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GUNN

“ Y ou brought me to your home,” Scarlet says, arching a brow. “Is it safe?”

“As safe as your place.” I take her up to the second floor of the converted firehouse I live in. We step inside and I turn on the lamp on the entryway table. “It’s not much, but I like it.”

“Not much?” She walks around the space, that while narrow, feels open because of the floor to ceiling windows. “This place is fucking awesome!”

Just like she did at the orphanage, she touches everything in her path— the butcher-block countertop in the kitchen, the bookshelf I made myself and the die cast motorcycles on the shelves.

She goes to the bed placed near the windows and runs her hands over the patchwork quilt Luca’s mother gave me years ago. “It’s real nice. Smells like you.”

“Is that a good thing?” I go to her and she turns to me.

As if she’s been doing it for years, she wraps her arms around my waist and pressing her face against my chest, she inhales. “It’s such a good thing.”

I breathe her in too, burying my nose in her soft hair. Her scent isn’t just intoxicating on a sexual level. It’s become as familiar as this place. Maybe that’s why I brought her here. I want my home to smell like her.

It’s a disturbing thought on so many levels. Wrong because deep down, I know this is temporary. She will have to leave and her scent will fade. But the memory will linger.

“I rent the place upstairs to a dude that hates being bothered,” I say, needing to change the direction my mind is headed. “We never see each other. I like that.”

“And downstairs?”

“Didn’t change a thing about the garage.” I tug her away so that she can see the fire pole. “You want to check it out?”

“No way!” She releases me, her giddiness at sliding down infectious. Peering through the circular opening, she squeals. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

“What’s stopping you?”

Grabbing hold with both hands, she wraps her legs around the metal pole and descends. The sensors are triggered, and the lights automatically come on.

By the time I drop to the first floor, she’s already checking out my collection of antique bikes.

“What, the old firetruck doesn’t do it for you?” I point the 1940s Mack Pumper.

Almost sensually, she slides her hands over the leather seat of my 1962 Indian motorcycle. Sheer mischief written all over her face, her lips pulled up coyly, she says, “I love these so much more. Oh my God, is that a Vincent Black Shadow?” She rushes to the bike I bought last year.

“It is. 1950.”

“And a Ninja!” She runs to that one, her eyes wide. “It looks just like my old one. The one you wrecked.”

Ignoring the jab, I say, “You like bikes.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” She moves on to the next, a Harley Knucklehead.

“That’s the first one I restored,” I say proudly.

Crouching, she appreciatively studies the red finish. “You did this?”

“Yup. Couldn’t afford one in good shape at the time,” I admit. Couldn’t have afforded it in the rough shape it was in either. Luckily, the previous owner was a gangster that owed the Sinacores money. One of the first jobs I ever did for them before Luca and I struck out on our own.

“She’s beautiful,” Scarlet says with true admiration.

But I only have eyes for her. Fuck me, she’s beautiful. Painfully so.

“I rarely show anyone my collection,” I say to her, my tone lower than it was a moment ago. “And when I do, I never allow them to be touched.”

She doesn’t take her hand off my bike. If anything, she gives me a defiant look. “Yeah, most men don’t like their toys messed with. Especially ones this expensive.”

I stalk toward her and she snatches her hand back. When she tries to move away, I grab hold of her arm and keep her here. “I didn’t say anything about you .”

“Me?” She peers up at me through her lashes, her green eyes sparkling devilishly. “You mean, I’m allowed to touch?”

“Not just touch.” With my free hand, I take hold of her zipper and tug it down, little by little. As I go, I allow my knuckles to brush against the skin I’m exposing. “I want you on my toy. Naked. So I can play with you both.”

She sucks in a breath as I push aside her top, revealing her full breasts. The pink of her nipples darkens as they turn into hard pebbles, and I cup them to feel them grazing against my palms.

“You’re fucking me up, Gunn,” she sighs.

“Ditto.” I lean in to kiss her, forcing myself to take it slow just for the sweet torture of it.

I slip her biker suit down her arms and waist, pleased to find that just as she came braless, she’s also missing her underwear.

“You told me to get ready fast,” she defends when I arch a brow.

“In that case, always get ready fast.” I thrust my fingers into her hair and press my mouth to hers hard.

Her naked body writhes in my arms and sets me on fire. I slide my hands down her side, and grab her rounded ass. She moans as I tease her with my fingertips, run them down the center toward her entrance.

I find her as wet as I hoped. My cock rages against my pants, urging me to give in and just fuck her already.

It takes more willpower than I knew I had to break from her. “Sit.”

She eyes the bike. “Are you sure?”

“Put that pussy on the seat.”

Doing as she’s told, Scarlet grabs hold of the handlebars and straddles my bike. When she sits, I envy the leather as her cunt parts and her clit makes contact.

“Like this?” she asks, glancing over her shoulder at me.

“Fuck me.” The sight of her, naked, on my toy as she called it, has me breathless. “Just like that, baby.” I throw my leg over the bike and sit/stand behind her. Biting her gently on the neck, I whisper hoarsely, “Lean forward.”

I push my hand between the seat and her, cupping her, feeling the velvety softness of her labia and the heat from her core.

She drops her head onto the odometer as she automatically lifts her butt to give me better access. “Oh God, yes.”

Using my middle finger, I gather moisture by sliding it in and out of her before spreading it over her clitoris and back to her puckered little hole. I push against it, but am met with resistance. “Please tell me I’ll get to fuck you here one day.”

“Someday,” she agrees. “For now, make me come!”

“Bossy hellcat.” I bite her and play with her breasts, pinching her nipples, grazing them.

When she’s trembling, her breathing ragged, I insert another finger and find that spot inside, the one I know will send her over the edge. I rub it until she bucks and screams, “Don’t stop!”

Then, she clenches around my fingers and her juices drench my hand.

I pull out as she spins in the seat and faces me. She’s smiling in that up-to-no-good way she has about her. “Now, it’s my turn.”

“Your turn? I just made you come.”

“Exactly. Your fantasy come true. Now it’s my turn. I want you to fuck me on this bike.” She undoes my zipper and releases my cock. When she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, I understand what she wants.

I adjust my position as I lift her. Our lips meet in a demanding kiss as I impale her onto my dick, both of us desperate to take from the other.

Up and down she slides, her powerful legs doing most of the work, while I keep us balanced. I’m not sure if this looks as insanely good as it feels, but I don’t give a damn. All I can think about is that I’m fucking Scarlet in this place that’s been only mine for years. And it’s going to leave a mark.

It goes beyond the mess we make on the seat when we both reach our climax, my semen and her wetness. I’ll never be able to come here again and not think of this moment. Of us together, enemies locked in passion so tightly, that when it’s over, I don’t want to let her go.

I’m not so sure she wants me to either, because she stays like that for a long time after it’s over, her head resting on my shoulder.

“I should go,” she says eventually. “Sun’s coming up in a few.”

“I’ll take you home.”

She shakes her head. “Too risky now. I’ll catch a cab.”

“No.” I go to the key safe and grab a set. Tossing them to her, I say, “Take the Ninja.”

Her gaze going from the keys to the bike and to me, she says, “Really?”

“I mean, don’t keep it. Bring it back tomorrow.”

“Oh. You sort of owe me one,” she argues.

“Bring it back tomorrow.”

“Okay.” She smiles and gets dressed. Then, she leans in to give me a kiss before putting on her helmet. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I open the door and she winks before dropping the face shield over her eyes. And she rides away.

As I stare at the red dot of the brake light disappear down the street, I realize something that scares the shit out of me.

I never want to let her go again.