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CHAPTER
TWELVE

 

Susan had pulled up every hurtful thing anyone had said to her in the last several years on the job, plus every insult she’d ever heard in grade school, and had piled it on top of her pure hatred of Jim Wade. She stared into his ruggedly handsome face. He certainly wasn’t pleased to see her, and that oaf of a friend of his seemed less than thrilled as well. At least she’d made an impression.

 

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here, you know,” Wade told her, speaking under his breath. “These guys look at you pretty much the way you look at them, save for the fact that most of them are probably undressing you in their minds right now.”

 

That only fueled her need to rant. “Listen to me, you piece of rat shit. You are a filthy, manipulative, egotistical asshole, and you owe me an apology.”

 

He had the nerve to blink at her and look confused. “Apologize for what?”

 

“Are you seriously going to pretend you didn’t use me last night? Come on, Mr. Wade, if you’re such an honest guy, own up to your bullshit. You saw an opportunity to make me hate myself and to show me how the other half aren’t so bad, and you laughed your ass off after you walked away without so much as a goodbye.

 

"You pretended to be all broken up over your wife’s death, which probably didn’t even happen a year ago last night, and you made me feel sorry for you. I guess if all you can get is a pity fuck, that’s great, but you screwed up, dumbass. You picked the wrong girl and the wrong reasons. I’m nobody’s conquest, and I won’t be a victim.”

 

She watched his face change as she spoke, shock turning into anger. “Oh, really? You’re the victim? I kissed you. Big fucking deal. You’re the one who jumped me like a cat in heat. How does that make you a victim?”

 

The only reason she didn’t jump on him and claw his eyes out was the crowd of bikers around her. “You manipulated me into it! And when you kissed me, I pushed you off. You should have hauled ass out of there.”

 

“Right, because I could ‘haul ass’ on my injured leg.”

 

“You sure as hell could get some ass with an injured leg,” she threw back. This was not going the way she’d planned at all. Wade had an answer for everything, and she was only getting angrier.

 

He put a hand on her arm, and she yanked it away. “Don’t you dare touch me!”

 

But he grabbed her again, more firmly this time, and hissed, “Let’s take this inside. My brothers don’t need to watch this performance anymore.” Susan could have fought him as she started moving toward the building, but she wasn’t that stupid. He was far too strong, and she was already likely to have bruises from his fingers digging into her upper arm.

 

The minute he had her in what looked like a private bunk and closed the door, she jerked back. “What the hell are you doing?”

 

Now his voice was louder. “I’m saving you some embarrassment, unless you want a bunch of bikers harassing you every time they pass you on the street. What in the name of Christ were you thinking, showing up here? Barreling in like some kind of Smokey and the Bandit reject?”

 

“So you have a problem with my car now?” Susan blustered, losing focus. “It gets me where I want to go, which is more than I can say for your motorcycle, which is now just a pile of mangled metal.”

 

“I don’t care about the car, it’s your driving that sucks.”

 

“Oh, you’re one to talk. At least I have good aim. Or were you jockeying to hit the light post? I can’t remember the details. My memory was compromised when I was assaulted in the back of my own ambulance.”

 

Jim shook his head, his jaw twitching. “If you want assaulted, I can show you assaulted.”

 

She spread her arms in a dare, wanting to smash her fist in his face. “Come on, Wade. Prove who you really are.”

 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 

Like lightning, he grabbed her wrists, spun her around, and pinned her against the wall, hands over her head. He used his body to trap her, and she couldn’t seem to get enough air, her chest heaving as she tried. “Let go of me,” she said, but there was no force behind it. All the fight seemed to have been knocked out of her when her back hit the wall.

 

He smiled that arrogant smile of his and pushed his body harder against her. “You don’t want me to let you go. Not really.”

 

And now she could feel that he didn’t want to let go, either. His erection pressed into her, and Susan’s anger instantly transformed into a different type of passion. She stared into his hard eyes and saw her own sudden desire mirrored there. As if a demon possessed her and she could no longer control her own movements, her neck jerked and her head came forward, her lips coming down on Wade’s with bruising force.

 

He kissed her back without hesitation. With one hand still pinning both wrists above her head, he dropped his other hand and squeezed one breast, his movements aggressive and rough. It aroused her beyond belief, and she arched her back, raised her knee between his legs to move it over his sack and the base of his cock. He grunted and pulled her away from the wall, spinning with her and slamming her down on the bed.

 

She ignored the way broken springs dug into her spine as he ripped her shirt over her head, and now that her hands were free, she shoved his jacket off his shoulders and tore the ribbed tank beneath so she could splay her fingers over his chest. Susan wished her nails were longer—she wanted to dig them into his flesh and mark him.

 

Jim sat up, yanking at her pants as she fumbled with the fly. Susan barely noticed her own nakedness as he shed his jeans. She reached out to grab his shaft, but she didn’t get a chance. Instead, Jim picked her up and flipped her, dropping her on her stomach as he crawled up her back, kissing tender parts of her skin along her legs, hips, and spine until she was shivering with the attention. He pushed her thighs apart, and she gasped when one finger snaked inside her.

 

Jim’s entire weight landed on her, and his mouth came down on her neck and shoulders, gently nipping and licking his way along her back as he brushed her hair aside. She panted and whimpered from his ministrations, and she had to grip the sheets in her hands to maintain control.

 

But just as quickly as his gentleness had taken over, he grew rough again, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to her knees so her back was pressed against his chest as they both knelt on the bed. She felt him probing, and as he slid easily into her, his hands cupping her breasts, she moaned long and loud at the sheer pleasure that flowed through her.

