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“And, what’s wrong with my clothes? It’s shorts and a t-shirt?” Fayth asked.

  “What’s wrong with it is I shouldn’t be looking at another man’s woman dressed like that,” Creed said, averting his eyes and looking out the back door.

  “Creed, I wore this same outfit last week, and you didn’t have a problem with it,” Fayth noted, putting her hands on her hips.

  There wasn’t anything wrong with what she was wearing. Maybe the shorts were a bit short, but I wasn’t going to complain about it. It was just more of her I could see when we weren’t in the bedroom.

  “Last week you weren’t knocking boots with that buffoon. Now, you’re his, and I shouldn't be thinking of you, at all.”

  “Ya shouldn’t have been thinking of her at all before,” I growled.

  Fayth leaned into me and laughed. “Easy killer,” she whispered. She leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

  “All right, this shit is too weird for me right now. I’m gonna call Leo, let him know you had a miraculous recovery, leave out how it happened, and then I’m gonna go chop some wood or something,” Creed opened the door and slipped out into the backyard.

  “Chop some wood?” Fayth asked, laughing. “When did Creed become a comedian?”

  I filled both of our cups and handed one to Fayth. “I think right around the time he realized you were mine, and he doesn’t have a shot in hell with you anymore.”

  “Oh, I’m yours, am I?” Fayth smirked.

  “I’m pretty sure that’s what we established last night, and this morning, Fay.” I set my cup down and wrapped my arms around her. “Do I need to fuck you right here to remind you?”

  Fayth glanced out the back door. “You think that’s possible?”

  I pushed her up against the counter and whispered in her ear. “There’s only one way to find out.”

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  Fayth

  Slider’s hands slid down my back and cupped my ass. “Just say the word, Firecracker.”

  I glanced over my shoulder out the door where Creed had just gone and bit my lip. “He’ll be on the phone for at least ten minutes,” I muttered.

  “Is that a yes?” Slider whispered.

  “That’s a you better fuck me hard and fast.”

  “How about good and fast?” He hands moved around to the waistband of my shorts, and he tugged them down my legs. “These are some damn short shorts,” he muttered.

  “I think that’s why they call them shorts,” I whispered.

  “I’d love to have you spread out on this counter naked, but I think all I’m gonna be able to do is pull this tiny triangle you call underwear off and bend you over.” He hooked his thumbed in the sides of my panties and looked me in the eye. “Last chance to back out.”

  I shook my head, and he pulled them down my legs. “No going back now,” I whispered, stepping out of my shorts and panties. I cupped his dick through his jeans and whispered, “I’m ready for you.”

  Slider growled, spun me around, and pressed my back against his front. “I guess I didn’t fuck you enough last night.” His hand traveled up my stomach, pushing my shirt up, and he cupped my breast. “You’re mine,” he whispered in my ear.

  A tremor rocked my body at his words, and his hand moved around to my back. “Slider,” I moaned when he bent me over and ground his jean-clad dick into my bare ass.

  “Shh,” he whispered. “You don’t want Creed to come in here and find you bent over with my dick buried in you, do you?”

  “You’d stop if he came in,” I whispered.

  “Would I?” The sound of his zipper sliding down sent a thrill through me, and I realized Slider was going to fuck me with Creed not even twenty feet away. “Maybe if he saw me with my dick inside you, he’d realize that you really are mine.”

  “I am yours,” I gasped as his hands grabbed my hips, and he pulled me against his bare dick.

  Slider leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Spread your legs, grab your ankles, and hold the fuck on,” he ordered.

  I shuffled my feet apart and wrapped my fingers around my ankles. “Slider, I’ve never—”

  “Shush,” he insisted. “Just listen to me and do what I say.” His hands parted the lips of my pussy, and he growled. “So fucking wet, just for me.” He flicked my clit, and I gasped, certain I wouldn't be able to be quiet.

  “Maybe we should go in the bedroom,” I suggested.

