Page 63 of Tick Tock, Boom!

“Better than running with Bloody fucking Scorpions.”

He moved slowly, carefully as he approached the stairs. “Wouldn’t say that if I were you.”

I moved fast, storming past him, boots hitting the porch steps hard. I shuffled with the keys and suddenly felt him behind me.

“All I want is a taste,” he whispered in my ear. “Your boy’s at school, right? That gives us some alone time.”

I didn’t answer. I just took my key and slid it into the lock, keeping slow and steady movements. I could feel him behind me, closer now and I prepared myself.

I threw my elbow back hard, catching him in the gut. He choked on a curse, doubling slightly. That’s when I spun, sprayed the pepper spray right into his face.

He screamed, staggered, and stumbled back down a step.

I reached inside, grabbed the shotgun from just inside the door and cocked it. I pointed it right at his fucking arrogant face.

His eyes went wide. Red, watery. But he still smirked.

“I don't think so. I suggest you leave,” I said coldly. “And if you come back, I’ll put a bullet in your fucking head.”

“Stupid fucking cunt!” he spat.

I pulled the trigger just to the right of his head. The blast shattered his confidence.

He flinched. Then hissed.

“You know the name Wolf Stone, Scorpion?" I took a step closer, and he backed down two more steps. "Know that if you fuck with me, you fuck with him.”

He spat on my porch, his lip curling in disgust. “You’re not getting away that easy.”

Another shot, this time aimed at his boots. He jumped, cursed, and staggered onto the ground.

"Next shot I aim at your kneecap. We'll call it self-defense."

“Bitch! I’ll be back,” he yelled. “And I won’t be as nice!”

"That's okay, there's a bullet here with your name on it," I yelled back.

He mounted his bike, gunning the engine, and roared off onto the street.

I stood there for a long minute, shotgun still aimed, hands shaking. I waited until the sound of his bike faded. Then I locked the door behind me. Making sure every single lock in the house was secure.

I carried the shotgun upstairs with me, placing it next to the bed before I stripped off my clothes, trembling.

I needed a shower. I needed to feel clean again.

The water was scalding, and I leaned against the cold tile, letting it burn the night away.

But my thoughts were on Tick Tock. His voice. His hands. The way he used to whisper my name as he came inside me. And the way he’d pull me close, it felt so safe in those arms.

I slid my fingers between my legs, eyes closing as I remembered the feel of mouth on me, and that hot feel of his tongue.

The memory of the sting of his hand when it came down on my ass made me shiver. It had been years since a man had touched me, licked me, made love to me. His voice was in my head, growling,mine,as he made me beg for more. And I always wanted more.

My fingers worked in slow circles along my clit, hips rolling forward, needy to be filled again.

I hated him.

I loved him.

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