 

Using his hold on her chest, he moved her up and down on him, and she found herself covering his hands with her own, squeezing and teasing as her nipples grew hard and taut and her breasts grew full and heavy. She came once, and then again, and she bit her lip as she cried out, having just enough soundness of mind to not want the men outside to hear.

 

Jim drove harder, deeper, and faster, and as he came, his body convulsing, she shuddered and couldn’t hold back a scream from the intensity of her orgasm. Jim fell to his side, pulling her with him, and they lay there recovering until Susan thought she might fall asleep.

 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

 

The thought of falling asleep right then and there made her jump off the bed, searching the room for her clothes and collecting them quickly while Jim languidly sat up and watched her. She tried not to look at him, seeing the way his eyes sparkled as he obviously ogled her. “Are you getting an eyeful?” she asked, irritated.

 

Jim smiled, enjoying the view. “Maybe.”

 

“I don’t know how I let this happen again,” Susan muttered to herself as she dressed. Jim reached for his jeans but didn’t have a shirt to put on, and he wasn’t really in any hurry to get dressed. He knew it flustered her more for him to sit there in all his glory.

 

He chuckled. “‘Let it happen’. That’s a good one. I love how you delude yourself into believing you have no choice in anything. You’re always a victim.”

 

“And you’re always ready to jump on any woman who shows the slightest bit of interest, aren’t you?” she threw back as she pulled on her shirt.

 

“Actually, I’m not. I’m not exactly celibate, but I haven’t particularly messed around since Trina died, either.” He don’t know where his need for honesty came from, but he’d put it out there, and he couldn’t take it back now, especially since Susan had stopped moving and was staring at him with a shocked expression.

 

“You really loved her, didn’t you?” Her tone had completely changed, suddenly quiet and gentle, but Jim didn’t let that fool him this time.

 

He laughed sarcastically. “I like to think so, but you know people like me. We don’t have a softer side. Hell, I’m the one who drove her to drink and become an addict. She hated me as much as you do, and she couldn’t take it anymore. I guess you can’t love someone and make them hate you, all at the same time.”

 

Now, he yanked on his jeans, feeling an unjustified anger. Had she really thought he didn’t love his wife? Who could really believe that of anyone? He knew there were plenty of men out there who didn’t love their wives, but he wouldn’t have gotten married if he just wanted eye candy on his arm. He could have had that any day of the week. He was tired of Susan looking at him like he had no values.

 

“Jim…” He turned away from her. It was the first time she’d used his first name, but did it really matter? “Maybe I’ve been a little too judgmental. And I shouldn’t be, especially since I hate the way other people judge me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have accused you of using your wife’s death like that. It was out of line.”

 

That was an understatement. “I appreciate the apology.”

 

He heard her huff behind him and could just imagine her standing there with her hands on her hips, irritated again. “Can you answer one question for me without a snide remark or a sarcastic comment?”

 

He grunted, reaching into the drawer of an old dresser for a shirt he could use. He’d have to make do with an oversized shirt from a rock concert dated ten years ago. He had places to be too soon to go home and change. “I can try, but I’ll warn you that you probably won’t like the answer.”

 

“Why me, Jim? Why did it have to be me? You could have screwed any of the nurses in that hospital, and probably most of the female doctors. Why did you choose me? Do I have ‘glutton for punishment’ written across my forehead or something?”

 

“No,” he said, her words cutting him deeper than they should have. She was angry and hurt, and he couldn’t really blame her. If she wanted to say things to make him feel the same, so be it. “I didn’t intend for any of this to be a punishment, Susan, and I’m sorry you see it that way.”

 

She growled, an amusing sound under other circumstances, and Jim heard her plop down on the bed. “I didn’t mean it like that. What’s wrong with me? I can’t even say things the way I mean them anymore.” She paused. “Why did you want me? That’s all I want to know.”

 

Could he tell her the truth without her laughing in his face? And what difference did it make? She probably wouldn’t believe him, and she didn’t think much of him to start with. He rested his weight on a desk that stood against the wall and told her, “Your touch is tender. I don’t have a lot of that in my life anymore. I miss it, and I had a moment of weakness because you gave that to me, even when I was acting like a dick.”

 

Jim stood there, waiting for her to scoff at him or laugh, but he was met with silence. What did that mean? Turning around, he chanced a glance at Susan, and he surprisingly found her staring at him with a soft expression.

 

“Did I really affect you that strongly?” she asked.

 

He nodded. “I never meant to offend you, and I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you. I reacted, and that’s all. You were working on my foot, and your hands were soft and kind. The only other person who has ever treated me like that was Trina. With her gone, I’ve got nothing but my club family. They aren’t exactly kind.”

 

Standing, she moved toward him, and as she stood directly in front of him, he prepared to flinch, or to be backhanded. But neither happened. Instead, she reached up and touched his cheek, and he found himself leaning into her palm, rubbing his scruffy face on it and closing his eyes. “Maybe you gave me something I needed, too,” she whispered, embarrassed of such a confession. “Maybe I’m just bored and lonely, and you didn’t treat me like someone who had no business setting lofty goals for myself.”

 

Considering he had no idea what she meant, Jim assumed she was talking to herself as much as to him, and he said nothing, just turned to press his lips to her palm.

 

“Do you think maybe we could forget the shit that’s passed between us and start over?” he asked. “I just want to be around someone from time to time who doesn’t expect me to be tough and strong as steel.” It was hard for him to say, but he at least felt less uncomfortable sharing the request with this woman, who was capable of treating him like a man instead of a beast.

 

She nodded. “I’d like that.” A sly smile curved her lips. “Besides, I wouldn’t mind relieving some sexual tension in my life once in a while, if you’re up for it.”

 

He couldn’t help but smile back. “Oh, I’m up for it. You can count on that.”

 

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