  Slider slapped my ass, the sound echoing around us. “Not happening. You want this, Fay. Don’t fucking deny it.” He slid his dick up and down the crack of my ass, and my body sang with anticipation.

  He slowly pushed inside me, and I closed my eyes at the slight sting of pain when he slapped my ass again. The walls of my pussy spasmed around his dick, and I knew it wasn’t going to take much for me to cum.

  “How the fuck do you do this to me, Fay?”

  “The feeling is mutual,” I gasped when he was fully inside me.

  Slider slowly pulled out, then slammed back in. “No one in my whole life has ever made me feel the way you do,” he moaned, thrusting in and out. “No one,” he insisted.

  He slammed into me, his fingers digging into my hips to hold on. “Slider,” I moaned.

  He slapped my ass. “Quiet, unless you want an audience.” I bit my lips and shook my head. “Good girl,” he drawled.

  I looked between my feet, saw Slider’s jeans pooled around his feet and I pictured what we must look like. Slider powered into me, and I closed my eyes, feeling my release coming. “Please,” I whispered over and over.

  Slider’s hand skated up my back and gathered my hair. He gently tugged my head back and the soft bite of pain was more than I could take. “Slider,” I gasped while he rocked his hips into me hard and finally pushed me over the edge. My orgasm slammed into me, and I couldn’t hold back the scream that ripped from my lips.

  “Fuck, fuck,” Slider chanted.

  He let go of my hair, dug his fingers into my hips, and pounded into me. I held on, knowing if I let go of my ankles, we would end up a pile on the floor.

  “Fayth,” he growled low. He groaned, frantically thrusting into me, and I felt his dick spasming inside me. I clenched the walls of my pussy, milking his cock while he came inside me.

  He thrust one last time, burying his cock deep inside me. “It’s a damn good thing you’re on the pill, because if you weren’t, there sure would be a condom shortage. I plan on fucking you like that every morning now.” He slapped my ass one last time and slowly pulled out.

  I released my ankles and stood, blood rushing to my head. I held onto the counter and looked over my shoulder. “That definitely is one hell of a way to wake up,” I purred.

  Slider stood behind me, his chest heaving and sweat on his brow. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”

  “But what a way to go, huh?” I asked, laughing.

  Slider shook his head and grabbed his pants from around his ankles. “Where did you find those panties?” he asked, nodding at the pale pink scrap of lace by the stove.

  “Pulled them out of my bag. I couldn’t find the ones I was wearing before.”

  Slider pulled my panties out of his pocket and held them up. “You mean these?”

  I snatched them out of his hand and laughed. “Those would be the ones.”

  Slider pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. “You sure do make me damn happy, Fay.”

  “Stealing my underwear makes you happy?”

  “Well, that, and you just being you.”

  I buried my face in his neck and sighed. I didn’t know how I had gotten so lucky to have this man holding me, but I knew I was going to do everything I could to make sure he never stopped. “Do I get the breakfast Slider Special now?” I mumbled.

  “I’m pretty sure you just had it,” he chuckled.

  I smacked his shoulder. “Ass.”

  “And we’re back to me being an ass. Full circle, Firecracker.”

  I rested my head on hi
s shoulder and smiled.

  Full circle, and I was pretty damn happy with where we were.

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  Chapter 33

  Slider

  “You’re an ass!”

  I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jeans off of the floor. “No, I’m not.”

  “Then, why in the hell can’t I come with you to the clubhouse?” Fayth asked, tugging the sheet up over her body.

  I had just gotten done fucking her brains out, and her attitude was in full-force. “Because of what just happened here. I don’t get shit done when you’re around.”

  She sat up and clutched the sheet to her chest. “That’s not true,” she protested.

  “Fay, I was changing the oil on my bike, and the next thing you know, we’re in bed fucking like rabbits.”

  “You act like that’s a bad thing,” she pouted.

  “It’s not, but when I have things to do, you’re a distraction that I can’t pass up.”

