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He grabs my chin and leans in close. “I’ve got no problem breaking in that pussy again with my cock right here and right now. Just figured you’d want that shit out of your system first. But say the word and this ass is mine.”

He eliminates the space between us with a hard kiss, and I’m soon moaning from something other than pain.

I grab tight to his leather with the hand that isn’t hooked up to my new fluid stick friend.

Just like the first time we kissed, we fight for dominance.

It’s not a sweet kiss like you see in the movies but one bordering on desperation .

There was a moment there. A single moment when I didn’t know what was going to happen.

It was fleeting but lasting all the same.

I can tell he had the same feeling from the way his mouth explores mine as if it’s the first time.

Or maybe he’s making sure that if it’s the last, he has a memory to go with it. That’s what I’m doing.

I never thought I lived a certain way, but after what happened, I knew I wasn’t living fully.

Like every moment could be the last one I have.

The last one a loved one has. I don’t plan to keep just…

existing. I want each moment to have a spark.

To mean something. That if it’s the last, it goes with a bang.

“Don’t mind me,” Swiss says as he enters, interrupting our kiss.

Domino and I rest our foreheads against each other’s to catch our breath.

“Be right back,” he says. “Keep her safe, Swiss.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I whisper back.

I’m completely down for him claiming my ass.

Well, not in that way. Have you seen his monster of a cock?

It barely fits my vagina. No way would it fit back there.

And I refuse to try. Well, unless he bribes me with tacos later and gives me tequila before.

That might work. And if there’s hot chocolate for after too.

I’m not sure what Swiss is doing, but he floats around the room like he has loads to do. And since he’s the only one in here and I’m bored, I ask the only question I have.

“Why do they call you that?”

“Swiss?”

I nod .

“It’s short for Swiss cheese.” He doesn’t even look up from some forms he’s filling out on a clipboard like a proper doctor would. I don’t know why I find that ridiculous, just like his name, but I do.

“You got a fetish for holey cheese?”

He laughs. “Nah, just look like it.” He lifts his shirt, and I see one side of him is grated and puckered, and, well, looks like Swiss cheese. “Took a nasty spill on my bike a while back.” He lowers his shirt and gets back to writing as if that explains everything.

Which it doesn’t.

“Don’t think those puckered holes came from road rash. Unless it was a buckshot road.” I look pretty, but I’m smart too. I’ve seen bullet holes before. Especially from a shotgun.

We didn’t always have a sponsor. When Summer and I started out, Mack could only get us into fights in some shady places.

Places that dealt in more illegal stuff than she or I wanted to be involved in.

We saw some things. We swore we’d never go back there, even if the money was decent.

Which it was, and explains why so many go that route and chance their lives in that way.

He gives me a hard stare but then goes back to his forms. “Never said how I got into the wreck on my bike.”

Oh, a man of mystery. I can appreciate that. I’m not going to ask more. If he doesn’t want to share, he doesn’t have to.

“What’re you going to do after this?”

“Huh?”

He looks up from his paperwork and motions to the walls. “This. ”

I give him a look that hopefully reads “what the fuck are you talking about?” because I have no idea. “After getting patched up? Fuck, I guess.” I mean, that’s the plan. Not sure why he wants to know.

The guy snorts and then starts coughing up a lung as if he swallowed his own spit wrong. He works it out of his system as he waves me off with one hand and uses the other to grip the counter as he coughs a bit more.

Once his fit subsides, he wipes his mouth and looks at me. “I meant when they shut this place down. You and Domino going back to Kansas?”

Now I’m really confused.

“Shut what down? Huh? What are you talking about?”

He shrugs. “That’s the rumor going around. This chapter is getting the shaft because of some shit that no one is copping to. So because of them, we’ve got to pack up and move. Didn’t know if you were going to go with Domino or what.”

He’s leaving? Why the hell didn’t he tell me? I think he mentioned something about going where the big boss tells him, but I didn’t think it would happen soon.

Yup, I’m back to being pissed. I was good for a few minutes there. Didn’t even think about the hole in my workshop. But that level of anger is peanuts to what I’m feeling now.

How’s he going to make me have feelings for him when this was all temporary? Nice guy, my ass.

What’s worse is I fell for it.

Fucking hook, line, and sinker .

If he was worried I’d beathim up before, he’s got another thing coming to him. I’m not going to hit him.

I’m going to be the one to domino his ass and see how he likes it.