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“What?”

“You can’t get all defensive every time I ask you a question.”

“I can and will if you ask shit I’m not comfortable explaining.”

She throws her hands up and slings her body down into the pillows.

“Fine, go work. Just know I have the day off and I’m going to be in bed with my pink friend. He doesn’t get his panties in a bunch.”

My eyes dart to the sex box she keeps under her bed and images of her fucking her sweet, little pussy with her pink dildo make my mouth water.

How am I supposed to work now?

Reaching for the little box where her pink friend lives, I pull it out and yank back the sheet.

Her little screech is cute, but her curvy, bare body is sexy as hell.

Grabbing her ankles, I pull her to the end of the bed in a swift, rough movement.

I push her thighs apart and lick my lips when her slick pink folds open to me.

Turning the vibrator on, I tease over her clit with it and she grabs her tits, flirtatious and sinful as she pinches her nipples, keeping me locked on her lust-filled gaze.

Moving the vibrator down to her opening, I push it inside with ease and her walls cling to it, accepting.

Jolting my hand back and forth a few times, I fuck her deep with the vibrator.

I pull it out and moan at her essence coating the device, leaving a mist of her cum.

Bringing it to my nose, I inhale.

“This will keep me going until I get off work,” I tell her, shoving it into my jacket pocket.

No fun or orgasms for her today—not without me anyway.

Her pink friend is now my hostage.

“What the hell are you doing?” she whines to my retreating form.

My body has been in the shop for half an hour now, but my mind is still in Misty’s room toying with her as she squirms all over her rubber cock.

“What do you think?” Lucky asks.

Holding up a mock up for a client he’s been finishing since I arrived.

The intricate detail of the tribal shoulder piece he’s designed is stunning and I grin big at him.

“Looks awesome.” I was going to let him do some work on me at some point.

“Jude broke up with that Megan woman,” he informs me, shaking his head.

He places the paper down and moves through the door to go out back.

“You think I’m an asshole, but get this,” he shouts before coming back through, chomping on a candy bar,

“during an argument in front of the whole bar, by the way, she said to him,
‘But I fucking love you’
, and he said…”

Lucky pulls a harsh face and I throw a rag at him.

“Just get on with it, what did he say?”

“Well, I only love fucking you.”

He puts a fist to his mouth and makes an
“Ohhh”
sound.

“That’s cold.”

“I know, right? Parker refused to serve him all night afterward,” Lucky laughs, polishing off the candy and cracking his can of soda open.

I smile. Parker’s feisty and a parent to a girl, so she has more reason to dislike men treating women like shit.

“So, what’s the deal with this Haley woman?” he asks, changing the subject.

I’ve been waiting for him to ask about her, but he’s been quiet on the matter, which is unlike him.

“She’s someone I knew a long time ago.”

“And?”

“And I owe her.”

“What’s with the scars?”

I glare at him, the burning anger that always accompanies the thought of those scars fizzling and sparking under my skin.

“People hurt her because of me,” I say, surprising myself.

He doesn’t push me further.

Instead, he opens one of his sketchpads and shows me some new work he’s been drawing up.

Walking down the grocery aisle, my mind is a fog of sexually satisfied musings.

“Misty, are you even listening to me?”

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

Parker sighs and points to Lucky, who is cart surfing down the aisle.

“Why did we have to bring him?”

I bite the side of my cheek to keep from laughing at her attitude toward Lucky. She changes her mind about him as often as she does her underwear and today is a pissed-at-Lucky day.

“Ha! Look,” Lucky shouts, turning bottles of Tide laundry detergent on their side. “The tide has turned.” He grins, pleased with his little joke.

“Urgh, God, why?” Parker complains again.

He disappears and returns holding a box of Lucky Charms.

“They’re mine, and I do.” He grins.

“I need alcohol,” Parker announces, leaving me with the hyperactive Lucky.

“Quit it and get the food we need,” I scorn him.

Six is putting together a barbeque for Haley’s birthday and we’ve been sent to get supplies.

