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She pulled back and stared into my eyes. “Need to kiss you.”

“What?” I was towering over her, but she didn’t seem to mind. My dick was already hard, but there was no way I could fuck her while she was wasted like this.

“They all said I need to kiss you,” she explained.

“Doyouwant to kiss me?” I asked.

She nodded and leaned forward until our lips were touching.

How the fuck was I supposed to resist that? I let her take the lead for a few moments, her soft lips brushing over mine were all kinds of torture. Then I sat on the bed and dragged her into my lap. Her knees hit the bed on either side of me as she straddled me.

Raking my hands into her hair, I grabbed her, held her still, and devoured her. She tasted like alcohol and salt. And woman. A unique combination that made me crazed.

She melted into my kiss, moaning softly, rocking her pussy over my hard cock as I speared her tongue with mine.

My fingers tightened in her hair as I freed one of my hands so I could grip the fleshy curve of her ass, pulling her into me,rubbing my cock harder against her core. We couldn’t go much farther, not with how intoxicated she was, but damn it, I needed to touch her. To kiss her. To feel her skin against mine.

When we finally pulled away, she looked at me, her eyes heavy lidded and drunk on alcohol and lust.

I placed a soft kiss on her lips and dragged in a calming breath. “Keely…” I warned.

She kissed me again, her tongue brushing against my lips. “What?” she muttered as she tugged on my bottom lip with her teeth.

Fuck. Me.I needed to get this girl another glass of water and make sure she got to bed. If she kept going with this, I wasn’t sure how much I would be able to resist her. I really didn’t want to, but I wasn’t enough of a bastard to take advantage right now.

“Come on, Baby Girl,” I said, grabbing her ass in my hands as I lifted her while I stood. “Time for bed.” Turning, I put her down and unbuttoned her jeans.

She laid back on the bed, watching me with a look that was threatening to crumble the last of my self-control.

I tugged off her shoes, then pulled her jeans down off her hips and down her legs. She was lying there in nothing but her panties and my t-shirt and even though my cock ached, it satisfied me to see her in my bed. In my shirt. I had a feeling I was going to look back and realize that this was the point of no return.

Didn’t matter. She was mine. I just had to wait until the morning to do something about it.

Her eyes fluttered closed as the alcohol made her fall asleep. I tucked her into my bed and went into the bathroom to take an ice cold shower.

CHAPTER 19

Keely

Ipeeked one eye open early the next morning and groaned softly. It was too soon for me to be awake, but I had to pee. And now I realized how badly my head was aching. Since this was the second time it was happening—I had a hangover after our girls’ night, too—I just had to conclude that hangovers like this were going to be a part of my life now. And a hangover at thirty years old was very different than one at twenty, I was realizing. I clamped my lips together as someone shifted behind me, sucking in a deep breath as he moved.

He shifted again, his arm coming down over my hip, and then his breathing evened out.

I stared down at the familiar arm. There was no way. I peeked over my shoulder, and sure enough, Lock was lying there spooned up behind me. It was like every dirty dream come true. Then the embarrassment flooded in as I remembered everything that happened last night.

Covering my face with my hands, I silently reasoned out my options. I could throw caution, and embarrassment, to the wind, and wake him up in a way that would ensure we’d end up getting it on. Which was the ultimate goal here. Or, I could run away. Slip out quietly and hide somewhere until my embarrassment faded.

I’d danced with Warrant. Which had pissed off Lock. Had he… I fought to remember, but I was pretty sure he’d claimed me. In front of the entire clubhouse. And members of three MCs.

Please say that wasn’t a dream.

Mind made up, I lifted his arm—jeez it was heavy—and placed it aside while I scooted out of the bed. I tiptoed over to his bathroom and shut the door. Stripping, I turned on his shower.

I wasn’t going anywhere, but I stunk like alcohol and bad decisions, so I was going to wash that off before I woke him up. I opened his vanity drawers while the water warmed up and found an unused toothbrush. Ripping the packaging open, I brushed my teeth before hopping into his shower.

His soap smelled divine as I lathered it up in my hands. I scrubbed myself down quickly and then hopped out of the shower. Brushing my teeth again—I was still burping Long Island iced teas—I put his t-shirt back on, ignoring my panties and bra, and opened the door.

Hazel eyes latched onto me. He was leaning back against the headboard, his hands behind his head as he watched me.

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