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“You haven’t even asked what’s wrong with me? You wanna see the goods?” She slowly spins in her chair, pushing her glasses back with a smirk. “I assumed you’ve lost your balls, sir. That’s what you want me to look at?”
“My balls are perfectly fine, trouble.”
“They can’t be. Because if they were there, you’d have asked me on a date by now, rather than following me around and faking medical issues to see me.”
“A scratch. You came here for a scratch?” I shake my head. “Knife wound.” Her plump lips open, and she stands, taking a step towards me. “It’s clean.”
“We will figure it out, I guess. Keep chasing and see what happens.”
“Whatever you want, trouble.” I push a stray curl behind her ear. Her breath hitches, and I stare at her shining lips.
I want to learn more about him. He makes me feel safe. And when he looks at me, he actually sees me.
strides over and hands me a cup. “Er, thank you.” “Wasn’t me.” He looks around the empty room, relaxing. “Let me guess—Conan?” “Yeah,” he huffs. “He’s at my workplace far too much, Hallie.” “I can’t stop him.” “Oh, I know. Once he sets his sights on something, you’re screwed.”
“Okay. Tell Conan I said thanks!” “Nope. Not getting involved.”
“Because you do nice things.” “Yeah? You like that?” Fuck. Is it getting hot in here? “Yeah. I do.” “Good.”
“Ah. Okay. Looks like I’ll keep delivering things to you then.” “Conan!” “What? Are you smiling?” he asks. Like an idiot—to the point my cheeks hurt. “Yes, Conan. I am.” “Then I shall continue my quest.”
rub my cock to try and relieve some of the pressure. The memories of her shaking around me. The way she tasted. Fuck. I let out a grunt and shove my hand under my boxers. It’s not just her memory that gets me going, it’s the thought of the future. What if she was into my kinks? Her running, scared and turned on, in the woods while I chase her. Her screaming for me as I bite and scratch her.
But she’s soaking wet as I thrust inside her tight cunt. Squeezing my eyes shut, my thighs clench as I imagine flipping her over on all fours and tugging on her hair. Using her and claiming her. But with every thrust, she’s stealing a part of me too. “Fuck!” I cry out as my cum spills over my hand.
“You didn’t tell me it’s Keller Russo, though. Did you? You never seen him fight? I brawl, he punches to kill. I’m about to have my head knocked clean off my shoulders.”
DADDY KELLER
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Conan. I’ve had Grayson here knock me into shape to fight you. Can’t have you caving my skull in. I got a lot of kids to get home to.”
“I’m Grayson. I’m here to kick your ass until you’re fight ready. And this here is Jax. If you can keep up with him and take Keller's blows, you’ll be unbeatable.”
WERE GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER
“The King of Chaos? We’ve met before, right?”
“And why did your last trainer quit? Declan was a bit sparse on the details.”
“I might have knocked him the fuck out.” Jax sniggers and Grayson turns to Keller. “You’re up first with him,”
“You think you two are here to watch? Grab a rope and join him,” Grayson orders Keller and Jax. After that is over, we’re up in the ring and gloved up.
“You and Keller wanna compare dick sizes after?” Jax taunts. “Trust me, Conan. You don’t wanna do that. He’s a fucking monster,”
“Come on, you gotta tell me now. How monstrous we talkin?” “Look, if you can take a right hook from me and still stand, I’ll tell you.” “Deal.” Is it weird that I’m excited for Keller ‘The Killer’ Russo to right hook me?
He lands a blow straight into my gut. “Fuck!” “I thought we were following boxing rules?”
“My bad. I don’t really play by any rules.” “Good.”
Keller shoots Grayson a look. “I’m going to punch you in the head in a minute,” he tells Grayson.
“You agreed to do whatever it takes. Suck it up, I’m sure Sienna would like a few scratches on your face.”
blink a few times. Did I black out? What the fuck? The room is fuzzy and bright. I look up, and Keller is staring back at me, amused. “You stayed up on your feet. Pretty decent.”
“Are you shitting me? You don’t know who owns that monster?” Pete says. Confusion hits me. “Yeah. Conan?” “Oh, holy fuck. Hallie. Seriously, leave him be. You’re way out of your depth on this one.”
“He knows I have his car. He gave me it. Stop panicking.”
“Conan?” “Yeah,” I growl. “Wanna tell me why my car is in a race and I’m fucking not?”
Hallie pulls into a space like she owns the whole damn night. She kind of does. “Nah. I’m not mad. That was fucking hot,”
“Hallie. What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” That voice. That accent. Oh, shit.
“Sorry? You nearly gave me a damn heart attack on that last fucking corner. A McLaren handles way smoother than your Shelby. Remember that for next time.” Next time? My head jerks up. He’s grinning. “You’re not mad at me? For using your car?”
“I’m mad you didn’t invite me to join.”
“The fact you took my car to illegally race it is one hell of a turn-on. And you would have won if you didn’t understeer that corner at the end. Fuck, if you’d have won, I probably would’ve made a mess in my boxers.”
“So just to clarify. You don’t care about me racing? I’m not about to get a spiel on how dangerous and illegal it is? And you’re not going to demand I stop?”
“I’m far from an angel. You’ve got skill. It clearly makes you happy. That’s what matters. That beautiful smile of yours is worth the mini heart attacks you give me.”
“What the fuck? No! I couldn’t give a shit about a bit of metal. You, Hallie. I’m worried about you.” “Really?”
“I’d give up every single car I own in a heartbeat if it was a choice between you and them. Hell, I’d give up everything. You just need more practice in the McLaren before you race again. And I would never dream of taking your Shelby from you in return.”
“You did good, trouble. I’m proud of you.”
“Baby, please don’t cry. I promise I’m not upset,”
“I’m not sad.” I sniff. “I’m happy, I think.”
“Should I be scared of you?” I whisper. “Everyone makes it out like I should be. Like I’ll end up dead with
He doesn’t answer. Just grabs my throat and pins me against the door.
“Are you scared of me?” he growls. “Or scared of what you feel for me? Because you know damn well I’d never hurt you. Does it matter who they think I am? The only version of me that matters, is the one I am with you.”
Ahhhhhhhhh
“If you want to just be my friend, maybe don’t call me baby. Or darlin’. Or trouble.” He chuckles low. “Darlin’, you have no idea. But I think we’re on the same page about one thing.” “What’s that?”
“That being friends ain’t enough.”
“I-I think you might be right, beastie.”
“Tomorrow? Let’s talk about it then? Yeah?”
“She looks perfect.” I nod. “Like her owner.”
