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Chapter Eight

Fool

The last thing I should be doing is kissing April but with one taste of her, there’s no way I’ll ever be able to stop. The taste of her lips, but fuck, could anything be any better?

I highly doubt it.

With her straddling my lap, I do what I want with her. I want April to feel that I want her. The feel of her over me like this is a definite bonus.

Earlier, I’d seen her leave the apartment in the rain, followed her to the library, watching her without her knowing, seeing the way she acted. One thing I noticed immediately is that she’d kept her head down to keep others from noticing her.

While she’d been in the library, I’d taken a walk around the campus. Hazzard stuck close to the library to keep an eye for when she left. The campus was large, but immediately I took note of three men who’d seen April and were watching her.

Without those men seeing me, I’d taken pictures of them and sent the pictures straight to Rimfire asking him to look into them. I wanted to know who they were and anything he could find on them. I didn’t like the fact that I’d caught one of them taking a picture of her.

By the time she got to her place, I’d only been sitting there for a couple minutes. I’d gotten to enjoy the view of her coming around the corner, seeing me, and what was even better was the look that she’d had in her eyes like she couldn’t even believe I was sitting there.

With her in my lap now, there’s no way she can miss it.

I made the decision when I left the Devil’s Riot MC clubhouse yesterday. I wasn’t just going to see what was going on with her. I wasn’t going to just take her back. No, I decided she was going to be mine. We might not know shit about each other, but that didn’t matter. One look and she’d gotten to me. There’s no way I can’t have her. Make her mine.

April squirms in my arms, her pussy grinding against me, hands in my hair.

Fuck. I want to take her, slide right inside her, but I know we don’t have much time before . . .

The knock on the door comes and I groan not wanting the moment interrupted. I knew I should have waited to touch April, but I couldn’t help myself.

April pulls away, breathing heavily, hands sliding from my hair to press into my chest. “I better get that.”

“I’ll get it,” I tell her, cupping her sweet ass in my hands. I flip her off me onto her back and grind into her. “It’s Hazzard.”

“Hazzard?” April blinks, furrows and looks confused for a moment. “Your brother?”

“Yeah, Gorgeous, and just so you know, he knows it was your idea, the mice traps.” Grinning at her, I dip down and kiss her once more before getting to my feet.

“How do you know it was my idea?” she blurts, scrambling behind me. “And what is he doing here?”

“He came with me, and Mercy told me.” I shrug.

“I’m going to kill her,” I hear her mumble, mostly to herself.

“No reason to kill your friend, I think she wasn’t exactly thinking properly considering I found her and Hazzard alone together.”

“Oh God. Mercy is going to end up getting some guy killed,” she mumbles more causing me to laugh as I open the door.

“What’s so funny?” Hazzard and April both say at the same time, though for different reasons I’m sure.

“Nothing,” I tell Hazzard and turn to April to answer her. “What you said, Gorgeous, it’s fuckin’ funny and I couldn’t agree more but vice versa the scenario.”

April blinks up at me for a moment before she loses the frown and laughs.

“Now I wanna know what the fuck she’s laughing about,” Hazzard quips, stepping inside closing the door.

“Nothing to worry about, Haz,” I chuckle.

April sobers and looks between the two of us, “So is someone going to tell me what exactly is going on?” She looks at me with those lust filled eyes that held caution in them. “What exactly are you doing here? I don’t want to hear lies either.”

“Told you outside and I wasn’t lying, April,” I say. “Considering what was just going down on the couch, I figured you’d get me.” I keep my cool and do my best not to get annoyed by the fact she’d think I’d lie to her. I tell myself she doesn’t really know me. Not the first thing. It’s her being cautious as she should be. That’s the rational side of my brain thinking. I can’t agree with her because the other side of my head is thinking about how good she felt just moments ago.

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