I have never felt anything so good in my life. This is definitely not what I was expecting. I feel the heat surging through my body and I can tell that I’m almost there. I’m so damn close that it hurts. “Shit, it feels so good. Don’t stop, Slade. Faster . . .”

He grips me tighter and sucks my clit into his mouth right as my body trembles in his arms and I’m brought to climax by his tongue. Damn, that magical tongue. Oh f**k me, I’m screwed.

“Holy shit, Slade. What the f**k did you just do to me?” I suck in a deep breath and release it. My heart is pounding so fast that I’m starting to feel dizzy. “Put me down, dammit. Put me down.”

He runs his hands up my legs before grabbing my waist and helping me down to my feet. His eyes bore into mine as I take a step back and reach down for my shorts as fast as I can.

I feel like such an idiot for letting him get me off. I don’t even like this guy. He’s a jerk; nothing but trouble. The f**king devil in disguise, looking to taint my soul and consume my every f**king thought. I really need to get out of here.

He leans against his bike, giving me a cocky look as I quickly slip my shorts on and wipe the water off of my face. “I’m ready to go. Take me back to the house.”

Without saying a word, he reaches for his helmet, slips it on my head and jumps onto the bike. I grab his hand as he offers it for help. “What about your shirt?”

“Fuck it. I don’t need it.” I feel his chest rumble as he laughs under his breath. “What about your panties?”

“Fuck you, Slade.”

He revs up the engine, makes sure I’m holding on tight and then takes off.

* * *

The rain stopped almost immediately after we left. The ride back was in total silence. Exactly how I expected it to be. By the time we get back to the house, all I want to do is get as far away from Slade as I can. I feel so stupid for letting him work me up the way he did and catch me in a moment of weakness.

All it does is show him that he’s right; he gets whatever he wants. I told myself I wouldn’t let this happen, that I would be good this week and take some me time to figure out my life. So much for that. I feel like such a failure for being so careless.

I quickly hop off the motorcycle and slide the helmet off my head. Slade stays seated and watches me as I hand him the helmet. I can’t help but to notice how sexy he looks shirtless on that damn motorcycle. Those tattoos and that damn perfect body. I hate it. No one should be allowed to look that devilishly sexy. “You’re not coming in?” He slides the helmet on his head and adjusts the crotch of his jeans.

He turns away, takes a deep breath and reaches into his pocket. “Here’s the key. I’ll be back tonight.”

I reach for the key and swallow. For some reason I don’t want him to leave. Yeah, I wanted to get far away from him, but I wanted him to at least be in the house. “All right then,” I say aggravated. “And just so you know, that is never happening again. Got it? Stay as far away from me as you can. You got to me in a moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.”

He grips the handles, clenches his jaw and watches as I walk away. I don’t know why he even bothers waiting. I’m sure he’s ready to get as far away from me as I am him. That’s probably a good thing. The two of us being around each other is nothing but bad news. He’s no good for me.

Letting myself in the house, I go straight for Cale’s room and fall face first onto his bed. I’m so pissed at myself that I scream like a f**king child. I’m twenty three years old and I still have no control over my life. I need to stay far away from Slade before he makes everything more difficult.

I knew he was going to be trouble from the second I laid eyes on him at the club. I just knew it. Heck, even his name screams trouble. Slade Merrick. Enough said.

Chapter Seven

Slade

I’ve never had a woman act as if me pleasing her disgusted her. This is a f**king first. I can’t say that I like it. As a matter of fact, it pisses me off. She knows damn well that she enjoyed it. I bet she’s never had someone make her scream that loud before; make her come on contact. She’s just afraid to admit it; afraid to give into her needs; afraid that I’ll f**k her too good. That has to be it.

With the way she has me feeling at the moment, the last thing I want to do is go and exist in the same house as her just to have her avoid me and act as if she doesn’t want it as much as I do. I’m not down for that shit right now. I need to get some things off my mind; cool off a bit.

Out of habit, I end up at Walk of Shame. Pulling my motorcycle in the back parking lot, I yank my helmet off before slamming it down on my seat and shoving my motorcycle. Cale and Hemy better be ready to keep the drinks f**king flowing, because I have a feeling that I will be here for a while.

Stay far away from her. Yeah, I’ll f**king stay far away.

I push my way through the back door, walk over to my locker and grab a shirt. I get ready to put it on, but say f**k it instead. I’ll end up without it on by the end of the night anyways. I toss it down and make my way into the bar.

I notice that the crowd is finally starting to show up. Perfect f**king timing. There should be plenty of entertainment to keep me busy.

As I approach the bar, I see Cale sitting on the edge of the bar talking to a group of women. They all seem to be laughing; f**king entertained.

He nods and jumps off the bar when he sees me. “Dude, why the hell do you look so pissed? I thought you were going to keep Aspen company until I get off?”

Leaning over the bar, I grab for the nearest liquor bottle and reach for an empty glass. “Yeah well, she’s not the easiest to f**king entertain. I’m pretty sure she’d rather be alone right now.”

Cale tilts his head back with a dirty look as he watches me pour a drink. “Yeah . . . or maybe it’s just you she doesn’t want to be around.”

“Fuck off, Cale. I’m not in the mood today.”

“Yeah, well nothing new there.”

Slamming back my drink, I set the empty glass down on the bar and take a step closer to Cale so we’re face to face. I want to see him when he says it. “What the f**k is that supposed to mean?”

Looking away from me, he sighs and takes a step back. “You know what I mean. You’re just not the same person you used to be. You’re my best friend, but seriously, you need to . . .” He huffs and grips the towel over his shoulder. “Never mind. I’ve got work to do.”