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known that was possible.
    “Atta girl,” he growled, rising up onto his
arms again, pushing against her hard enough that his hips dug into
her ass cheeks.
    Her eyes flew open, set on the mirror over
the dresser across the room. She loved this room for its mirrored
dresser. She could watch him this way, and he was a true thing of
beauty when he fucked her.
    The muscles of his arms and chest bunched and
strained. His eyes on her body were intense, and when it felt good
he let his head loll back, eyes closed, face giving everything
away. Like it was right now.
    Seeing that started the build again, and she
tried moving but this position gave her no room for it. He had her
pinned with her legs trapped under his, one hand on her lower back
with the other still in her hair.
    He opened his eyes again, and that’s when he
saw her watching in the mirror. He knew she did that, it was no big
embarrassment. He grinned at her, bit his lip and planted both
hands on the mattress at her sides. Then he fucked her. Really
fucked her, like bodies bouncing on impact kind of relentless
thrusting. Now she could push back, raising her hips into him, the
angle perfect. So perfect.
    She was coming, and as she planted her face
in the mattress to keep from crying out he jammed a hand under her
chin, pulling her up to see the mirror. She was flushed, looked
wild and out of control, and he looked the same.
    “Watch it,” he was growling, so close to her
ear. “Watch yourself come. It’s fuckin’ gorgeous.”
    As he was saying it she was doing it, her
body clenching and tightening under and around him. Her mouth fell
open but still she made no sound, just waited for the tremors to
pass.
    With a curse he yanked her back up onto all
fours, pounding into her, not letting up for a second. One hand
went under her stomach, sliding up to pinch and pull her nipple.
She had to bite her lip again and close her eyes, concentrating on
where the next orgasm was coming from.
    “Scream for me, Sharon.”
    She shook her head, eyes closed.
    “Look at yourself.”
    Again she shook her head, refusing to give
in. His thrusts became more vicious, how she liked them. As another
orgasm was building his thumb pressed over her anus and her eyes
flew open, meeting his in the mirror. He was grinning.
    “Got your attention now?” He wasn’t probing,
just teasing. Tickling. It felt fantastic, and her mouth fell open,
impossibly on the doorstep of another orgasm already. It hit hard,
and she did cry out but dropped her face into the mattress
so it was muffled.
    She was gasping, blinking, trying to orient
herself as he pulled free and all but tossed her onto her back.
“You’re not tired already, are you?”
    She shook her head, smiling now. “Not even
close.”

Chapter Four
     
    “Another one already?” Buck spoke for the
table this time.
    Sachetti was requesting a last minute
delivery, but at least it was a shorter one-day trip. Pick up in
Hazeldale, drop off on the far side of Bakersfield, delivery at a
warehouse. The Hazeldale pick-up was the real stumbling block.
    “No Gypsys to worry about,” Jayce pointed
out.
    That was just because they’d been wiped out
by the brand new Red Rebels Nomads. Not a single man with Gypsy ink
was drawing breath, save the one that was a possible Fed, and no
one felt any guilt over that. But trepidation over venturing onto
the turf was still kicking around for good reason. There was always
the chance that the town stood behind their MC, but Fritter didn’t
see how that was possible. He knew the Gypsys were assholes, and he
couldn’t see them doing any of the warm and fuzzy community stuff
that the Red Rebels did. These Gypsys had been old-school, hard
core, one-percenters. Maybe the town would be grateful to be rid of
them, but that meant the Rebels had to behave themselves. They
might be given a good stink-eye.
    “It’s just the pick-up, right?” Fritter
wanted clarified. “I mean, we’re basically driving in,