Page 89 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

“Fuck no. In my dreams you don’t have a mouth.”

“I don’t?”

“Nope. Just a pretty face and under your nose it’s just blank. No lips. Nothing.”

“Is that your perfect woman?”

“It is now.” He shut the bathroom door, quickly cleaned up and disposed of the condom before going back into the bedroom where she now sat on the edge of the bed, once again wearing the NAVY T-shirt.

He stopped at his pile of clothes and as he was pulling on his jeans, he heard, “Tell me… what do you do to keep in shape?”

He paused after fastening his belt and twisted his head toward her. “My preferred method is to bike.”

“Riding a motorcycle gives you that body?”

He tagged his shirt off the floor and while pulling it over his head, he answered, “No, but pedaling a bike does.”

“Riding a bicycle gives you that body?”

After grabbing his boots and socks, he perched on the edge of the bed opposite her to pull them on. “I ride a lot of things. But I do more than cardio.”

“What else do you do?”

“Resistance training.”

“Like?”

“Medicine ball. Free weights. Squats. Pushups. Sit-ups. I also pick a fight with a heavy bag in my garage sometimes.”

“Does it fight back?”

He finished lacing his boots. “You mean like you?” He stood and headed toward the door. “I gotta go. You don’t need to walk me out.”

“That’s good because I wasn’t planning on it. I’m going back to bed. Hey, can you let Murphy out back quick before you leave?”

He stared at her for a second, then glanced around for the dog. “Where is he?”

“He avoids the bedroom when I have sex,” she said matter-of-factly.

“You trained him to stay out of the bedroom when you have sex?” Did his voice crack?Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Did you want him to join us?”

“That’s not…” He sighed. “How often do you have sex that you had the opportunity to train him to do that?”

One eyebrow lifted. “Do you really want to discuss body counts?”

He opened his mouth, thought better of answering, then snapped it shut. “Take your own damn dog out. I’ve got shit to do.”

“So does he,” he heard yelled from the bedroom as he got the fuck out of there before she said something else that would get under his skin.

Unfortunately, he was worried that she had already achieved that.

Having sex with her didn’t help shake her free, it only burrowed her even deeper.

ChapterSeventeen

If she didn’t wakeup tomorrow full of bruises, it would be a miracle. The bikers sure liked to be handsy and didn’t have any concept of consent. She’d been pinched, squeezed, groped and pulled into so many laps, she’d lost count. And that wasn’t even the worst of it.

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