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  “Uh, yeah…no, I don’t think so,” she huffed. “I wish.”

  “Trust me, I have never seen a woman so perfect.”

  She blew out an annoyed breath through her nose, as if I were lying to her or blowing smoke up her ass. “Everyone says it. I mean…you know why I was here tonight? It was a setup. He asked me for weeks and weeks to go out with him, just so he could get me here and stand me up. Be a dick. And those girls in there, they were witness to it all. They were making fun of me for being so gullible and needy. I’m…I’m not gullible.”

  No, she was innocent. And I was so pissed off, I wanted to kick a world full of asses. How dare anyone make this sweet girl feel this way? How dare anyone do this to her. “They’re all assholes. Unworthy of you. Come on. Let’s go back to my place. I’ll make you feel better. I have ice cream.”

  One side of her mouth turned up, and I learned one more thing about her. She was resilient. I already knew she was smart, funny and gutsy. And fucking beautiful, of course. “I don’t want ice cream,” she said.

  “What do you want, Princess?”

  “You.”

  Chapter Three

  ~ Luisa ~

  I couldn’t believe I’d said that. I also couldn’t believe I was on the back of his bike. That was another first for me tonight. After I’d blurted out that I wanted him, he’d practically dragged me over here and plopped his helmet on me. He wasn’t wearing one, leading me to believe he didn’t often have passengers.

  My arms were wrapped around his slim waist, my breasts pressed against his back and my thighs pressed to the outsides of his. My entire body seemed to vibrate as he raced down the streets to his place, and I wondered if I’d ever experienced anything more sexual and arousing than being on the back of his bike. Definitely, an underrated experience. Why hadn’t I known about this? Every woman should have being on the back of a motorcycle on the top of her list of to-dos.

  Of course, not every woman would have Dodge between her thighs. Possessive rage built inside me as I imagined him with another woman. I didn’t want to be one in a long line. Probably something I should have made sure of back in the bar’s parking lot. It also surprised me. Why was I suddenly feeling proprietary about him?

  He swerved around a corner into a parking lot, and my arms tightened as I cried out. I felt Dodge laughing. Asshole.

  He pulled into a space and knocked out the kickstand. He turned off the bike, and the rumble disappeared, leaving me strangely empty as the vibrations when away. My biker would replace them soon enough, I supposed. Maybe.

  I stumbled off the motorcycle and yanked off the helmet, shoving it at him. My nerves and temper were still on edge from the warring thoughts and arousal I’d had on the way here. He dropped it into the storage compartment and stalked toward me, the beast after his prey.

  My arms crossed over my chest, and I took a step backward. “How often do you bring home women from the bar?” I demanded.

  He smirked. “Never, actually. I go to play pool and grab a drink with the guys, sometimes. I’m not into barflies who’ve opened their legs for most of the men in there.”

  Okay, not one in a line. “Why me?”

  “You’re not one of them, for one thing. For another, one look at you, and I wanted you more than I’ve ever wanted another woman.” He took a step toward me when I didn’t say anything. “You don’t have to believe me, though I hope you will, but I’m not some manwhore. I’ve spent the past five years building my business and clientele. I’m not a virgin but I don’t go around picking up women all over the place. I can’t even clearly remember the last time I fucked someone. I’ve damn well never brought someone home.”

  “Then why me?” I repeated.

  “You’re different.”

  I grimaced. “That’s what I was trying to tell you back there.” I gestured behind me to indicate the bar.

  “Not like that. I don’t even want you to think of yourself that way again. You hear me. You are…special. Sweet. So fucking sweet. Real and not fake, because the real you is fucking great. They’re jealous of you, is all.”

  I blinked hard as tears pricked my eyes. A stone formed in my throat, and I swallowed hard, trying to clear it. “I…” I took a deep breath. “I’d like to go up to your place now.”

  He nodded and laced his warm, calloused fingers through mine.

