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fingers.
I yell, rage and horror mixed.
“Fuck!” Wring jumps off the bike, hitting his stride and hopping the step up from the road to sidewalk in two steps. “Shut the fuck up, Noose!” He slaps my shoulder, and my lips clamp shut.
My fists ready, I step into his chest.
Wring's pale-blue eyes narrow. “Save this for Diablo.”
“He made her want to fuck him through tricks.”
Wring slams his palms into my chest, and I stagger backward.
Wrong move.
I jump him. We tumble off the sidewalk, and I chop him a good one in the jaw as we land.
“Fucker!” Wring mutters and drives a fist into my gut.
The wind sings out of me. God damn.
Wring sinks fingers into my T-shirt, jerking me nose-to-nose with him. “You dumb fucker, Rose didn't want to fuck him. She had no choice. ” Wring shakes me until my teeth rattle. “He was torturing her more by forcing her body to accept it!” he seethes, dropping my ass.
Air whoops through me.
My palms slap the grass. I hike my ass to standing.
Wring's chest heaves, and a red mark rides his jaw. “Think about it, Noose.” He shakes his head. “Forget thinking. You've apparently forgotten how.”
I glower.
“Rose would never want to have sex with the man responsible for killing her sister, right? And they were holding her down. What girl could last, with a guy who knows how to pleasure a woman continuously working her pussy?”
My chin dips. Fuck.
His voice is soft. “That's right. Nobody. Eventually, fight and flight leaves; adrenaline dies out. If they weren't hurting her, her body would eventually just do what it wanted without her permission. Think, Noose.”
I don't want to think about another man turning Rose on—a man who doesn't want her pleasure at all. He just wants to fuck her over. Literally.
“How did you respond to all this? After we got her out of there.”
I meet his eyes. “I fucked up.”
Wring chuckles. “If this is any indicator…”
I glare at him again. “I made sure she was okay in the doc's.” I shrug.
“How okay?” Wring asks, eyes hooded. Cocksucker knows me.
“Got her off. Couldn't help it. Saw her with Diablo, and I had to—”
“Just had to mark your territory, eh?”
“I'm not peeing on her, Wring.” I sound sullen.
“I bet she feels like you were.”
Hadn't thought about it that way. Thought I was showing restraint when I really wanted to go balls deep. Make her mine. Solidify shit. Fuck. I screwed things six ways to Sunday. Then I let Crystal suck me off. Like I needed that complication.
I fold my arms. “Okay, I royally fucked up.”
Wring nods, and I just keep the scowl going.
“Come clean with her, Noose. Give her the day. Then say—Monday, get your dumb ass over to the bank. Ask her out for lunch.”
“A date?”
Wring's smirk is deadly. “Yeah, dumbass. Show her you're not all caveman, if possible. Convince her that she's more than tail. If that's how you feel.”
My chin comes up, and I clench my jaw. “I threw down for her, didn't I?”
“We wouldn't be having this happy little convo if I thought she was just pussy.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, savagely tightening my hair tie. He's right.
“If the hearing is Tuesday, and Diablo has to be there, what's wrong with you showing up for Rose? Think about it. If your blood had been beaten to death by Diablo, wouldn't you want someone like yourself at your back?”
I grind my teeth. “Yeah. I had planned to be there.”
“She's got to want you there, Noose. Not so sure she does, given our MC status.”
“Crystal talked to her, told her we had a thing.”
Surprise washes over Wring's features. “News to me.”
I scrub my face with a rough palm. “ʼCuz we're not.”
“Crystal wants to be somebody's property, Noose. Can't blame a girl for trying.”
I shrug. “Yeah, she's got a mouth like a vacuum. She gets me off, but I'm not interested in anything permanent.”
“That's what the sweet butts are for. But Crystal didn't get the memo,
I yell, rage and horror mixed.
“Fuck!” Wring jumps off the bike, hitting his stride and hopping the step up from the road to sidewalk in two steps. “Shut the fuck up, Noose!” He slaps my shoulder, and my lips clamp shut.
My fists ready, I step into his chest.
Wring's pale-blue eyes narrow. “Save this for Diablo.”
“He made her want to fuck him through tricks.”
Wring slams his palms into my chest, and I stagger backward.
Wrong move.
I jump him. We tumble off the sidewalk, and I chop him a good one in the jaw as we land.
“Fucker!” Wring mutters and drives a fist into my gut.
The wind sings out of me. God damn.
Wring sinks fingers into my T-shirt, jerking me nose-to-nose with him. “You dumb fucker, Rose didn't want to fuck him. She had no choice. ” Wring shakes me until my teeth rattle. “He was torturing her more by forcing her body to accept it!” he seethes, dropping my ass.
Air whoops through me.
My palms slap the grass. I hike my ass to standing.
Wring's chest heaves, and a red mark rides his jaw. “Think about it, Noose.” He shakes his head. “Forget thinking. You've apparently forgotten how.”
I glower.
“Rose would never want to have sex with the man responsible for killing her sister, right? And they were holding her down. What girl could last, with a guy who knows how to pleasure a woman continuously working her pussy?”
My chin dips. Fuck.
His voice is soft. “That's right. Nobody. Eventually, fight and flight leaves; adrenaline dies out. If they weren't hurting her, her body would eventually just do what it wanted without her permission. Think, Noose.”
I don't want to think about another man turning Rose on—a man who doesn't want her pleasure at all. He just wants to fuck her over. Literally.
“How did you respond to all this? After we got her out of there.”
I meet his eyes. “I fucked up.”
Wring chuckles. “If this is any indicator…”
I glare at him again. “I made sure she was okay in the doc's.” I shrug.
“How okay?” Wring asks, eyes hooded. Cocksucker knows me.
“Got her off. Couldn't help it. Saw her with Diablo, and I had to—”
“Just had to mark your territory, eh?”
“I'm not peeing on her, Wring.” I sound sullen.
“I bet she feels like you were.”
Hadn't thought about it that way. Thought I was showing restraint when I really wanted to go balls deep. Make her mine. Solidify shit. Fuck. I screwed things six ways to Sunday. Then I let Crystal suck me off. Like I needed that complication.
I fold my arms. “Okay, I royally fucked up.”
Wring nods, and I just keep the scowl going.
“Come clean with her, Noose. Give her the day. Then say—Monday, get your dumb ass over to the bank. Ask her out for lunch.”
“A date?”
Wring's smirk is deadly. “Yeah, dumbass. Show her you're not all caveman, if possible. Convince her that she's more than tail. If that's how you feel.”
My chin comes up, and I clench my jaw. “I threw down for her, didn't I?”
“We wouldn't be having this happy little convo if I thought she was just pussy.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, savagely tightening my hair tie. He's right.
“If the hearing is Tuesday, and Diablo has to be there, what's wrong with you showing up for Rose? Think about it. If your blood had been beaten to death by Diablo, wouldn't you want someone like yourself at your back?”
I grind my teeth. “Yeah. I had planned to be there.”
“She's got to want you there, Noose. Not so sure she does, given our MC status.”
“Crystal talked to her, told her we had a thing.”
Surprise washes over Wring's features. “News to me.”
I scrub my face with a rough palm. “ʼCuz we're not.”
“Crystal wants to be somebody's property, Noose. Can't blame a girl for trying.”
I shrug. “Yeah, she's got a mouth like a vacuum. She gets me off, but I'm not interested in anything permanent.”
“That's what the sweet butts are for. But Crystal didn't get the memo,
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