I’d already said too much. There was something about this man with his deep brown eyes and low, raspy voice that made me want to tell him all my secrets. Regardless, if there was money or some incriminating flash drive, I wasn’t giving it up to anybody. Not even a biker with a killer body and a huge dick.
“Not much to tell. I let my dick rule my brain, which ended in a DEA sting and the disbanding of the Kings. It’s something that’s never gonna happen again.”
“I imagine you’re not the only man with thedick for a brainproblem.”
He huffs out a laugh and flinches. “Don’t make me laugh. It hurts too fuckin’ much.” He throws me a pointed look. “‘Cause right now, the Kings and getting the Kings back together is my main objective.”
I throw up my palms. “Fine with me. As I’m sure you got from my story, men or being with a man or any kind of relationship is hardly at the top of my list.”
“That’s not totally true.” That teasing smirk resurfaces. “‘Cause two days ago we?—”
“Yes, I’m well aware of what we did two days ago, but that was just a moment of weakness. A moment that will never happen again.”
“Ahhhh, you shouldn’t have said that. Don’t you know every man—and especially an outlaw biker—loves a dare?”
“That wasn’t a dare. It was a warning.”
He slowly nods, trying desperately not to laugh.
“You think I’m kidding?” I do some air boxing. “I picked up quite a few self-defense moves in prison.”
“I’ll consider myself warned.” He chuckles around his words.
“You won’t be laughing so hard when you have my foot lodged in your ass.”
“Shit, I love it when a woman talks dirty, but you got it backwards, babe. It’s gonna bemydick lodged inyourass.”
“In your dreams, and didn’t you hear me tell you not to call me babe?”
“I heard you—babe.”
“You are very annoying.” I throw him an evil glare, and he smirks wider.
“So I’ve been told by plenty of woman, but then they see my nine-inch dick, and it’s all good.”
I couldn’t argue him on that point. I’d had that huge dick inside me, and not only is he ginormous, he also knows how to use it. A rarity with most men.
“Like I said, moment of weakness that will never happen again.”
“You sound pretty sure of yourself.”
“Believe me, I am.” I push out of the chair, desperately needing distance between us. Two days ago was the first time I’d had sex in over a year. I still don’t understand why I came on to him since that’s not my usual, but I did, and now . . . if I concentrate hard enough, I can still feel him moving inside me. Every glorious inch bringing me to an even more glorious orgasm. A sensation I’d never experienced before and one I definitely want to revisit—just not with him.
“Why you staring at me?”
His words snap me out of my erotic daze. “I’m not staring.” I motion toward the hallway. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”
“Told you before, babe, although my dick is ready, I don’t think my ribs could take the pounding I wanna give you.”
“Just in case you need anything.” This man is truly infuriating.
“There is something you could do that wouldn’t require me to move much.” He flashes that grin, and if he wasn’t already banged up . . .
“I’m going to get you an extra pillow and a blanket.”
His laughter follows me out of the room. I slam open the closet door in my bedroom, then pull down an extra pillow and blanket off the shelf with more force than necessary.
I pause at the edge of the hall and take in Deuce sprawled over the couch, taking up every inch of space with his arm flung behind him and the other one dangling off the side. He’s removed his cut, but damn, not his t-shirt. His undone belt and tab of his jeans expose a trail of dark hairs starting at his lower abs and continuing down to what I’m sure is a perfect V. Such a sexy part of a man’s anatomy.