  “So, you’re just going to leave me at home when you have something to do? Why can’t I come with you and hang out with the girls?”

  “Because they aren’t there. Meg and Cyn are going to be working, and I think the rest of them are at home or also working. King said just the guys were at the clubhouse.”

  “So, I have to stay here with Creed?”

  I nodded. “Yes. I won’t be gone long. Marco should be home from school soon. You won’t be stuck with only Creed for long.” I pulled my shirt on and grabbed a pair of socks out of my dresser.

  “I guess I could start on dinner. You’ll be home by then, right?”

  I glanced at the clock on the dresser and nodded. “I’ll be gone two hours.” It was only two-thirty, and I didn’t even think I would be gone that long.

  Fayth bit her lip and nodded. “I guess I can find stuff to do while you’re gone.”

  “You act like I’m leaving you for days, Firecracker,” I said, pulling on my socks and then grabbing my boots from under the bed.

  Fayth shrugged. “I guess I like having you around.”

  “And I like being around.” It had been two weeks since Fayth and I fallen into bed together, and we had barely been out of it since. Whenever she was around, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. “But I need to get some shit done today, Fay. The less distractions, the better.”

  “Can I call Gwen and Paige and see if they want to come over?”

  “Knock yourself out, Firecracker.” I shoved my feet into my boots and quickly laced them up. I was already running behind. I had told King I would be there at two to work on a couple of cars he had lined up.

  I leaned over Fayth and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Are you sure you have to leave?” she asked, tugging down the sheet.

  My eyes fell on her lush, full breasts, and I shook my head. I stepped back and put my hand over my eyes. “No. Not happening. Your banging body with not distract me. King will kill me if I call in and tell him I’m not coming.”

  Fayth laughed. “Okay, you can look,” she called.

  I peeked between my fingers and saw she was adequately covered. “Get dressed, have the girls over, and try not to get too drunk.”

  “Yes, sir.” She lifted her hand that was holding the sheet in place and saluted me. “Whoops,” she whispered, grabbing the sheet. “I promise not to distract you until you get home.”

  “Promises, promises,” I said. “Call me if you need me. I’ll be back soon.”

  Fayth nodded, and I made my way down the hallway before she tried to persuade me to stay.

  Creed was in the kitchen, headphones on his ears, and looking in the fridge. I clapped him in the back, and he jumped around.

  “Jesus Christ, man,” he cussed and tugged off the earphones.

  “What’s with those?” I asked.

  “These? These are the only thing that is keeping me from hearing you bang my boss’ sister.” Creed tossed them on the counter and turned back to the fridge. “Bunch of fucking rabbits,” he said under his breath.

  I laughed and grabbed the keys to my bike off of the counter. “I gotta run to the garage for a bit. Keep an eye on Fayth for me? She was thinking of inviting some of the girls over.”

  Creed rolled his eyes and grabbed a container full of leftovers out of the fridge. “Great, me and a bunch of women.”

  “Don’t act like you don’t like it,” I said, laughing.

  “Yeah, yeah. I’ll keep an eye on her. That’s my job.”

  I glanced at the clock over the sink and knew I was going to have to book it to make it to the club before King reamed my ass out. “Later,” I called as I stepped out the front door.

  I swung my leg over my bike that I had pulled out of the garage earlier and cranked her up. The curtains in my bedroom moved to the side and Fayth stood there—naked from head to toe.

  “Jesus Christ,” I whispered. She blew me a kiss and cupped her tits in her hands.

  I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed her number. She disappeared from the window and answered her phone. “Yes?” she said coyly.

  “Giving me a little show?”

  “Just reminding you of what you’re missing.”

  “Behave,” I muttered.

  “Okay.”

  “Hey, Fay,” I called before she hung up. “I’ll never forget what I have, Firecracker.” I shoved the phone in my pocket and slid my sunglasses over my eyes.

  Fayth Banachi was the one woman I could never forget.

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  Chapter 34

  Fayth

  “How does he not have margarita mix?” Gwen asked while she surveyed the small bar Slider had in the basement.

