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“Much better.” He drags his thumb roughly over my lower lip. “I like it when you listen, Reagan. I think I’ll have to put you on your knees more often.”

The desire in his gaze is palpable.

Intoxicating.

My core is already humming for more when a phone starts to ring, cutting through the night.

“Fuck.” He steps back, tugging at his jeans.

Jesse breaks our gaze, and I feel the physical loss of it as I kneel in the dirt with my dress at my waist and my breasts hanging out the top.

The phone rings again, and I realize it’s Jesse’s as he zips his pants and reaches into his pocket.

“What’s up?” His voice is raspy as he answers, dragging me back to reality.

The dirt is cold and rough as a pebble cuts into my knee. I grab the truck and pull myself to standing, adjusting my dress up and down so it’s covering me.

Jesse has turned his back to me, and the magic from a moment ago slips further away by the second as I fix myself and brush my hair back with my fingers.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he grumbles at whoeveris on the phone. “Yeah, I’m good. Tell Ghost I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

When he turns to face me, all the lust has drained from his eyes. His jaw is tense, and his shoulders are tight.

“Steel needs me for something. I’ll drive you back to the house.”

I nod, my throat raw from screaming and swallowing his cock. A painful reminder of how I’m still feeling him everywhere while he already seems unaffected.

Jesse walks silently to the passenger door, propping it open and waiting for me to get in. He gathers the blanket, and we head back the way we came. But this time, the night seems darker. The desert emptier.

And the drive is quiet the whole way to the neighborhood.

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The hum of mybike soothes me as vibrations run like a current through my bones.

It’s been a long night, and it’s going to be an even longer day at this point. Minutes after I came down Reagan’s throat, Steel called me back to the clubhouse, effectively shutting down anything good about the evening.

Trouble started at Sapphire Rise, and Kansas, the strip club’s manager, needed help sorting it out. Since Ghost and I were the only two who weren’t wasted, it was our job to ride into the city and get it sorted. And for the first time ever, I understood why Ghost gets so pissed when he has to ride out in the middle of the night.

If leaving Luna alone in their bed is anything like dropping Reagan off at the house, then it can’t be easy.

We’d barely finished fucking, and I had to shove that aside and pretend I gave a fuck about what my president was telling me.

I couldn’t even look at her because all I saw was the night on replay. Her eyes softening when she asked me to kiss her. Her mouth parting with the pitch of her scream as I fucked her harder. Her willingness to drop to her knees in the dirt.

Like I deserve any of it.

What’s worse was the look on her face when I turned back around and told her I had to leave. There was still dirt on her knees and red marks on the back of her thighs from digging into the truck, and I walked away.

I’m officially the biggest asshole on the planet.

It shouldn’t matter.

I’m good at fucking and leaving. I’ve never been in a relationship that consists of anything longer than spending a few nights together, even with Sera. The past six years have been a series of one-night stands I barely care to remember.

If only I could reduce Reagan to the same thing so I wouldn’t have to deal with this ache kicking around inside me.

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