  I was doing this; I was really doing this, and with the hottest guy I’d ever seen. A man I’d just met. But it didn’t feel that way. Even with butterflies going nuts in my belly, this just felt right, being with him felt right. If it turned out to be a big mistake later, then I’d chalk it up to a learning experience. I didn’t think that would be the case, though.

  “Just don’t hurt me,” I said as I followed him up the wooden steps that led up the side of the building to what I assumed was his apartment. They were partially protected by an overhang, but they seemed as if they’d be a bitch to traverse once winter snow and ice hit.

  He paused, turning, and I was face-to-belly with him. My face burned, realizing how close to his cock I was. The ridge in his pants seemed to throb and he must have realized how close I was too, because he lifted me and set me a couple steps above him, so we were face to face.

  “One of these days, I want that pretty mouth on me, Princess,” he said, “but right now, this is better.”

  I nodded, so embarrassed I thought I might just die. I looked away, but he drew my gaze back to him with gentle fingers on my chin.

  “You a virgin, sweet Lulu?” he asked.

  I bit my lip and nodded again. My bravado seemed to have fled into the night. I still wanted him more than I wanted to keep breathing—so a lot, then—but my bravery was flagging.

  “Is that a problem?” I whispered, afraid he’d say yes.

  “Fuck, no. I like that I’m your first. That you’ll belong only to me. I’ll just have to be more careful is all. But fuck…knowing you’re innocent…damn, it about makes me come in my jeans.”

  “I’ve heard guys get off on that,” I replied before I could stop my damn mouth.

  He smirked. “Could be. Sure makes me hot—but before you go thinking the wrong thing, that’s not my angle. I’m not out searching for virgins to deflower. Like I said before, I’m not out sleeping with anything that can move. There were two different girls back in high school, which seems like a million years ago,” he said with a self-depreciating laugh.

  “How old are you?”

  “Twenty-six.”

  “That’s a long time.”

  “Well, maturity hit, and I’m not interested in anyone other than my one, anymore.”

  I stared at him. He didn’t want anyone but his one, and he was interested in me.

  “Yeah, sweetness, let that sink in,” he growled.

  “But you…you just met me.”

  He shrugged. “My grandpa always said, when you know you know. Pretty damn sure he was right. I met you, and everything in my world shifted.”

  “Dodge…”

  “Fuck, did I scare you?”

  “You swear a lot.”

  “It’s part of the badass package. Tattooed tattoo artist, motorcycle, sexy-ass boots to go with it, dive bar regular, bit of a language problem, wants to fuck you raw—”

  “Oh my God,” I gasped. He was so crass, and all my girl parts were responding. My pussy was more slick and hot than I ever remembered it being and my breasts ached, seeming swollen inside my bra. I just knew my nipples had to be hard little nubs. My entire body tingled as if it were gearing up to explode…the rumbles before the eruption.

  His lips twitched, and I knew he held back a grin. His brow raised. “Too much?”

  I shook my head.

  “Still in?”

  “Yes,” I answered.

  “Good. Let’s move this off these shitty steps. I’m getting new ones put in and enclosed before it snows.” He took my hand and pulled me along with him. When I stumbled slightly in my heels, he paused then scooped me up in hi
s arms. “Definitely getting better stairs,” he muttered. “Maybe an elevator. Don’t want you to fall.”

  I tried not to contemplate how that sounded as if he intended to keep me. I had a hard time believing anyone stuck around.

  He kissed along my neck then set me down on the landing. I almost expected him to push me up against the door, but he didn’t. Instead, he opened the door and led me inside his surprisingly clean space. Served me right for making assumptions. Being a badass bachelor didn’t mean having a shitty living area.

  “Living room slash dining room slash rec room.” He swept out his arm to indicate the area. “Kitchen. Bathroom. Office. Laundry,” he pointed to the four doors off the huge area he’d called a living room. It was an L-shaped affair the size of three normal-sized rooms, and totally unexpected for an apartment. “The two bedrooms and the other exit are down there.”

  “It’s huge.”

  “It runs the entire length of my shop downstairs. Rather than break it up into multiple units, I just made it into one apartment.”

  “Your business is downstairs?”

