Page 56 of Unwrapped

“Why?” she whispers, her eyes on my lips.

“Because, baby. It makes me want to haul you over my shoulders and take you the fuck back upstairs.” I finish, pulling back, our eyes inches apart. I stay for a beat watching her process my words before completely pulling away before I do something stupid like kiss her, tell her it’s me, and haul her into the supply closet.

“That’s very enlightening, Dare. But you’re not my type. I thought I’d already made that clear. Never mind about the ride. I’ll find my way back to the inn without you.” Her palm smacks my chest, landing on my rapidly beating heart. A heart that’s melting… for no reason because the minx wants someone else. She wants her mystery man and can’t see that he’s right here in front of her. I back away from her touch. Burned. Angry. Wanting.

Rog wriggles his brows as he pours drinks from behind the bar. Dev waves her fingers. I sail past the two of them, flipping Rog the bird, and continue down the back hall kicking the backdoor open.

“Fuck.”

Snarling, I kick the dumpster, punch the air while cursing Christmas, woman, Roque, Rog—everyone I can think of in one breath.

“Damn. I knew this day was coming. And my wish was that I’d be here to see it.”

“Fuck off, Smith.”

He grins like a mother fucker in the dark as he flicks his lighter and the tip of cigarette glows. He inhales deep and watches the smoke get taken by the cold air to float away.

“That shit will kill you.”

“Luce will first if she catches me smoking.”

“You quit.”

He shrugs. “I did. I’m kinda stressed to shit right now.”

“Club business?”

He saunters forward. Boots crunching in the snow. “Somewhat the rest is all Luce.”

“Trouble in paradise already?”

“She’s expectin’.”

“No shit. Her too?”

He grins. “What can I say. We love and fuck hard up in these parts…”

Images of me fucking Shiloh hard fill my head. I’m above her…driving in and out of her sweet cunt. She’s wet, hot and tight. We’re in her bed, moving on the silky satin sheets while a fire glows and the snow comes down outside.

“Christ. You’ve got it bad for the new girl, eh?”

I cup my myself, trying to rearrange my growing dick. Smith isn’t embarrassed and neither am I. We’ve killed together. A little growing wood ain’t a thing.

“I can’t stand her.”

“Obviously,” he smirks, nodding to my fly about to bust. “Do yourself a favor and take care of that shit. Bring her to heel. Don’t let her get the upper hand or you’ll never get that shit back.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Yep. I’m whipped as fuck and there’s not a damn thing I’d change about it.”

“You’re lucky. Luce is…so out of your league I don’t know how you locked that shit down.”

“Simple, brotha. I’m a beast in the bedroom.”

“TMI, ass wipe.”

“I’m not the one standing out here in the snow and ice with a raging hard-on.”

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