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449 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 14, 2011
“If someone like you, someone as unbelievably beautiful as you, as crazy and sweet as you, filled with attitude and courage with her heart in the right place, in a lot of right places even though her head normally isn’t… if someone like you shares her bed with me, then that says something about me.”
“No matter what,” he said, his voice fierce and strong and rumbling through me. “You told me I was home to you and I get it. You’re home to me. I’ve never had a home. I like the one I found and I’m not losin’ it. No matter what.”
“Outside my bike, never had anything important in my life been just mine."
My body stilled, so did my heart, and my eyes locked with his.
He started moving again, slowly, deeply and he kept talking. "Always castoffs, leftovers, used, sometimes even food from the dumpsters."
My heart started beating again, only to trip over itself; my breath came fast, not only from what was happening to my body but what he was saying.
"Vance-"
His lips came to mine, his hands moved out of my hair and went to the side of my face and he stared in my eyes, pressing deep inside.
"Mine," he muttered, his deep voice hoarse, that fierce undercurrent there.
His tone caused a shiver to run through me, straight through to my soul.
Then he kissed me.
And of course it was hilarious and fun! Jules is a funny lady and when she’s with Tex... well we know how things get when Tex is thrown in the mix!!!
“And for fuck’s sake, stop saying fuck!”
“The cherry poppin’ conversation in your living room was the topic of conversation for days. Mace taped it and played it for the whole team.” I was back to staring at him with my mouth open and I think my heart stopped beating. “Look at this as your way of getting even,” he finished.
“That’s it!” I declared. “No cookies for Mace. I don’t care if he did beat someone up for me.”
“She’s a badass motherfuckeress. She’d kick your ass soon as look at you. You’ve clapped your eyes on The Law. Count yourself lucky, sucker. Now, what’ll it fuckin’be?”
“The Law and her sidekick, Tex, the Crackpot Coffee Guy were on the job.”
“I’m just relieved that when you told me you knew what you were doin’, you actually knew what you were doin’.”
“Fuck, is that Indy Savage?” Zip asked, staring at Indy.
“Yes—” I began.
“Oh no. No, no, no. I don’t want Lee Nightingale on my ass. You are not draggin’ her into this. She’ll recruit Chavez’s woman and Nightingale’s sister and it’ll be the Rock Chick Renegades against the Denver Drug Dealers. I see rivers of blood and pissed-off bad boys denied their pieces of ass and they’ll come after me. No fuckin’ way, I won’t be a part of it.”
“From what I hear, you’ve had a lot of sweet things.”
“No. I’ve had a lot of easy things.”
“I know a couple of girls you’ve—”
“None of them smelled of melons, tasted of cherries or ended up worth the effort,” he said bluntly.
“Knowin’ I got something to live for now that you’re mine. Keepin’ it that way, workin’ at keepin’ this good like it is right now.” I stopped breathing and he kept talking. “I can go back now, to the rez, to my family with you on the back of my bike.” My lungs started burning with lack of oxygen, but that was okay considering my heart had also stopped beating. I figured I was going to die at any moment and I was totally fine with that. Vance continued, “They can see that, despite them, I made it to the other side, past their shit. While they lived their dysfunction, I worked my way to something better, ridin’ up with you wrapped around me.”
“You wanna explain to me how you’re all of a sudden close with Indy and her gang?”
I shook my head, not because I didn’t want to explain it, but because I couldn’t. “I have no idea.”
When he looked dubious I continued, “Honestly. I swear. I actually tried to get them to leave me alone, but I thought Daisy was going to take me down in a bitch-slapping fight when I told her my life was none of her business. Have you seen that woman’s nails? I’m not gonna go there.”
“Outside my bike, never has anything important in my life been just mine.”
My body stilled, so did my heart, and my eyes locked with his.
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“Vance-”
His lips came to mine, his hands moved out of my hair and went to the side of my face and he stared in my eyes, pressing deep inside.
“Mine,” he muttered, his deep voice hoarse, that fierce undercurrent there.’
“If someone like you, someone as unbelievably beautiful as you, as crazy and sweet as you, filled with attitude and courage with her heart in the right place, in a lot of right places even though her head normally isn’t… if someone like you shares her bed with me, then that says something about me.”![]()