  “Yeah, I own Needles of Paint. Used to be a beauty shop down there and a ballet studio up here. Before I opened my own place, I used to work for my brother, Ford, at his shop across town.”

  “Your name is Dodge. His name is Ford. Do you have another brother named Chevy?”

  “Yeah. You know him?”

  “No, it was a guess. Sorry.”

  He shrugged. “My dad was a motorhead.” He pulled me close. “Now, about us.”

  My hands rested on his shoulders. “Yes?”

  Dodge swung me up into his arms and strode toward the back of the apartment. “You’ve seen the place; I told you a little about my family. Now, I’m going to fuck you and cement my claim on you.”

  “I didn’t know you were making a claim on me.” The thought made me warm all over though.

  “Fuck, yeah, I am. Where’ve you been, Princess? You’re mine now, and I’m about to seal the deal.”

  “Oh…”

  “Better say no and run now or forever hold your peace—except when I’m plowing into you and you’re screaming my name.”

  “If you expect a quiet woman who never speaks her mind—”

  “Nope,” he interrupted. “Just don’t want to hear you thinking you’re not mine.”

  ”But what if you don’t like the sex?”

  “Not gonna happen.”

  “But what if—”

  “Are you trying to talk me out of it, sweetness? Again, not gonna happen—unless you flat out say no. I might be a lot of things, but I’m not one to ever force a woman.”

  Knowing that just made me want him more, consequences be damned. We’d figure this out. And so I said the least Type-A thing that had ever passed my lips. “I do want you.”

  No caveats, no conditions, just pure flat-out need. And that was it. I gave over control, and he took it. And I was fine with it. Maybe, when it came to this part of my life, I didn’t need or want control. Who knew…? I was so screwed up I didn’t even understand myself. But I damn well wanted Dodge.

  “Good,” was all he said. Next thing I realized we were in his room. I didn’t get a chance to look at it as he placed me on the bed then came down over me. His lips brushed over mine, once, twice, before he deepened the kiss with a groan. I immediately opened for him, my body arching under his as I tried to get closer to all that hard muscle over me.

  Chapter Four

  ~ Dodge ~

  I couldn’t believe my luck. I’d gone to the bar tonight to play pool, have a few beers and blow off steam after a fairly shitty week. Two of my artists had left to start their own gig out of state. They had no damn clue what they were doing. They’d be back, but by then I’d have new guys in, and the ones who’d left weren’t that great. I wasn’t saving a spot for them.

  Then the friends I was supposed to meet had all blown me off for one reason or another. A couple were out of town, a couple were working, one had a family issue, etc.

  Fine, I’d give them all a pass. It wasn’t often we missed a Friday. We’d been getting together at least once a week since high school. Someone had dubbed us the bad boys, and it’d stuck.

  We’d been those guys back then; always in trouble, definitely not the ones you wanted to be friends with your son or daughter. Bad influences all around. Whatever. Sure we’d all gotten suspended a time or ten. My closest friend had even been expelled once, but his family was fucking loaded. Money speaks and all that, so he’d been back to our swanky private school on Monday.

  Right now, I was pretty damn thankful they’d all flaked on me. If they hadn’t, this ball of blonde perfection might not have thrown herself into my arms.

  At the moment, Lulu was a bundle of energy beneath me, touching everywhere, writhing against me. If my dick got any harder it would rip through my jeans. No joke. I’d never been harder in my life; I’d never had a reason to be. I hadn’t been blowing smoke at her when I’d told her about the one.

  “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured against her ear before kissing her right below it. Lulu shivered, goosebumps lifting on her skin.

  She pulled at my shirt and worked her hands underneath. I groaned quietly at the feel of her soft palms rubbing over my skin and tracing my spine.

  “You feel so good,” she whispered.

  “Back at you, sweetness.” I yanked off my tee then pushed at her sweater, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor. I couldn’t help but notice how her eyes hungrily took in the ink across my chest.