She’s been staying at his house for three weeks now and keeps herself pretty much huddled up there, popping into the bar rarely just to ask Six for money for food.

He’s been spending every night at the apartment with me.

We’ve gone from denying there was anything between us to being full-fledged together, but I’m not complaining.

I’m falling deeper and deeper in love with him, but there’s also a niggling in the very far back of my mind waiting for him to revert back to not wanting us.

He hasn’t given me any reason to worry, but I do all the same, and I think it’s because I’m so happy.

This can be taken away at any moment and that’s terrifying.

When we get to the checkout, there are some self-serve registers and no cashiers at the other checkouts.

“I thought I was a barmaid, turns out I work at the grocery store too,” Parker bites out, loading the stuff on to the belt.

“I’ll bag,” Lucky volunteers.

“Try putting one of the bags over your head,” she sneers.

“Why? I’m not fucking you,” he snaps back, and a gasp leaves both Parker and me.

“What? She started it.” He shrugs.

These two are driving me nuts.

As soon as I pull up to the house, Six runs out to the truck and looks around the cab with a furrowed brow.

“Where are the other two and the food?” he asks.

I give a rundown of the entire trip without leaving out a single detail.

“And so, she began throwing the lemons at him and he picked up a bottle of soda, shook it, and opened it in her face. There was coke everywhere and she was screaming, so I ran and left them both inside.”

“So, no food?”

“They’ll bring it, if they don’t get arrested first.”

Opening my door, he reaches in, tosses me over his shoulder, slaps my ass, and takes me up to the house.

“I’ll just cook this rump steak,” he chuckles, sinking his teeth into my ass cheek.

Max is in the kitchen making a salad when we enter.

Wearing shorts and a tee, the material strains over his athletic frame.

Six said Max and Haley aren’t an item, just friends, but he’s a good looking guy and she’s beautiful, scars and all, so I don’t get why they aren’t together.

I’ve refrained from asking him about her markings.

Whenever I bring her up, his whole demeanour shifts and morphs, so I worry he’ll close me out if I ask too many questions.

“Hey, lovely,” Max greets, and his smile is intoxicating.

He doesn’t blink an eye or say anything about me hanging over Six’s shoulder, like this is all a very normal situation.

Without stopping, Six carries me through to the backyard.

The sun is high and warm and I’m glad I put a two-piece on under my shorts and tee.

It’s the perfect weather for a tan.

Gently lowering me to the ground, Six taps my ass playfully and then offers me a drink.

Jude is hanging out on a lounger with some new woman I haven’t seen before sprawled across his lap.

Haley appears from a side door, wringing her hands together.

She’s wearing sweatpants and a long-sleeved top.

She must be boiling.

Six leaves me to go to her and takes her hands in his.

He whispers something to her and she shakes her head no
in response.

“Drink?” Max asks, coming to stand in front of me, blocking my view of Six, who’s now a few feet away.

I miss his warmth.

Max lifts the tray of cocktails he’s holding, gaining my full attention.

“Thanks.” I smile, taking a glass.

Six turns back to look over at us and pins Max with a glare.

“I thought you didn’t drink?”

“I’d die if I didn’t. It’s a human need,” he jibes, walking toward Six.

Taking one of the glasses, he offers it to him.

“Don’t be a smartass.” Six glares, taking the glass and sniffing the contents.

“Okay, how about a sexy ass?” Max asks, flashing his teeth and winking.

Six’s whole frame stiffens.

They’re staring at each other in a stand off of some sort and it’s becoming awkward.

“You need to relax every now and then. Blood pressure, dude,” Max teases.

“I am relaxed,” Six growls.

“Shit, I’d hate to see you mad.”

“Get comfortable with hate then.”

My head moves back and forth between the two like I’m watching a tennis match and their jibes are the ball.

Haley ignores them. She’s seen it all before, it appears.

A horn sounding and Lucky shouting, “Food has arrived!” gains everyone’s attention—all but Six’s, who’s still glaring at Max’s back as he goes to open the front door.