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For months Colter worked out with us. It was nice because I got to know my best friend’s boyfriend and give him the stamp of approval. He’s really great and Quinn is absolutely gone for him. “Yeah, but I mostly sat around and gawked at him.” “You still mostly sit around and gawk at him.” She beams. “He’s hot. Gawking is required.”
“You want to play nice?” No, baby. I want to play dirty. Naked and really dirty. “For today anyway.”
“If you want to see me naked, all you gotta do is ask, princess.” “Skinny guys don’t really do it for me.” She turns on her heel. The fuck? I toss my shirt to the side. “I’m not skinny. I’m lean.”
He looks like an advertisement for bad boys, and everything inside of me screams, sign me the hell up.
“Lots of people think I won’t get back to where I was before.” “You’ll prove them wrong, princess.”
“You’ve done everything I asked, so tonight, you can order me around.” Knox hands me his helmet with a wicked smile I feel all the way to my toes. “Get on.”
“I’ll give you twenty bucks if you let me drive her around.” “I wouldn’t let you lay a finger on her for twenty bucks.” “The bike or the girl?” He smirks and lets his gaze slide over to me. Knox gets off the bike and holds out a hand to me. “Either, but especially not the girl.”
“He’s made some improvements though. Whatever you’re doing with him, it seems to be helping.” Something tells me that’s as close to a compliment as I’ll ever get from her. I guess if she wants to think it’s my magical vagina that’s helping him and not the training, so be it. Not the worst thing someone’s thought of me.
“Why’d you run away instead of telling me all this at the bar? Hoping I’d chase you?” “No. I promise I did not expect you to show up here.” “Good. I don’t chase.” “But here you are anyway.”
Hendrick eyes my bare chest with amusement. “Lose a shirt somewhere?” “Nah,” I say. I didn’t lose it. I know exactly where it is.
Lifting my shirt so he can reach more skin and then unbuttoning my jean shorts. I help him push them down. He swats at my hands when I try to do the same to my panties. “I want to unwrap you all myself.”
My throat burns with the need to say well actually, I can’t get enough of you either. In fact, I’m in love with you and wondering if you could possibly reconsider the whole I don’t do serious thing. I, of course, don’t say any of that. Not now and maybe not ever.
