I am wearing clothes. Well, his T-shirt and my panties. “I’m not naked.”

“Fuck.”

He crushes my lips beneath his and grabs a handful of my ass, squeezing hard. Just like last night, we tear at each other’s lips, caught up in a frenzy. I reach down and as I’m about to grab his dick, there’s a knock at the door. He lets out an angry growl and rips his lips from mine.

“Fuck off!” He yells.

He turns back to me but whoever it is knocks again. I giggle at his annoyed expression.

“I said fuck off!”

“Sorry, boss. The sheriff is here,” the intruder says from behind the door.

“Fuck. Stay here. Don’t need him seeing you.”

He drags on his jeans and shirt from last night and closes the door behind him. A few minutes later, I hear his voice. I peek through his window, which gives me a perfect view of the courtyard, and I see him talking to the sheriff.

“Got reports last night of two men on motorcycles chasing and shooting at a car,” the sheriff addresses Gage.

“I can assure you, Sheriff, neither I nor any of my men were chasing or shooting at any cars.”

“For once, I believe you.”

Gage scoffs. “Oh, really? Why?”

“Description of the car being shot at matches your Mustang.”

Oh, shit. I look closely at Gage. He’s super cool, showing no signs of fear or even anxiety. He’s great under pressure. His actions last night proved that.

“I don’t see how that’s possible. Car’s been in the shop, getting some more modifications done.”

The sheriff doesn’t look convinced. “Where you were last night around eleven?”

“I was at Chiquita’s. Two of my guys were with me and can verify that. Along with everyone else who saw me there.”

“Mind if I take a look at your car?” He jerks his chin toward the trailer. “Or maybe just what’s in that trailer there.”

Oh, no. If I remember anything from last night, it’s that the car, along with two dead bodies, are in that trailer.

“You got a warrant?” Gage asks.

“You got something to hide?”

They stare each other down until Gage chuckles and shakes his head.

“You know what? Since we’re such good friends…”

The way he said “friends” indicates they’re anything but friends.

“...I’ll do you a favor,” he continues. “I’ll let you look in my trailer, without a warrant, just to ease your mind.”

“Appreciate it,” the sheriff replies dryly.

Gage motions to one of the guys who then springs into action and moves toward the trailer. I hold my breath. Dear God, I’m about to go to prison for murder. I watch as the guy climbs into the trailer and some others attach a ramp to it. Seconds later, the Mustang comes rolling down, looking like it just came off the lot. What the fuck? How did they fix it so quickly? The detective walks to the trailer and peers inside. He turns back to Gage with a not-so-pleased look. I can tell he knows he’s been duped. Damn, these guys are good.

“Well…thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Hunter. Have a nice day.”

“You, too, Sheriff Renley.”

He takes one last look around then climbs into his patrol car and drives away. I let out the breath I’ve been holding. That was close. I turn away from the window and see my jacket and phone sitting on the chair in the corner. I hit the big, red punching bag as I pass by, grab my phone, and climb back onto the bed. His room is neat but pretty basic – the bed, a chest of drawers, a nightstand. There’s also a flat screen TV mounted on the wall. Lying on my stomach, I check my messages. Just a few calls and texts from Chrissy. I better call her back.

“Ray! Where the hell are you?” She answers in a panicked voice.

“I’m fine. I’m at the clubhouse.”

“Oh, shit! Did you stay there last night?”

“Yes…”

“Oh, my God! Did you –”

I quickly cut her off. “No! Nothing happened. We just slept.”

“In the same bed?”

“Yeah…”

“Girl, you have nerves of steel. I woulda tapped that.”

“Yeah, well…no one’s tapping anything.”

“Yet,” she says with a giggle.

“Whatever. I need a favor.”

“Sure. Anything.”

“I need some clothes. And clean underwear. And shoes…oh, and my phone charger.”

“No problem.”

“I’ll ask Ron if he can pick you up. I think I saw stars in your eyes last night when he whispered in your ear,” I tease.

“Oh, Lord, Ray…he’s gorgeous! I’ve had a crush on him since forever.”

“Did you give him your number?”

“Of course.”

“Great. I’ll have him call you and you can work out pick-up. You remember where the spare key is?”

“Yup.”

“Lonnie won’t be home for hours, so you don’t have to worry about her.”

“Great! I’ll see you later.”

“’Kay.” I stop her before she hangs up. “Chrissy? How is he?”

“Not good. Locked himself in his room and won’t come out.”

“You think he’d talk to me?”

“Just give it some time. He’s hurt and angry. He needs some time to cool off.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you in a bit.”

I hang up and bury my face in the bed. I’m a horrible, horrible person. If I had listened to Gage, I would have broken up with him a long time ago. Even if I wasn’t going to be with Gage, I knew I wasn’t that into Chris. Instead, I made him fall in love me.

“Jesus Christ, woman! Where are your clothes?”

I look up just as Gage slams the door. “Clothes?”

“Clothes!”

He motions toward me and I look down. The shirt rode up and my ass is out. My lace boy shorts don’t exactly cover much. “You’re scared of a little skin?” I smirk at him.

“You’re the one who should be scared. Do you realize where you are?”

I tug on his hand until he falls onto the bed. He pulls me to him before he even stops bouncing. “Whatever. You’re not gonna do anything.”

“I’m not, huh? Just wait. I’m gonna fuck that smart mouth right out of you.”

“You think that’s the answer to everything, don’t you? If you don’t like something, you’re going to fuck it out of me?”

“Absolutely. Or just shut you up. You won’t exactly be able to use that smart mouth with my dick in your throat.”

“Oh, God! I may have a smart mouth but you have a dirty one. Clean it up with Orbit.”

“You love my dirty mouth. We both know how wet it gets you.”

“Really? How wet?”

“Dripping wet…soak-your-panties wet.”

I draw a ragged breath as I feel that exact thing happening. Goddamn it but he’s right.

“Maybe you should teach a class. Panty Wetting 101.”

“The only panties I’m interested in getting wet are yours.” He says, licking his lips.

I swallow hard as I stare into his eyes. “Yeah? Why don’t you see if it’s working?”

“Raven…”

I ignore the warning in his voice and straddle his hips, sitting directly on his growing erection.

“What are you doing?”

I adjust my position and discover the wonderful thing known as friction. I don’t know if it’s the roughness of his jeans or the hardness beneath it but whatever it is, it’s awesome. I rock my hips and he grabs them, steadying me.

“Don’t,” he commands.

I cover his hands with mine and slide forward then back. He closes his eyes, the internal struggle evident on his face. He wants me to stop, but he also wants me to keep going. I want to keep going. I roll my hips, grinding my pussy against his crotch. He groans and his fingers dig into my hips. I place my hands on his chest, grabbing at his shirt as the sweetest sensations flow through my body.

“Gage...”

He opens his eyes and I lean forward, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. He takes over, deepening the kiss and pressing down on my hips. With the angle and him controlling my movements, I feel like I’m about to come any second. I moan, moving faster and faster as I feel my orgasm approaching.

“Fuck, babe.”

He rolls over, putting me beneath him, then tries to pull away. I wrap my legs around him and keep him in place as I grind on him. He is not denying me this. “Gage, please…I’m almost there.”