  She still wore a silky tank, and I quickly skimmed it off, too. She had on a black lace bra beneath that kicked me straight in the gut. Her snow white skin and puckered, pink nipples shown through the material in the most enticing peek-a-boo ever.

  “Fuck me,” I muttered.

  Her hands lifted to cover her breasts, but I stopped them. Holding her wrists down to the mattress. “I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life. You’re like the most gorgeous pinup, a fucking wet dream, but the sweetest of sugar.”

  I leaned forward, kissing and nipping and tasting down her shoulder to the slope of her breast. She shuddered with her nerves as I hooked my fingers in her bra cup to pull it down ever so slowly. I didn’t want to scare her by going too fast, yet I didn’t want to give her time to get nervous and change her mind, either.

  The sensation of that silky soft skin against the backs of my fingers almost did me in. We both gasped as her nipple popped free. I wasted no time closing my mouth around the tip. I kept my gaze on her face as I sucked, watching her pleasure. She was all in with this.

  “Dodge,” she gasped, her back arching into me. I slipped my palm beneath her, both to support her and hold her in place. Her fingers drove into my hair as I tormented the ripe little peak, curling my tongue over the crinkled areola until she was literally writhing beneath me.

  My hips thrust slightly into the mattress, my cock needing to be free to drive into her. But I couldn’t yet. I wanted her excited and dripping for me.

  Reaching behind her, I unhooked her bra, then tossed it aside to fully reveal her fantastic tits. “God, Lulu. You’re beautiful.”

  She reached up and pulled me down to her so we were chest to chest, her soft breasts pressed to my hard pecs. Our mouths met, kissing furiously.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I murmured.

  “Please…”

  “Then I’m going to turn us so you’re riding me and I can watch those perfect tits bouncing with each move.” I captured her moan in my mouth. Whether it was protest or arousal, I didn’t know. What I did know was she’d be panting for it by the time it happened. My cock was primed and ready to own her. I’d never felt so proprietorial about anything, but with Lulu…she was all mine. No one was coming between us.

  I’d examine that thought later, but right now, I felt downright feral for her. Ripping myself away from her lips, I kissed a blazing trail down her torso, maki
ng sure to take the time to give each breast a long, hard suck and to nip at her navel. When I reached her waistband, I popped open the button. When she gave no sign of protest and in fact, lifted her hips for me, I opened the zipper then moved to yanked down her jeans and black lace panties. Then I froze.

  “Who’d you wear this sexy underwear for, Cinderella?” I demanded.

  “Me,” she gasped, probably shocked by my tone.

  That didn’t satisfy me. I hated it, but I had to know. “You weren’t with the Barbie quartet at that dive. It’s definitely not someplace for a sweet thing like you. Were you looking to fuck that guy who stood you up? Hoping to find someone else there?”

  She looked away, shaking her head, and I reached up and turned her face back to me.

  “I-I was supposed to meet him, just for a date. I wasn’t going to sleep with him. I don’t even like him that much. I’m glad he stood me up.”

  Who would stand this girl up? Fucking asshole, but fortunate for me. “I would never stand you up, and from now on, you’ll be wearing these sexy panties only for me.”

  “I will?” she whispered, hesitantly.

  “Oh yeah,” I breathed. I kissed the pale skin above the edge of the lace then slowly started pulling it down. A groan escaped me when her bare pussy was revealed. Bare. Fuck me.

  Pausing, with her pants at her knees, I drew my thumb along her wet slit. My lips followed the trail. My tongue flicked out to taste the sweet nectar, and I groaned. Fuck… I needed more. Both hands came up; one to flatten above her sex, to hold her where I wanted her, and the other to part those succulent folds. I closed my mouth over her, devouring all her cream.

  Lulu kicked off her shoes and jeans, then her knees lifted around my shoulders. I pushed them upward to open her farther for my licking and sucking.

  “Oh God, Dodge,” she cried. “I…I…Oh!”

  I smiled against her, taking all her release as a powerful orgasm shook her. Her fingers knotted in my hair, sweet, perfect pain. I redoubled my efforts. She was coming again before I introduced her to my fat, ten inches.