Page 181 of Dirty Like Dylan

The door swung open behind us.

“Hey, assholes.” Zane sauntered outside. “Get your asses back into the studio so we can record this fucking song.”

I shoved my coffee at him. “In a minute.”

Then I took off in a jog.

I caught up to the girls just as they were reaching the end of the block. I was pretty sure Jesse and Zane were watching; they weren’t exactly used to seeing me run after a girl.

Then I did something they definitely weren’t used to, maybe just to fuck with them a bit.

No matter what an attention-whore and an exhibitionist I might’ve been accused of being, I’d never been one to indulge in PDAs with a woman in broad daylight, in the middle of a work day. Mainly because it might’ve given that woman, and my friends, the wrong idea about where she stood in my life.

But I walked right up to Amber and Katie, reached between them, grabbed Amber and pulled her into my arms. Katie had been talking, but trailed off. Amber’s eyes got wide. I pulled her close against me, her face tipped way back to meet mine. And I laid a kiss on her. Deep. Thorough.

Fucking slow.

She melted in my arms.

I kissed her like that until I was sure Katie had blushed and turned away, and the guys finished whistling and making crude comments, quit staring at my girl and fucked off back into the studio.

And then when I’d well and truly made my point, I kissed Amber some more. Just because I could.

Maybe she didn’t ask for forever… but if it was up to me, forever was what she was gonna get.

Epilogue

Roni

“What the fuck, Taze.”

I stormed over to my boyfriend, just as he took off his helmet and ruffled a hand through his blond hair. We were in the street, in front of Jessa and Brody’s house; the driveway was already full of cars and Taze had just pulled in behind my car as I parked at the curb—on his fucking motorcycle.

The motorcycle I’d told him not to bring.

At least he wasn’t wearing his Sinners cut, just a generic leather vest over his long-sleeved Jack Daniels shirt.

“What?” he said.

“I told you not to bring the Harley.”

I looked all up and down the street, and there was no sign of Jude’s Harley, but still. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be here.

I was pretty damn sure he definitely would be.

Taze just gave me a look, the same look he gave me whenever I told him to do anything. He swung his leg over the bike, getting off, and sauntered over to me. “It’s cool, babe,” he said, as if that meant anything.

Everything was always “cool” with Taze—until it wasn’t. The man never thought two seconds into the future. It was a fucking wonder he’d survived this long as a member of such a badass motorcycle club. The fact that he was able to dress himself in the morning, much less remain breathing and out of jail, sometimes stunned me.

My latest boyfriend was twenty-three going on thirteen. I liked younger men; they were exuberant as fuck in bed. But I didn’t appreciate having to babysit this one.

He slung his arm around my shoulders, and I shrugged him off.

“What’s wrong with you?” he griped.

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Yeah. You need to get laid,” he concluded, his gaze dragging down to my chest and groping my boobs.

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