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“Your jealousy would get you fucked into the mattress,” he added. “And my jealousy would put someone in the hospital. Or buried in a shallow grave. Then you’d still get fucked into the mattress,” he muttered into his coffee.

A shiver rippled down my spine as memories flashed through my mind. Neil didn’t allow his possessiveness to smother me—he knew I valued and needed my independence. But when he caught someone else looking at me, I would inevitably find myself deliciously wrung out beneath him until I saw stars. And he still kept going, pulling yet another orgasm out of me somehow, even when I didn’t think it was possible—just one more, baby.

I wasn’t athingto be owned in Neil’s eyes.

I was his woman, to be protected, to be worshiped with his hands, his tongue, his cock. His damned pride made me shine as bright as a diamond with the pleasure he poured over me, like a beacon to other men, announcing,this one is taken, and she’s so loved that she glows with it.

I gulped at my own coffee, scalding my throat in the process. Thinking about those nights together, when he tasted my body. When he clasped my chin as I shattered, pinned by those gray eyes and stuffed full of his cock.

Ain’t nobody else on this motherfucking planet will ever make you feel this way, honey,Neil would growl.Don’t you ever forget that. And if you need a reminder, you come and tell me, all right?

I pushed those thoughts aside, fighting to bury the longing that burned through my body like a wildfire.

“For the record,” I said, gathering my wits again. “My ex-boyfriend was not a doctor or a lawyer. He was a financial analyst.”

Neil grimaced.

“So, he never made you come, and you snored your way through sex. Good to know."

I sputtered a laugh.

“That’s none of your business.”

Neil tilted his head with a challenging look.

“Am I wrong?”

I faltered for a split second. My ex hadn’t been a bad or selfish lover, but…I wasn’t attracted to him as much as I wanted to be. He was the opposite of Neil in every way, which I told myself is what I’d been looking for. My body didn’t get the memo though.

“I can fix that,” Spike piped up.

“And you’d be a eunuch in two seconds flat, guaranteed,” Big G replied. “Didn’t you already put your dick in danger once this week with Baby Doll?”

Spike frowned.

“That woman should be on a terrorist watch list.”

“She seems nice enough to me,” Crash said. “Just don’t get on her bad side.”

My gaze shifted to him, crouched over his plate like a hungry, wild animal. No cut, just an oversized T-shirt. The way he shoveled food into his mouth and wolfed it down reminded me of…

“Don’t say it,” Neil said, his voice low for my ears alone.

“Don’t say what?” I countered.

He gestured at Crash.

“The kid doesn’t look like me.”

I scoffed.

“You’re practically twins. Maybe you don’t remember the many hours I spent listening to your former President, Bomber—may he rest in peace. But I do. He told me all the stories and showed me all the pictures when you were nineteen. Strutting around with that brand new Prospect patch on your chest.”

“The old wind bag talked too much,” Neil grunted.

“He said you were like a mangy stray dog with fleas who tried to bite anyone who came within reach. But when you were patched in, girls finally thought you were cool. A true outlaw biker at last. A real, genuine bad boy.”

Neil narrowed his eyes. I pressed my lips together to hide my amusement.