I definitely wasn’t prepared for the muscled, over six-foot tatted biker who strolled into The End like he owned it already. His dark brown eyes, and jet-black tousled hair brushing the collar of his t-shirt—a worn, black, Harley t-shirt that fit him in all the right places.
“I want to hear every dirty detail.”
“To sum it up, we had a couple shots of bourbon, then I basically came on to him.”
“I’m sure he didn’t put up a fight with your bangin’ figure.”
In truth, I’ve always envied Evie’s tall, slim figure, and of course she wanted my curvy hips and the boobs I’ve had since sixth grade (and, yes, the boys noticed, namely Jimmy Thompson, who teased me relentlessly.)
Evie scrunches up her face. “Although, I have to say, those baggy jeans and stretched-out t-shirt do nothing for your fabulous body.”
I wave my hand over myself. “I dressed for cleaning, not seduction.”
“Go on,” Evie prompts.
“Let’s just say, he gives tall, dark and handsome new meaning. As in, roughed-up, swaggering bad boy with bulging muscles and a . . .”
“And a what?”
“His muscles weren’t the only thing oversized, and better yet, he knew how to use it.”
My mind drifts to his overall strength as he held me captive and overpowered me in the best way possible. I can still feel his hands on me, his mouth on me and, oh god, his dick in me. This veritable stranger I’d never see again wound me up in the best possible way. Did that make me a slut? Probably, but what concerned me more was the never seeing him again, since I most definitely pissed him off big time.
“OMG, I leave you alone for two days and?—”
“I can’t even blame it on Deuce because, to his credit, he tried to resist, but it was like my mind left my body for those glorious minutes of insanity. Glorious and earth-shattering, all the adjectives the romance books brag about came true.”
“After all you’ve been through, I can’t say I blame you.”
“It has been a while, but whatever happened with Deuce never happened with anyone else. Not even with stupid Blade, who I trusted, who I thought I loved, who betrayed me in the end.”
“You mean you finally . . .”
“Yup, and it happened—twice.”
“What?”
“Yup, Deuce knew what to do with his fingers as well as his huge dick, and it was amazing, just like you said.”
Embarrassing to admit, but ten minutes ago, I experienced my first ever orgasm, and it was even better than I expected.
“Good for you.” Evie embraces me in a tight hug like I’ve made some huge accomplishment.
“I guess you could blame my lapse in sanity with Viper’s unnerving visit, or the way Deuce tossed Viper out, but the fact remains. Viper was definitely intimidated by Deuce, which would make Deuce even more dangerous, right?” I ask Evie the obvious question.
“Viper’s just a bully like Bullet and the rest of the Dogs. They’re fine pushing people around until someone bigger and stronger comes along, then they back down,” Evie says.
“That explains the Dogs perfectly,” I agree. “Still doesn’t help my present situation though.”
Evie waves her hand around the room. “Although I have to say, aside from the broken glass, the place looks a lot better than it did a week ago.”
“Like I told Deuce, I got nothing but time.”
“You told him?”
“No.” I lower my voice. “You’re the only one who knows. Well, you and my PO.”
Evie’s gaze drifts to my foot, and I pull up the leg of my jeans. “Still there, monitoring my every move.”
