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Jax chuckles next to him, "Oh, he was. I've heard
stories."

I look at Adam, "You're right, totally inappropriate.”

Jax looks at me, "Oh lighten up."

Dylan looks at Jax, "I'm just saying he needs to be worrying
more about school than chasing skirts.”

I know this isn’t easy for Dylan to be saying because he doesn’t
want to sound like a hypocrite. But I'm proud of him for at least trying to
speak up.

Luke finally puts an end to it, “You fuckers need to worry about
your own shit, and I’ll worry about mine. There ain’t no problems with me and chicks
because everyone knows the score.”

Everyone finishes eating, and the guys follow Adam over to his
bike so he can do his pre-race checks to his bike. I clean up our trash, and
before long the four of us are heading back to our seats in the grandstand
while Adam heads to the waiting area for the final race.

One again, Luke and I are on the edge of our seats yelling for
Shriller the Thriller, and he doesn’t disappoint us or the rest of the fans. 
He no doubt proved tonight why he is number one on the national circuit.  As
previously arranged, we meet him in the Winner’s Circle, so we can congratulate
him before leaving.

Adam gives me a hug, and I have a feeling Dylan is watching. I
also know that he’s just about at the end of his rope, so I keep the hug light.
But of course, my dumbass ex just has to goad my boyfriend who has no choice
but to stay silent. “It was really good to see you, Brooke, you sure you don't
wanna stay with me?”

I shake my head, "It was good to see you too, jerk. Take care
of yourself."

We say a final goodbye, and the four of us file out to the parking
lot.  It’s been a long day, and as much as I was happy to see Adam as well as
introduce Luke to him, I need a break from all the testosterone. When I get in
the car and look over at Dylan, I’m greeted by an icy stare and the royal
silent treatment for the ride home, and I hate it.

Dylan parks his car in front of my apartment building a little
after 10 pm. "Thank you for the ride."

Dylan nods, "You're welcome. Do you need me to walk you up,
it’s late?"

"No, I'll be okay. It's just right there."

Luke and Jax tell me bye, and I make my way inside.  I thought
Alex would be awake to question me about seeing Adam, but she’s already in
bed.  I make my way to my room quietly, and then decide to shower to wash away
the grime from the track.  I hate how Dylan and I left things. I don't want to
talk to him over the phone or texts. So, while I’m in the shower I get the
bright idea to sneak in his room and talk to him in person, and I’m hoping some
angry sex might be on the table. Win/win. I know he's never been in a
relationship before, and I also know he's committed to making us work, so there
is no point in letting any feelings from today fester.

After getting dressed, I leave Alex a note saying I had to go on a
call out.  I’m hoping she doesn’t find it until the morning so she’ll think I
slept here, that way I can sleep at Dylan’s. I’ve missed my man, and we need
some time.

I park my car down the block and walk to Dylan's French doors of his
bedroom, and briefly think to myself that maybe I should have sent him a text
first. I knock softly on the doors.
Nothing.
Great, this was a stupid
idea
. I try again a little louder, and then when he doesn't open, I pull my
cell phone out to send him a message. As I pull up a new message the doors open
and I see Dylan standing there shirtless, barefooted, and his jeans are
unbuttoned like he just pulled them back on. My panties get wet, and my nipples
harden. Just the sight of him and pleasure zings through my blood.
Good lord
he is sexy
.

"Brooke?"

I give him a small smile, "Hi, can I come in?"

He nods keeping his voice low, "Of course."

I go inside his room, and he closes the door behind me. "What
are you doing here?"

I should jump right to talking, but first things first. I walk
closer to him, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss his sexy lips. He seems
surprised at first, but then takes charge and kisses me with the intense hunger
I crave from him.

It’s hard, but I pull back because I know we need to talk. I put
my hand on his chest and try to get some of my wits back. “Sorry about today.”

He backs away a little, "What for?"

I sit on his bed and pat next to me. He reluctantly joins me,
"I'm sure it wasn't easy to be around Adam."

He shrugs. I love the tough guy attitude most of the time it's
sexy, but right now I need him to talk to me. "It wasn't that bad."

I look into his eyes, "Dylan, don’t lie. I was there and felt
every one of your looks and every change in your mood.”

He rubs the back of his neck obviously frustrated, "Alright,
it fucking sucked. I wanted to rip that cocky mother fucker’s head off most of
the day. And it wasn't just that he kept touching you or that he kept hinting
that he would love to fuck you. The worst part was not being able to say a
goddamn word.”

I nod, "I know."

"Yeah, and you introduced me as a friend. A fucking
friend."

I stay calm and patient. "I had to. Jax and Luke were
standing right there."

"I know that, but it sucked."

I place my hand on his thigh, "I know, it was difficult for me
too."

"And then all the times you two were alone together. I'm sure
he hit on you more than once.”

“We mostly just caught up. Talked about our careers."

“Then what was that shit about him asking you if you wanted to
stay with him?"

“That was just to get a rise out of you.”

“What?”

“He asked me earlier if I wanted to stay the night with him, and...”

Dylan jumps up from the bed, "I fucking knew it. See and I
couldn't do a damn thing about that."

“And I told him I had a boyfriend, and he answered me, “Dylan is a
lucky guy.” I’m pretty sure he caught on to all that pissed off possessiveness
you were shooting at him. He was actually pretty cool about it. He even told me
he hopes you treat me good, which I told him you do by the way.”

Dylan throws his hands up, "That's not the point. Why the
hell do you have to hang around all of your exes?"

"I don't. I only see Adam maybe once a year. And Trevor
doesn’t qualify as an ex if you think about it.  Do you lump all your one-night
stands as your exes?” I question.

