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bitch to cover up.”
    “Yeah.”
    Raven likely
heard my dark tone because she stopped messing with my tattoos and focused on
the line of hair from my belly button to where I quickly got hard. If she hoped
to distract my bad mood with another round of sex, she was successful.
    Finally dressed
and out the door, I was ready to eat a big lunch and enjoy Raven at her place.
The whole scenario of following her from the bar to the Johansson property was
set in my head. All I needed to do was keep Raven from getting any ideas about
returning to abstinence.
    We walked to the
underground garage where my bikes and truck were parked.
    “Here’s my hog,”
I said, gesturing at the mint black Harley. “You might remember it from the
time it was between your legs.”
    Raven shrugged.
“I’ve seen bigger.”
    Laughing, I
kissed the top of her head. “You are such a little liar, peaches.”
    “Stop with the
nicknames.”
    “I’ll find one
that fits you then you’ll have it tatted on your ass and the world will
applaud. Just you wait, dumpling.”
    Raven tried to
act offended, but she was in a good mood and her smiles came easily. Climbing
on the Harley, she sighed.
    “Lark warned me
about you,” she said, resting her cheek against my back. “Said you were
charming and funny. She’s right. You are funny. The charming crap might be a
figment of her imagination brought on from all those pregger hormones.”
    Glancing back at
her, I grinned. “Hey, sugar, if you want charming, I’ll charm the shit out of
you. First, we eat.”
    Raven tightened
her grip around me as I started the Harley. During the ride to Denny’s, my mind
wandered. The last twelve hours had changed me somehow. From watching Raven
fighting to finding her at the bar to taking her home and now with her wrapped
around me, I was different. I didn’t like different.
    When we arrived,
I decided to put a stop to the lies I was telling myself about Raven. Instead
of showing her how I felt, I was cold. I didn’t open the door for her or wait
for her to walk with me to the table. As I looked over the menu, I pretended Raven
wasn’t sitting feet from me with a frown plastered on her face.
    We ordered then
I stared out of the window. Raven sighed, took out her phone, and ignored me.
Now, I was irritated to have her focus off me.
    “You’re being
rude,” I told her.
    Lifting her gaze
to mine, Raven smiled slowly. It was a predator’s smile and I found myself
turned on.
    “If I don’t pay
attention, will you cry?” she asked.
    I smirked.
“Maybe. Are you willing to risk it?”
    “No skin off my
ass if you embarrass yourself.”
    “Cheater,” I
said, leaning back. “Talking about your ass to win an argument is bullshit.”
    Raven’s smile
faded. “You suck.”
    “True. Just long
enough to make you scream.”
    “Don’t act cute
now. If you want to treat me like shit, that’s your right. I can give as good
as I get.”
    “Are we talking
about fucking again?”
    Raven’s
expression ended my smile. In that moment, I remembered why she was abstaining.
She had bad luck with men. They jerked her around and I was doing it now. When
faced with their bullshit, she walked away and shut down her feelings. I was
risking the same thing. Unwilling to end our new fuck buddies arrangement, I
sighed.
    “I’m sorry. I’m not
used to this morning after chatting stuff.”
    “Then, why did
you want to chat?”
    “You’re the
first chick I’ve banged that was in the crew.”
    “Banged?” Raven
said, grinning. “Now, that’s the lack of romance I was looking for from our
relationship.”
    “I don’t want
you getting clingy,” I said, throwing the blame on her.
    Raven reacted
just as I expected with a middle finger in my direction. Grinning, I took her
hand and stroked the bruised fingers.
    “Why the Thunderdome?”
    “I have only a
few skills and I’ve already tried stripping.”
    “You were a
stripper?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow and remembering her dance