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than Blondie back at the clubhouse three weeks ago.

She held up a hand to tick items off. “First you kiss me and say it’s because you felt like it. Then you propose sex without strings when I told you that’s a myth. The very next day you shove your hand in my pants making me come on the goddamn floor of all places, and then I realize I’ve been played. Except when I’ve had time to think about it, and I ask if the no-strings thing is still on the table, you make it clear it is not. Now you’re asking if I had a crush on you, and you’re keeping me from moving. All of that makes you the worst!”

He knew there were many points he should make in response, but his smart mouth got the better of him. As usual. “I shoved my fingers in your hot, tight, wet cunt and made you come – spectacularly, by the way - and you’re griping about it being on the garage floor. And you don’t see why you’re ‘Miss Priss?’”

She clenched her teeth together, if the tension in her jaw was any indicator.

He stepped closer to her. “That is the epitome of prissy—”

She glared up at him, her tits grazing his chest with her deep breath. “I am not, because I liked it. No, I fucking loved it, and nearly mounted you to fuck your brains out. So stop with the damn nickname. And for fuck’s sake, I have to move because there isn’t a vibrator around powerful enough to relieve how horny you make me. I don’t understand why you have to have no strings. What the hell is wrong with a committed relationship? Why guys like you and Brute are against that sort of thing, I’ll never know because you’re both two of the best guys I’ve ever met, and I’m well-educated on douchebags and assholes.”

His lips pressed together with skepticism. “Don’t be so sure about that, babe. Brute and I are well-versed on being assholes.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Me and plenty of other women are well-versed on being bitches. That makes us even. Bottom line here, I got needs and living here isn’t helping.”

He grinned. “You’ve got ‘needs,’ huh?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Yeah. To be clear, high up on that list is getting laid by someone who isn’t going to love me and leave me. Because, newsflash, biker-man, my mother may have struck you as being a snob, but she taught me one damn thing really well. Never tie yourself to a man who isn’t all-in. What I know about you is, you’re only all-in when it means you run someone over, so thanks, but no thanks.”

He growled. “Don’t say shit like that, Stephanie. You’re making assumptions and you don’t have all the facts.”

Her face softened. “Fine. I’m sorry to say something out of ignorance.”

“Accepted.” He held his hand out. “I’ll take my spare keys, babe.”

Her lips quirked up, she dug into her pocket, and handed over the keys. “’Night, Har.”

He didn’t know why he couldn’t let her go. “You eat yet?”

She gave him a look. “I can’t say that I’m hungry. Later.”

Chapter 11 I Don't Feel Like It

Stephanie

I HAD NEVER MET A MAN so good at infuriating me. In retrospect, I had to give him credit. Deflating my tire to strand me here was inspired.

Taking his truck had been especially fun because I sensed he didn’t expect that. Plus, there was a certain Goldilocks element to it. I was in a vehicle I didn’t belong in, and I might have done some things to make it ‘just right’ for a woman to drive that monstrosity. Like, add floral air fresheners under the seats and a huge window cling of two plumeria flowers with flowing scroll lines between them. It looked surfer-chic, but was not something Har would like, because it was so girlie.

Yes, fucking with his truck was fun retaliation. It was a shame I wouldn’t be around when he noticed the shit I did.

Such was my life.

I laid on my futon and called Suzy to tell her all about my crazy day.

When I mentioned the confrontation with Har, she went silent for a long time.

“I hesitate to say this, but I think you should come back.”

My brows furrowed. “To Jacksonville?”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

I laughed. “That’s crazy, sis. I’m not doing that bad money-wise. I’m just not doing that good yet either.”

“And that’s what has me worried.”

“I’m planning to move out in a few weeks. Then things will be more normal.”

“Okay. Because I don’t think being around him is good for you.”

“Neither do I, which is why I’m making moves to get out. Found one place with potential, but I have two more to tour on a different side of town.”

“All right. And again, if you need help, I’ll do what I can for you.”

“No, Suzy. You’ve done so much for me over the years. Hell, I should be helping you.”

“Whatever. Talk to you later.”

My bladder was killing me, so I went to the bathroom. Returning to the room, I noticed my blinds were still tilted open for some natural light. I threw the door to but didn’t close it. As I stepped toward the window, the entire thing shattered.

I felt tiny shards of glass whiz past my legs and I heard a high-pitched squeal, which I realized was my own scream.

My door whooshed open.

I glanced over my shoulder, finding Har’s huge eyes on me. He gazed down at something on the floor.

“The fuck?”

I started to move, but his hand gripped my arm. “Don’t move. Your feet are bare and there’s glass fuckin’ everywhere, Stephie. I’ll be right back. Don’t touch anything.”

He did an about-face and bolted out of the room. A few minutes later I heard someone outside my bedroom and caught glimpses of Har as he poked around the area outside my window. His footsteps faded away, sounding as though he were walking the opposite perimeter of the house. I didn’t

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