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“What?”

She raises one perfect auburn brow and presses her lips into a tight line. I wink at her. Crimson floods her cheeks and I have to tamp down the visions of that blush creeping down her neck and between her lush tits as she throws her head back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a perfect little “O” as she sighs my name.Gods. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve got no shortage of greedy pussy at the clubhouse, and here I am saddled with a seventeen-year-old mute who has me salivating over her like a dog with a juicy fucking bone.

“So, we gonna talk about the fact that you can speak to me, but you’re just choosing not to?”

Her lip quirks up in a lopsided smile, and as fucking frustrating as it is, a part of me likes that the mystery of her isn’t ruined by shitty words. I wish more people in my life would say a little less.

Maddy returns with two mugs and a pot of coffee. She sets the cups down and fills mine first, but then she pauses and glances at Arie. “Are you even old enough to have coffee, honey?”

Arie glares, I glare, and Maddy shrugs and pours a cup of the steaming liquid.

“You don’t say much, do you?”

“She don’t have to,” I answer for her. “How ’bout you bring us a chocolate cherry shake too?”

“You fixin’ for a heart attack, Vike?”

“You just let me worry about my heart, sugar.” I lift my mug and take a sip. The coffee is the watered-down shit from all diners, but like anything that’s bad for you, it hits just right after a long day and the chill of the water.

Arie follows my lead before I can warn her, taking a big gulp from the steaming cup. Her eyes cinch up tight and then she grimaces as she swallows, and then she gags.

“You might have wanted sugar and cream in that coffee, darlin’.”

She makes a face and pushes the cup toward me.

Maddy returns with the milkshake, sliders, and a plate of cheesy fries and sets them down before disappearing again. I push the milkshake toward Ari and she stares at the straw in confusion. Fuck.This island bitch has never even seen a straw before.

“You suck,” I say.

Her brow creases. Because I know that’s a word she’s heard in those crappy teen dramas she watches.

I lean over and suck through the paper straw that’s already turning into a soggy mess. The sweet cherry chocolate flavor dances over my tongue, reminding me of my own first trip to a diner on American soil. Wolf had ordered cheese fries and cherry chocolate shakes and I’d been fucking hooked from the first second.

Arie wraps her plump lips around the straw and pulls. I lean forward, as if I’m waiting with bated breath on her verdict. Her eyes sparkle with excitement, and she sucks at the straw a little longer.Fuck. I feel like a dirty old man watching the way her lips purse, the delicate bob of her throat as she swallows. She sits back and studies me with a confused expression.

I clear my throat. “You like that, huh?”

Her teeth chase away her small smile as she bites her lower lip and nods.

Yeah, me too.

Me fucking too, little siren.

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