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“Yeah, okay,” I snort. “You haven’t seen the man yet. Ten men couldn’t bring him down. He’s built like a tank.”
“Fine. I’ll mess him up somehow. No one hurts you, Dev. Ever.”
“I’m so glad you’re here. It means so much to me that you came. Not just to see Springdale, but to see why I don’t think I’ll leave.”
“Whoa. What? I thought the plan was to stay a year then come back. Hell, half your stuff is in my basement.”
“I don’t know. It’s only been a month but somewhere, somehow, this town feels more like home than Chicago ever did.”
“Yeah, until Creed boots your ass out.”
“No way. No way am I going to let them. You’ll see they might be as large and menacing as a Scottish army in the highlands but they’re all softies at heart.”
“Scottish army?”
“What? You now I like my Regency Romances…. men in kilts, with long hair and cocks as big as a horse. Hells yeah, sign me up for that shit.”
Luce rolls her eyes, “You need to get laid.”
“Probably,” I answer with a laugh as we walk toward the only nail salon in town.
My bike glides into the back lot. I climb off feeling my heart pound like a goddamn teen about to pick up his date for prom. She’s already here. I checked in with Federico every day I was gone. I almost fell off my damn bike when he told me she’s hot for me. I mean women throw themselves at me on the regular but they’re mostly drunk. Devon… with Dev, I wasn’t sure if she was just flirting with me because I’m her boss or if there was something more.
God damn, there’s something more.
I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans. I’m not sure how to act around her now. Do I pretend that I don’t know? Do I haul her in my office and kiss the breath out of her? Maybe I should just do it the good old-fashioned way and ask her on a date.
I open the back door and walk silently down the back hall leading to the main room of the bar and restaurant.
She’s bending over a long table wiping it down, the back of her white shorts riding high, showing miles of tan leg. Her hair’s down her back hanging in long loose curls. If I close my eyes I can still remember the way it smelled when I held her and the scent of it filled my nostrils. My fingers itch to rub the silky strands, my dick’s swelling in my jeans wanting an introduction to the honey pot between her thighs.
Fuck the good old-fashioned way, I’m gonna go all caveman on her ass. My breath comes out in hiss, my thoughts causing all the blood to pump south. I’m fully engorged and harder than I was the first time I felt a woman’s hand stroke my cock.
Shit.
I force myself to look away from the heaven of her existence for my own sanity. My eyes flick to the heavy watch on my left wrist. Ten a.m. It’s only ten a.m. and I can’t function. Thoughts of touching her have me all jacked up. I either need to go rub one out in the showers downstairs or hit the gym until I can’t breathe.
I’m not a fumbling boy, far from it. I’ll push through my desire harnessing it into a different kind of pain. Instead of pounding into her sweet pussy, my fists will pound the hell outta the punching bag. I’ll throw down until my fists bleed if that’s what it takes.
I want Devon, but I refuse to lose my head over it. I need to get my shit under control. I can’t make a move when I’m high from her presence alone.
She already has me by the balls, but I’ll be damned before I ever show it. The boys would never let me live it down. I shrug out of my leather cut, holding it over an arm in front of me in an effort to disguise my eleven-inch boner. My lips twitch, remembering the look in every woman’s eye who has seen it. I groan, picturing Dev’s soft brown eyes staring at my cock dying to feel it sooth the ache deep inside her. I’d hit her sweet G-spot until her eyes roll back in her head, and then I’d hit it some more while I’d play with the nub between her silken folds and suck on those sweet ass tits.
Her back stiffens as she looks at me from the corner of her eye. Muttering under my breath, I ignore her, walking on legs as stiff as my dick and slap the swinging doors to the kitchen open. Ignoring Federico helping himself to leftovers, I open the stain less steel walk-in freezer trying to freeze my libido. But all it does is burn. My damn dick is hard and frozen. Jesus, in this state—only an orgy or a three-day fuck is going to calm this beast down.
“Son of a bitch!” I groan punching the wall encrusted with a thin layer of ice. My knuckles split, spilling drops of blood on my boot.
“That didn’t take long.”
“Shut up, Federico or the next punch will smash your face.”
His answer is a howl of laughter followed by something he didn’t think I caught when he uttered it under his breath.
“What did you call me?”
“Nothing,” he denies holding his hands up as I stalk out of the freezer towards him.
“Say it again.”