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She threw one leg over the bike and climbed on.

And the motherfucker, reached back, grabbed her thighs, and pulled her closer.

Her arms went around his waist.

And then, they left.

And there I stood, fucking seething.

Yes, it was my own goddamned fault for being everything Talia had called me.

A chicken shit.

A coward.

‘My mouth starts talking before my brain can tell it to shut the fuck up. Because seeing the hurt in your gaze tears something in my heart. The beating organ I once thought was dead.’

– What Dominik wishes he could say to Talia.

Chapter 8

Dominik

I watched as Talia headed to the bar.

My eyes tracked her every move.

Well, by my eyes tracking her every move, I meant I was watching her ass.

Fuck me, but never before was I an ass man.

I had considered myself an everything man.

But... that was before Talia turned twenty-one and I started noticing shit.

Shit, I hadn’t noticed before.

Either I hadn’t allowed myself to notice it, or... because of Garrick, my best friend, it had been off limits.

But lately... yeah, I was noticing shit.

Fuck. Me.

Because she had an amazing ass.

The type of ass that would fit perfectly in my hands as I grasped her ass cheeks, and lifted her, those long legs wrapping around my waist, my cock nestled into her heat, her tits pressing against my chest.

I moved my hand down underneath the table to adjust my hardening cock.

Garrick had said something to Tatum, which caused her to laugh.

Alec was looking at Cassie with a lifted brow, which was followed by something he said in a growl.

Carter had his arm around Harlee’s shoulders.

And that was when I saw it.

A man had moved in next to Talia.

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