not, she was part of his new life. He’d shed the past and forget about the demons haunting him. He’d start anew and finally accept he’d never be able to change the life he lived now.
The bathroom door opened abruptly and Kyra walked out completely nude, displaying gorgeous alabaster skin and nothing between her and the slight chill in the room. Her condo wasn’t nearly warm enough for this time of the year, not to mention he didn’t exactly approve of her living alone. That was something he’d have to rectify as soon as he came home from L.A.
“What the hell are you still doing here?” she asked casually, bending over while looking through a drawer connected to a vanity mirror. Since it was positioned directly across from the bed, it gave him a mouthwatering view of her pretty pink pussy. She pulled out a short black negligee and slipped it over her naked body.
“I told ya, babe, shit don’t work like that between us anymore. We aren’t dancin’ around, bitch. I fucked you and now, I’m claimin’ you. If we’re doin’ this, we do it for real. No half measures, no throwin’ me out because you wanna raise hell and don’t feel like talkin’ to me. You feelin’ me, princess?”
Kyra whipped around to face him. “ Princess? What. The. Fuck. First, you call me a bitch , and I’m supposed to be okay with you calling the shots ’cause you got a pretty face and fuckin’ alphatude? You think just because I let you have your way tonight, all the sudden you get to tell me what to do? Uh-uh, that doesn’t work for me and no, I’m not feelin’ you!”
“It’s not what you’re gonna let me do, it’s what I’m gonna do—whether you like it or not.” He stood and strode toward her.
“Um, no, I don’t think so, Trey. No man has ever told me what to do except my father, and I’m a grown woman now so not even he gets that privilege. I’ve been over twenty-one for a while now - no way am I gonna let some misogynistic biker tell me what I can and cannot do.” She folded her arms against her chest.
He glared at her as they played their game of the wills. It would have been funny if he couldn’t see right through her. She was scared to death, and in no position to negotiate anything because she had everything to lose. He could walk away from her and never look back, but staring into her bluer-than-blue eyes, it would break her.
Kyra loved her father and her brother but underneath her tough exterior, she didn’t trust men at all. They’d always let her down and there was absolutely no reason for her to take him at his word unless he proved to her he meant what he said.
Trey couldn’t possibly do that with words but he could do it with actions.
His hands grabbed her forearms and squeezed lightly as they faced off. “I get it, you’re scared. You think I’m just another prick who’ll turn your world upside down for a few weeks, fuck your brains out, and leave. It’s what men do to you because, deep down inside, you don’t want to let anyone in, and it’s killin’ you—not the fuckin’ men you use.”
“You don’t know anything about me, Trey,” she whispered though her tone softened and her eyes lost most of their hostility.
“I know what I see. And I also know what you see. I’m a big bad biker who’s never done nothin’ for no one. I swore allegiance to my brothers and fucked Cillian’s old lady, Brianna. She had my fuckin’ kid and I didn’t know anythin’ about that, not until he told me. He was scared I’d try to take her away from him but why would I when I got no fuckin’ right?”
Kyra blinked several times. “Trey, when did this happen—when did you find out?”
“Does it matter?” He let go of her and reached down to take her hands into his. “I couldn’t do that. I might not be the best person and I know I’ve done some bad shit over the years. Never said I was perfect and I never acted like I was. I loved Keri but that didn’t stop me from fuckin’
The bathroom door opened abruptly and Kyra walked out completely nude, displaying gorgeous alabaster skin and nothing between her and the slight chill in the room. Her condo wasn’t nearly warm enough for this time of the year, not to mention he didn’t exactly approve of her living alone. That was something he’d have to rectify as soon as he came home from L.A.
“What the hell are you still doing here?” she asked casually, bending over while looking through a drawer connected to a vanity mirror. Since it was positioned directly across from the bed, it gave him a mouthwatering view of her pretty pink pussy. She pulled out a short black negligee and slipped it over her naked body.
“I told ya, babe, shit don’t work like that between us anymore. We aren’t dancin’ around, bitch. I fucked you and now, I’m claimin’ you. If we’re doin’ this, we do it for real. No half measures, no throwin’ me out because you wanna raise hell and don’t feel like talkin’ to me. You feelin’ me, princess?”
Kyra whipped around to face him. “ Princess? What. The. Fuck. First, you call me a bitch , and I’m supposed to be okay with you calling the shots ’cause you got a pretty face and fuckin’ alphatude? You think just because I let you have your way tonight, all the sudden you get to tell me what to do? Uh-uh, that doesn’t work for me and no, I’m not feelin’ you!”
“It’s not what you’re gonna let me do, it’s what I’m gonna do—whether you like it or not.” He stood and strode toward her.
“Um, no, I don’t think so, Trey. No man has ever told me what to do except my father, and I’m a grown woman now so not even he gets that privilege. I’ve been over twenty-one for a while now - no way am I gonna let some misogynistic biker tell me what I can and cannot do.” She folded her arms against her chest.
He glared at her as they played their game of the wills. It would have been funny if he couldn’t see right through her. She was scared to death, and in no position to negotiate anything because she had everything to lose. He could walk away from her and never look back, but staring into her bluer-than-blue eyes, it would break her.
Kyra loved her father and her brother but underneath her tough exterior, she didn’t trust men at all. They’d always let her down and there was absolutely no reason for her to take him at his word unless he proved to her he meant what he said.
Trey couldn’t possibly do that with words but he could do it with actions.
His hands grabbed her forearms and squeezed lightly as they faced off. “I get it, you’re scared. You think I’m just another prick who’ll turn your world upside down for a few weeks, fuck your brains out, and leave. It’s what men do to you because, deep down inside, you don’t want to let anyone in, and it’s killin’ you—not the fuckin’ men you use.”
“You don’t know anything about me, Trey,” she whispered though her tone softened and her eyes lost most of their hostility.
“I know what I see. And I also know what you see. I’m a big bad biker who’s never done nothin’ for no one. I swore allegiance to my brothers and fucked Cillian’s old lady, Brianna. She had my fuckin’ kid and I didn’t know anythin’ about that, not until he told me. He was scared I’d try to take her away from him but why would I when I got no fuckin’ right?”
Kyra blinked several times. “Trey, when did this happen—when did you find out?”
“Does it matter?” He let go of her and reached down to take her hands into his. “I couldn’t do that. I might not be the best person and I know I’ve done some bad shit over the years. Never said I was perfect and I never acted like I was. I loved Keri but that didn’t stop me from fuckin’
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