and he was surprised by the icy look she gave him, the pride and haughty disdain that filled her expression.
“Save your lust for someone who cares, Mr. Jardin. I don’t. And I sure as hell don’t want my sister’s used seconds. Please be so kind as to keep that in mind.”
Chapter Nine
Her sister’s used seconds? She was good, he had to give her that. Damned good. Hell, he wanted to believe her and he knew better.
Nearly an hour later Luc was still fuming at the accusation as he dragged her into the house and up to his bedroom. She had fought him damned near every step until he had threatened to throw her over his shoulder instead. Her furious silence the rest of the way only edged his anger higher.
Fine. Maybe she hadn’t really known what her friends were up to the day they had nearly killed him and Jack. She looked innocent enough. There were none of the signs of drug use on her and she was a hell of a lot more spirited than he had ever expected. She could make him feel like slime with one look out of those wounded, shadow-filled green eyes, and he wanted to cringe each time she turned them on him in accusation. And she was always so ladylike. She even moved like a lady. Smooth and supple, teasing and tempting him in ways he wouldn’t have imagined she could.
She was fucking classy, was what she was. Moving with grace and a regal bearing that had him watching her even when he didn’t want to. But she didn’t have to lie about who she was. All she had to try was the truth. Stupidity was forgivable, lying wasn’t. He hated liars. And she didn’t have to call him used seconds when he hadn’t even had a chance to fuck her. Yet.
That could change quickly, though, he thought as he headed for his bedroom. He was on fire for her. Less than a week in her presence and his cock was like hot iron in his pants, so ready to fuck he could feel the seeping of the pre-come from its slitted eye.
“This isn’t my room,” she finally yelled furiously as he pushed her into his room and slammed the door closed behind him.
Tension, thick and hot, filled the air. His body was hard and primed and she was soft, and he knew she would be so damned sweet to taste that it would send him over the edge of his
Luc watched her curiously, as did Lobo. The animal was a bit more forward about it, though. He scooted close to her, nudging her neck with his nose before yipping demandingly in her ear. Mason cried out plaintively within the crude sack that had fallen to her side.
She closed her eyes tightly before moving slowly to pull herself to her feet.
“Next time, I steal the fucking truck,” she muttered.
Luc grinned as he rose as well, staring down at her.
“You have to steal the keys first. Want to know where they are?” He stuck his hand in his jeans pocket and rattled the keys teasingly.
“Figures. Likely where your damned brains are too,” she snarled, heading back to the house. “Just my luck. All looks, nothing upstairs. Let’s hope for the sake of your past lovers that at least you know what to do with the equipment a little lower, because my personal opinion is, that’s all you have going for you.”
Luc stilled his laughter. She was amusing. Had there been anything rather than irritation behind her tone, then he would have likely been just a little offended. But her tone was teasing, a bit abstract. She was plotting another way to escape while she hoped to piss him off enough that he wouldn’t realize it.
“I’ve had no complaints,” he assured her as he walked carefully behind her. “Perhaps you should test it for yourself.”
A less than ladylike snort left her lips. “No thanks. As difficult as I’m sure you think the decision is, I’ll have to decline your lovely offer.”
“For now,” he grinned. But not for long, he promised himself.
She came to a stop, turning to him, and he was surprised by the icy look she gave him, the pride and haughty disdain that filled her expression.
“Save your lust for someone who cares, Mr. Jardin. I don’t. And I sure as hell don’t want my sister’s used seconds. Please be so kind as to keep that in mind.”
Chapter Nine
Her sister’s used seconds? She was good, he had to give her that. Damned good. Hell, he wanted to believe her and he knew better.
Nearly an hour later Luc was still fuming at the accusation as he dragged her into the house and up to his bedroom. She had fought him damned near every step until he had threatened to throw her over his shoulder instead. Her furious silence the rest of the way only edged his anger higher.
Fine. Maybe she hadn’t really known what her friends were up to the day they had nearly killed him and Jack. She looked innocent enough. There were none of the signs of drug use on her and she was a hell of a lot more spirited than he had ever expected. She could make him feel like slime with one look out of those wounded, shadow-filled green eyes, and he wanted to cringe each time she turned them on him in accusation. And she was always so ladylike. She even moved like a lady. Smooth and supple, teasing and tempting him in ways he wouldn’t have imagined she could.
She was fucking classy, was what she was. Moving with grace and a regal bearing that had him watching her even when he didn’t want to. But she didn’t have to lie about who she was. All she had to try was the truth. Stupidity was forgivable, lying wasn’t. He hated liars. And she didn’t have to call him used seconds when he hadn’t even had a chance to fuck her. Yet.
That could change quickly, though, he thought as he headed for his bedroom. He was on fire for her. Less than a week in her presence and his cock was like hot iron in his pants, so ready to fuck he could feel the seeping of the pre-come from its slitted eye.
“This isn’t my room,” she finally yelled furiously as he pushed her into his room and slammed the door closed behind him.
Tension, thick and hot, filled the air. His body was hard and primed and she was soft, and he knew she would be so damned sweet to taste that it would send him over the edge of his
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