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wasn’t how I operated with females. If a woman had fire, all the better. I liked my women to have some attitude, they couldn’t survive in my world if they didn’t. ’Sides, my dick liked that naughty gleam in her wide eyes, the way her full lips curved into an easy smile while she openly studied me. While we stared at each other, I had the weirdest feeling of anticipation, something I hadn’t felt in a long time when it came to a woman. Shit, with as busy as my life was, I hadn’t had time for a real relationship in years, just an easy variety of pussy whenever I wanted it.
    I studied her closer and figured she was in her early twenties, but something about the way she held herself made her seem older. Like she’d seen and done some heavy shit. If I was any kinda decent, I’d walk away from the temptation of this sweet young thing, but that was already impossible. She was my every wet dream come to life, and if her sass was any indication, she had a quick mind. Don’t care what anyone says, fuckin’ a stupid woman sucks ’cause eventually you’re gonna have to talk to her, and if she doesn’t have a brain in her pretty head it’s a short conversation.
    Her gaze flickered down to the name patch on my worn leather vest, then back up to me, eyes a blue so light they seemed mercurial in the light of the fire and scattered lanterns.
    “Why do they call you Beach?”
    Unable to help myself, I gently grasped her chin in my hand, running my wind-roughened fingers along the delicate slope of her jaw. Jesus, her skin was so soft I got off on just touchin’ her face. Even as distracted as I was by the unusually strong attraction between us, I decided to shelve that question for later. No way in fuck was I tellin’ her the origin of my name involved my favorite way to kill people, so a little diversion was necessary. Time to switch her thoughts to other, more pleasant things.
    “Like it when you say my name. Gonna like it even more when you scream it while I take care of your no doubt soft and sweet little cunt.”
    She might have blushed a little, but her gaze was all fiery challenge as she said, “Only if I get to return the favor.”
    “Baby, it ain’t gonna be no hardship to watch you wrap those pretty lips around my cock, that’s for damn sure.”
    The way her eyes locked with mine, her breathing hitched, and how she leaned into me told me one thing for sure—she wanted to fuck me. I could read it in every line of her smoothly muscled body, and my dick was more than ready to explore her no doubt fantastic cunt. I had no idea who she was, if she was one of the other clubs’ sweet butts or even someone’s old lady or wife. To be honest, I didn’t give a fuck. She was gonna be mine soon, every delicious inch of her. Those legs of hers went on forever and they led right up to a tight but big ass that taunted me to spank it like her panties asked.
    And those freckles killed me, a light dusting over her cheekbones and nose, almost totally covered with makeup, with more on her shoulders. Women do the weirdest shit, trying to hide parts of themselves from the world that they deemed flawed. Like those sweet freckles that made her seem younger than she was. At least physically. She had old eyes, the kind of weight to her gaze you can only get from experiencing some sorrow and heartache. It bugged me to see that darkness deep in her gaze, to sense a dangerous vibe coming from her that was at total odds with her California-sun-bleached-blonde, hot-girl-next-door look.
    Christ, the sexual chemistry between us was intense. I’d never felt anything like it, and I found myself dangerously distracted. Some motherfucker could pull a gun on me at this moment and I still wouldn’t be able to tear my eyes from all her glowing, tanned skin. She had these sexy thigh-high combat boots on that filled my mind with images of having those boots wrapped around my hips. I could all too easily imagine sliding myself between those