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thrill.
    I already wanted to fuck her again.
    She leaned forward in the back of her seat, a sense of concentration on her face. She was thinking about something, turning over every aspect of it in her head. What could she possibly have to worry about? She was perfect.
    I glanced at the piece of skin between her jeans and shirt that was now exposed and told my cock to calm the fuck down. Nothing was going to get accomplished by having a hard on the entire drive home.
    I looked behind us to make sure that the van that was carrying Krusher was still behind us. He had refused to give up his father’s location, so we’d taken him as a close second. His father was sure to want him back and if not then maybe The Misfits would settle for Stone’s son.
    Shutter drove the van we were in happily. He was proud to have a real task, one that involved getting his leader home safe. An SUV zoomed by us and practically lunged into our lane of oncoming traffic, it swerved at the last second, coming inches from hitting us.
    I laughed to myself, Blaze and Heather. He had insisted on getting her home safe. A task that I was sure he was starting to regret. He’d get her home safe all right; if she didn’t get him killed first.
    Ace slept on the seat in front of us, leaving Grace and me alone in the back under a blanket. We’d been cuddling the entire ride home, something I was sure Blaze would give me shit about if he could see. I’d never cuddled with a female like that in my life, but it wasn’t just any female, it was Grace. My Grace and somehow things that always seemed stupid seemed less stupid with Grace.
    Grace poked Ace in the shoulder. “Ace?”
    He didn’t move.
    “Ace?” She asked again, pushing him a little harder.
    Still nothing.
    “Cutter?” She stuck her bottom lip out, begging for my help.
    I reached forward and smacked Ace across the top of the head.
    He jolted forward, startled. “What? What? What’s wrong?”
    “Wake up!” I told him.
    “Cutter!” Grace said, shocked. “Not what I meant!”
    I shrugged. “Hey, you asked for my help.”
    “What’s going on?” Ace asked, turning around and looking at us with half open eyes. “What’s wrong?” He glanced around the van frantically like we were under attack or something.
    I looked at Grace. How the hell should I know what she wanted?
    Grace smiled sweetly at him. “So, I have a question.”
    Ace shot me a pissed off look then turned around and repositioned his pillow against the seat. “Oh.” He fluffed up his pillow hard, making a big show out of making a ton of noise. “Yes, Grace? What can I help you with?”
    ‘I was wondering what you thought of my sister?” She asked him, leaning forward again and choosing to ignore his sarcastic and condescending tone.
    He looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”
    “I mean what do you think of her? Do you think she’s pretty?”
    Ace groaned and put his head back down. “How the hell should I know? I’ve never seen her.” He closed his eyes, the conversation being over as far as he was concerned.
    “Yes, you did!” Grace gasped. “Just the other day! At my house!”
    “I don’t remember any other girl being there except Heather,” Ace mumbled to her, not bothering to open his eyes. A second later we could hear the deep inhale of his breath in and out. He was already snoring loudly again ; like the whole thing had been a dream.
    Grace narrowed her eyes and leaned back into me. “Do you believe him?” She asked me, nuzzling her head into my chest. “I’ll have you know my sister is super hot.”
    I put my arm around her tight, pulling her even closer to me. “Hey, if she looks anything like you then you don’t need to tell me twice.” I kissed her on the top of the head.
    Her sister probably had a thing for Ace or something. Poor kid, she had no idea how little of a chance she stood. Ace had high standards; if you didn’t look like a model he wanted nothing to do with you. And even if you did