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Of course, once was never enough, it never could be.

I’m still a fuckin’ smug son of a bitch knowing I took her virginity. Oh yeah, she gave it to me.

I was the first. And I don’t know what kind of asshole that makes me, considering our family predicament, but I’ve ceasedcaring about any of that. I’ve stopped blaming myself and I’ve moved on. Or so I thought…

“Don’t test me, Lu. Get on the goddamn bike.”

“You first.”

She turns and locks her car with the key.

“Don’t lock it,” I scold. “If you’re lucky, someone might steal it.”

“Hilarious.”

Stepping over to my sled, I pull out the spare helmet from my saddlebag and hand it to her.

She takes it without any words, her eyes meeting mine, and I realize what a big deal this was for her to call me. She really must have been out of options.

I don’t say a word as I mount my sled, kick up the stand, and start the engine.

I’ve never had Luna on the back of my motorcycle, shit, I’ve never had any bitch on the back of my sled. You start doing that and they get too clingy.

Luna, however, there’s no chance of that.

There is no denying the fact that she hates me now. I get that, but I don’t give a fuck.

Everything I did, I did to protect her. She can like it, or she can find someone else to cry a river to.

I turn my head as she considers how she’s going to do this and I’m here for the show. This ought to be good…

She hitches her skirt up to her thighs, and I almost lose my mind.

Fuckin’ stockings with goddamn garters.

A low growl leaves my throat, and she looks up. She can’t have heard that over the rumble of my straight pipes, but I’m sure by now she knows that look in my eyes.

“Are you getting a good look, Thomas?”

It drives me mad when she calls me that.

“You wear that to Rock’s office?”

“Obviously.”

“He tappin’ it?”

She looks at me in horror. “Aside from that being none of your business, he’s my boss.”

Good. She’s not. But still, if she’s wearing a getup like that, she’s got sex on her mind.

Don’t tell me women wear that shit just to feel good about themselves. What a load of crap.

“So that’s a no then?” I clarify, just to be sure.

“Why don’t you just stop gawking at me and ride.”

I take a deep inhale. “Shut the fuck up and get on and I will.”

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