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“You paid for my meal? Hell, I don’t know whether to be insulted or impressed. The only woman who ever paid for my food was my mom.”

“Are we going to argue about this, Golden Boy?”

“Nope. Come on.” She took my arm and let me walk her to her fancy ass car. It was simple but expensive. “I’ll bet this thing rides like a dream.”

“Be my designated driver one night and I’ll let you find out,” she said before I closed the door with a laugh.

Why did Teddy have to be so close to the only two people I was close to? She was gorgeous, sexy and a good fucking time. And completely off limits. With that unsatisfying thought, I hopped on my bike and followed her winding path back to the residential part of Mayhem to her house.

“Thanks,” she called out as she walked up the stone path that led to her front door, but I kept an eye on her, noticing immediately when her steps slowed and then stopped.

I was off my bike and at her side in a split second, staring at the same sick shit that had turned Teddy’s pale skin ghost white. “What the fuck?”

An old headshot of Teddy hung from a cleaver buried deep into her front door. “Watch your back bitch,” it said in blood red paint.

Teddy began to shake and I wrapped her in my arms, calling the police with my free hand. This shit was getting out of hand, and Teddy needed more protection than she realized, which was how I ended up sleeping in her girly guestroom.

***

There was a soft woman wrapped around me and I groaned, snuggling deeper into the smooth skin and flower-scented hair. My hand went to a long, lean thigh draped over my own and I enjoyed it, sliding my hand up and down. The feel of a woman was something I’d missed for years and this woman was soft, silky-fucking-smooth. And moaning.

My eyes snapped open, trying to focus and figure out where the fuck I was. I’d had just a beer at the noodle house and some fucking wine with Teddy after the cops had left. Shit...Teddy. My gaze shifted to the right, and sure enough she was there with her arms and a leg wrapped around me, her head lying on my chest. And I didn’t hate it.

I kind of liked it.

A lot.

Teddy groaned again as she started to wake up, back arched as she stretched, giving me a view of round tits with rock hard nipples that made my mouth water. I should have looked away. Hell, I should have just gotten up and gone to the bathroom, but I didn’t. I just laid there and stared at her. Her tank top rode up, giving me a glimpse of a strip of skin that was still pale but with a slight tan, but her tits held me captive.

“Enjoying the view,” she asked with a husky voice, still groggy from sleep.

“Fuck yeah, I am. I’m alive aren’t I?”

She rolled her eyes. “Flatterer.”

“I’m just speaking the truth, Teddy.” I swear her nipples beaded even tighter under my gaze and my cock stirred to life. “But it might be best if you backed away.”

She smiled as she looked down at the tent in the sheet. “Damn, Golden Boy.”

I chuckled at her incredulous tone, but my cock was hard as a steel rod. “Enjoying the view?”

She licked her lips and her hand reached out, stroking me through the sheet. “Mmm-hmm.”

“Teddy!” I grunted at her touch but she ignored me, fascinated.

“You’re big,” she said, giving me a squeeze. “And thick.”

“I’m a man, Teddy.”

She stopped but her grip didn’t loosen. “And this is a bad idea.”

“Very bad,” I agreed.

“The worst,” she agreed with a smile in her eyes, hand still gripping my cock. “Too bad. It could’ve been fun,” she said, releasing me and rolling off the bed. I watched her ass, in nothing but cotton pajama shorts that gave me a glimpse of the shadows beneath her ass cheeks.

“It would’ve been damn fun,” I told her confidently.

She turned at the doorway, wearing a wistful smile. “Thanks for last night, Tate. I appreciate it.”