  “Probably because he’s a guy, and beer and whiskey are what he drinks,” Paige said, twirling one of the handles on the foosball table.

  “You know you’re going to have to rectify this, right, Fayth?”

  I laughed and grabbed a bottle of amaretto. “I promise the next time you come over that we will have a full bottle of margarita mix.”

  “Do you have sour?” she asked, eying the bottle in my hand.

  “Of course. It’s upstairs, though.”

  “Sweet. I brought some chips and salsa over. I figured we can snack while we watch you make dinner,” Paige replied.

  “Sounds like a plan to me,” Gwen chimed in. “Lead the way, woman.”

  The door to the garage opened and closed, and I rolled my eyes. “Creed’s declaration of staying in the garage the whole time lasted a whole five minutes,” I laughed.

  “Typical man, says one thing and does the other,” Gwen agreed, shaking her head.

  Gwen followed behind me, with Paige bringing up the rear.

  “I see you lied about staying in the garage,” I called to Creed when were halfway up the stairs. I heard his heavy footsteps in the laundry room, and I smiled over my shoulder at Gwen.

  The smile on her lips fell and the color drained from her face.

  “Hello, Fayth. It sure is nice to finally hear your voice.”

  I whipped my head around and saw Dr. Stevens standing on the landing. “Dr. Stevens?” What the hell was going on?

  “Oh, and you have your friends with you. This will save me from paying them a visit later.” He pulled a needle from behind his back and held it up. “Now, be a good girl, and let the doctor check you over.”

  Gwen grabbed my arm and yanked me down the stairs.

  “Creed!” I called as I stumbled down the stairs.

  Dr. Stevens shook his head. “Creed won’t be bothering us anymore. He was always around—him and that biker you’ve been fucking aren’t going to stop me this time.”

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  Slider

  King leaned against the fender and crossed his arms. “You gonna have this car done today?”

  I was elbow-deep in an old Caddy, and only an hour into the job. “I’m hoping on it. Should only be another hour to get it all done.”

  “Good. This car has been sitting here for three days waiting fo
r you.”

  “Sorry, brother.”

  King smirked and shook his head. “No need to apologize. I remember how it was the first time I got a taste of Meg, I couldn’t get enough. Hell, I still can’t get enough.”

  I wiped my hands on a towel and grabbed a wrench off of the cart next to me. “I definitely ain’t complaining,” I laughed. “She just distracts the hell out of me. Hell, when I was leaving today, she pulled back the curtains in our bedroom, naked as a jaybird, and blew me a kiss. The woman is going to be the death of me.”

  “Nice,” King chuckled.

  Yeah, it definitely had been nice. So nice that I hadn’t been able to get the picture out of my head.

  “Yo, your phone,” King said, nodding at the workbench. “I gotta head up front. Holler when you’re done with this.”

  King made his way across the shop, and I grabbed my phone and saw that it was Leo calling. “‘Leo?”

  “Slider? You with Fayth?”

  “No, she’s with Creed. I had some things to take care of. You need her?”

  “No, I was just making sure that someone was with her.”

  “Why?” I tossed the dirty rag on the bench and leaned against it.

  “Her doctor called me today. Asked if he could see her. Said he was interested in how she was doing.”

  “She’s doing fine. She doesn’t need to see the doctor.”

  “Well, he’s on the way there. Hell, he’s probably there already. He called me over two hours ago, but I didn’t get the chance to call you right away.”

  “Wait, he called you?” I grabbed my keys off the bench. Why would he call Leo? What could he possibly need to see her for? Unless… fuck!

  “Yeah, he said he needed to close out her case or some shit like that. He’s her doctor,” Leo reminded me.

  “No, he’s not, Leo. He’s Big A’s doctor.”

  All the pieces fell into place, and I sprinted across the shop and hollered for King.

  “Son of a bitch,” Leo barked. “Get to her now!”

  King peeked his head out of his office. “What’s up?”