“Not fucking hardly, but I never see them again.  Once I’m done,
I’m fucking done….literally.”

“Oh, and Joy, you don’t see her after you slept with her? She
works for you.” My voice is all kinds of bitter.

I have no idea how this conversation went so sideways.

"She was a fucked up mistake, and the night after it happened
I moved up here. Jax is just worried about firing her; that’s the only reason
she still works for us.” He sighs heavily and sits back down beside me on the
bed. “Brooke, I've known you for a little over eight months, and I've met
everyone you've slept with, except for that weasel dick from college, but still
I had to see him."

I guess that's true. He continues still keeping his voice low,
"And can't you find just a normal guy."

I look at him complexed, "They are."

He looks at me from the corner of his eyes, "Right. We have
the fucking rock star, the motocross champion, and the hot shot lawyer.
Completely normal."

I can't help, but to let out a small giggle, "You're right, I
mean how will you ever compete with that? With you just having two insanely
successful custom shops grossing millions in your 20s. And your looks, yuck! I
mean you are practically hideous."

He cracks a grin and turns to me, "I don't know how to deal
with being... being..."

I smile and touch my forehead to his, "Jealous?
Possessive?"

He nods, our foreheads still touching, "Yeah, I'm not the
jealous type or the possessive type."

“Well you were today, and I’m probably fixing to set feminism back
about 100 years, but I think my boyfriend being all jealous and possessive is very
sexy. And I think he needs to show me who I belong to so I don’t forget ever
again.” I say innocently, teasingly.

He sits up, "This would just be a fucking lot easier if I
could tell all those assholes that you’re mine.” He growls.

I smile, "I am yours."

"You’re goddamn right."

He kisses me deeply pushing me back on the bed. He grabs the hem
of my shirt as I reach to push down his jeans. After he sucks one of my nipples
in his mouth, he makes short work of the yoga pants I threw on. Soon we’re
naked and panting. Our hands roam with urgency over each other’s bodies laying
claim. Finally, Dylan laces both of my hands in his on either side of my head
and stares down at me, looking all the way into my soul.  “Say it again,” he
demands.

I wrap my legs around him tightly and return the soul penetrating
gaze, “I’m yours.” His erection is already nudging my entrance and easily
slides in, further claiming me as his. We lie there a moment just savoring.
When I can’t stand the anticipation any longer, “Take me, Dylan.” I urge.

Without breaking eye contact he pulls back, and on the next stroke,
he impales me swiftly and deeply and urgently, which sets the pace for our race
to completion. We meet on the cliff, and fall at the same time satisfied only
for the moment. With Dylan and me, there’s always going to be the need to lay
claim to each other, and our secret only perpetuates that need.

I look up at him, how is it that we only met less than a year ago?
He leans down and kisses me again before showing me again exactly how I’m his.

The next couple of weeks pass swiftly. Other than getting to sneak
in to see him at night a couple of times, we’ve only been able to text or have
random calls.  Our jobs are keeping us too busy to make this forbidden
relationship easy on either of us. It’s not like I can get off work and see him
or spend the evening with him.  I hate the weeks without a Tuesday meeting.
Everything has been going so good for them, which of course is wonderful and
what I want, but I have caught myself wishing lately that someone would get
into a tiny bit of trouble so I would have a reason to see Dylan. I crave
Dylan's body and not only that just being held by him.

There are so many nights after getting off work from a bad day
that I need to see him, have him hold me, and make me forget for a while how
fucked up my job can sometimes be. Like tonight. Today was bad for me. My
client, Sarah Freeman, decided to go back to her abusive boyfriend, which meant
my day started off going to see her in the hospital.

Seeing her lying in the hospital bed, broken and beaten was bad enough,
and then I had to take the kids to a temporary foster home, and I hate it every
time I have to drop kids off somewhere. I stayed a while to make sure they were
comfortable in their temporary home, at least, I hope it’s temporary. Sarah’s
track record isn’t looking too promising, and there’s only so much I can do
before my hands are tied.

Once I made it to the office, I had a meeting with a particularly
nasty lady who hates me because I tried to get her involved in programs to help
her out of a bad financial situation, and frankly all she wants is her welfare
check.

It’s the last Thursday of the month, and that means I also had to
meet with the judge and Janice about the Monroes. The judge seriously hates
Dylan, and now that I know why I have no respect for him. It was hard to sit
there with him and tell him everything positive just to have him sneer or roll
his eyes in disbelief at anything good Janice, and I said about Dylan. I did,
however, get the courage to ask him to reconsider the full year. He said he
would, but I won't hold my breath.

At 7, I finally decide to call it a day, and as soon as I make it
to the parking lot I see Dylan's car parked near mine. I hear my phone ring,
and I answer it when I see its Dylan, "Hello?"

"Follow me."

I bite my lip, "Okay." This must be about the text I
received earlier asking me when I would be getting off work.

I follow Dylan for about 15 minutes out of town to a rural area.
He turns to go down a gravel road. As I follow him, the anticipation is killing
me, because I have no idea what he’s up to. Finally, he pulls off the road and
into some trees.  There isn’t a house or sign of any traffic. The sun is almost
down. We both get out of our cars, and I hurry over to him unable to hide my
excitement. "What are we doing out here?"

He wraps his arms around my waist and looks out at the sunset.
"I missed you and didn't want to have to wait until late tonight for you
to sneak into my room to be with you.”

My day doesn’t seem so bad anymore.
 
"I’ve missed you too." I look around at the abandoned land, "How
did you know about this place?"

"Cruising with my friends in high school. We used to come out
here and drink beer."