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eyes. A little smile flitted across my lips and I saw his expression soften. “I want you,” I said, “to fu—”
    Bottle grabbed me by the arm and leaned in quickly, his body coming between me and the sheriff. “She’s had a lot to drink, Sheriff.”
    “Maybe she needs to spend the night in the drunk tank then,” said the lawman, frowning.
    “She won’t be any more bother, I can assure you. Is there anything else we can do for you today?”
    I wanted to protest that I hadn’t been drinking. Not since I’d woken up again anyway. But Bottle was probably right, I shouldn’t be antagonizing the sheriff. And spending the night in the drunk tank sounded even less appealing than the booth I was in, or wherever else I might end up.
    A moment later Bottle was leading me roughly away from the booth. He had a vice like grip around my arm as he led me across the floor of the clubhouse toward a door. I was going with him whether I liked it or not.
    I liked it.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
    K aren
    Bottle pushed open a door and led me out of the main room of the clubhouse to a hallway with a few other doors leading off of it. When the door swung shut behind us the din of music faded.
    “Why’d you interrupt us?” I asked him.
    “Why the fuck do you think? Shit. I’ve got enough crap to deal with as it is without you getting arrested.”
    Fiery. I like it. “I’m a big girl, Bottle. I can handle getting arrested again.”
    He raised his eyebrows when I said again . “I’m sure you can. But in case you forgot I’m down a man and you’re helping me find him.”
    Oh yeah. Red. A wave of guilt rushed over me. I bit my lip as I looked up at the angry biker in front me.
    “Sorry,” I mumbled.
    “Fuck. Don’t be sorry. Just...”
    “Just?”
    “Just don’t antagonize that asshole. He already hates us, but he’s mostly been leaving us alone lately. I’d like to keep it that way.”
    I nodded and stepped toward him. “I’m sorry,” I said into his ear. I pressed my soft lips against the stubble of his cheek, below his teardrop tattoo, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek in apology.
    His visage immediately softened and he looked slightly off-kilter, slightly stunned. I guess he hadn’t been expecting that. I felt a surge of satisfaction seeing the effect such a small gesture could have on him.
    “That’s okay,” he said, and pulled me toward him, patting me on the back.
    My breasts pressed against his chest and I slid my arms around him, hugging my body tightly against him.
    What was it about men like this? First Red and now Bottle and God they could turn me on.
    Was it the tats? Was it the attitude? Was it the body? Was it the born to be wild, live free and die young lifestyle? Was it the disregard for the law and it’s appointed officers? Was it the whole package?
    I felt his hand slide down my back, not a light touch but a firm press that sent a shiver down my spine. How could just a touch do that, I wondered. What mechanism allowed a touch to send pleasure surging through my body like that. His hand went lower, not pausing at my waist, but instead pressing against and then grabbing my ass through the denim of my jeans.
    He knew what he wanted and he took it.
    I pulled my upper body away from him to look up at his face. A flash of confusion began to cross his eyes and I felt the hand behind me begin to let go. I shot my left hand down and behind rapidly, pressing his hand back in place.
    Our gazes interlocked and I reached up with my right hand, wrapping it around his head and pulling his mouth down to meet mine. I used my other hand to grab him by his ass.
    In the dark hallway of the clubhouse our mouths met and it was everything a first kiss with a new man should be. Hot and damp, a little rough and very enthusiastic.
    Some people might think me some kind of slut the way I was getting with this guy I hardly knew. But some people are fuckin’ assholes.
    I’d been deprived for years, hardly been with anyone