“Hi, Grace’s pussy. It’s me. West. We meet again.”

My eyes bugged out, and I looked down at the crown of his head.

“Actually, we haven’t met face-to-lips yet. I usually send my errand boy your way. You might know him—tall, thick, accompanied by a couple nuts?”

I bit down on my lip, trying not to laugh. He continued, undeterred.

“But there’s a pressing matter we need to discuss, so I figured we should talk it out. Mind if we lose the panties?”

When my lower set of lips failed to answer him, he looked up, wiggling his brows.

I gave him a curt nod. “This is weird, but I’m excited to see where you’re going with this.”

He slid my underwear down, brought his mouth between my folds, and parted them with a wet lick. A hot surge of pleasure shot up my spine, and I grazed his rumpled hair with one fist, holding on to the sink tighter with my other to keep myself upright.

“Lord.”

“All right, Grace’s puss, here’s the deal. Your owner isn’t sure what we are to each other, and she’s been not-so-subtly hinting at that recently, so I took her out to a party. Know what happened next?”

Instead of waiting for my sex to answer him, he used the tip of his tongue to circle my clit, using his fingers to pry my folds open, stroking my opening before dipping one finger into me. My hips jerked, and a sound I didn’t recognize fell from my lips.

The bathroom door rattled with a sudden pounding.

“Hey. Get outta there, assholes. I wanna take a leak!”

West ignored the person on the other side, sucking my clit, pumping lazily with his lips while fingering me. My knees buckled, and he threw one of my legs over his shoulder, angling my hips so his fingers hit a deep, sensitive spot inside of me.

I panted like crazy, dropping my head back, my mouth falling open. “Oh, Lord.”

I could feel myself tipping over the edge, hitting the big O, when he suddenly stopped, removing his finger from me and licking the length of my pussy leisurely, like he hadn’t a care in the world.

“Anyway,” he continued in his matter-of-fact tone, “as I was saying, Grace isn’t sure we’re the real deal. What do you think I should do in order to show her I’m serious about her?”

I tugged him by the hair to look at me, snarling.

“Make her come.”

“Using third person now.” He arched his brow. “Does getting eaten make you lose IQ points, Texas?”

“Keep teasing me, and you’ll be losing your head!” I bared my teeth.

The door rattled again. “Jeez, open up!”

West’s lips wrapped around my clit again, and he pumped his finger faster inside me. I shattered into a million pieces, crying out as spasms ran up and down my body, every inch of me on fire.

West continued latching onto the lips between my legs until my climax dwindled. He rolled my panties up, then kissed my center through my underwear again, peppering the gesture with a smile and a pat.

“Good talk. Next time Grace and I have an issue, I’ll come directly to you.”

He rose up to his feet, took my hand, and pulled me into a bear hug. I shook in his arms and didn’t even know why. Something about what had happened was emotional for me. Maybe because West had told me he didn’t go down on women normally. That it meant something to him. I buried my head in his shoulder.

“Do you know what I wanna do right now?” he murmured into my hair.

“What?”

“My girlfriend. I want to do my girlfriend right this second. Ready to roll?”

“I was born ready.”

West got out, wiping his glistening mouth with his forearm as he shot the stunned guy on the other side of the door an indifferent, go-screw-yourself smile.

“Sorry, sweetheart. The tampons are in the bottom drawer. All yours.” He gestured to the open door mockingly.

I followed behind him, and we dashed out, practically skipping our way to Christina the Ducati.

West

Max: Sorry, bro. Shaun says fight’s still on. I tried everything I could. I swear.

Max: He said he’ll let you off the hook if you take the financial blow and compensate. Interested?

Well, that gave the word fuck a whole other, less pleasurable meaning.

I’d agreed to take the fight with Kade Appleton prior to hooking up with Grace. Now that I wanted to bow out of it to keep her ass pacified (and presumably myself alive), Appleton, who’d agreed to all of the rules I’d dictated to Max some weeks ago, called me out on it and came back to the negotiation table with an ultimatum: pay up the losses or fight.

Nothing about what he asked made sense. We’d lost zero money since we hadn’t sold any tickets yet. Hadn’t even officially announced the fight. Still, reasoning with Appleton and his manager was like trying to teach a toad linear algebra.

West: Tell him to go to hell.

I tucked my phone into my back pocket at the food truck. The fight was getting closer, and I didn’t want to lie to Grace about what was going down, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to pay the bastard with money I didn’t have either.

“What’s with you?” My girlfriend flashed me a crooked smile, rubbing my arm. We were closing up for the night. I dropped a kiss to her ball cap.

“Nothing. Just Max being Max. Can Marla stay with Grams a few minutes more? I want to grab a bite before we head home.”

Home. I was half-living with Grace at this point. Luckily, East was too busy dipping his dong in every other female on campus to mind my absence. I’d barely seen him at Reign’s party. I needed to sit Texas down and tell her what was up with the fight, with no interruptions.

“I’ll check.” She moved from the open window to the fridge, putting away some containers. I’d leaned over to roll the window down when I noticed movement in the dark. Two pairs of eyes twinkled from behind black ski masks, staring back at me.

Male.

Large.

And goddamn threatening.

I heard the soft click of a gun as the hammer cocked back.

“Unlock the door”—the cold barrel pressed against my bare wrist—“unless you want your precious arm blown off.”

The mask muffled the voice, but the order was clear.

I took a step back, holding my hands up. The desire to smash their heads together was strong.

“I’ll hand you the money through the window,” I said evenly.

And your ass later, when I figure out who you are.

Grace stiffened in my periphery, her breath catching.

“We know you’re not alone. Open the damn door,” the man said.

“You want money, be my guest. You want access to the girl, you’re going to go through me. Friendly advice—you aren’t gonna like it,” I hissed.

There was no point pretending Texas wasn’t there.

The man raised his gun, firing one bullet. It grazed my shoulder and lodged into the metal roof of the truck like gum. Adrenaline pumped in my veins, and my fingers itched to take action. Not doing shit when provoked wasn’t in my DNA.

I was going to fucking end them, given the chance.

“Unlock. The. God. Damned. Door.”

Grace saw the blood and cried out, rushing to the door and unlocking it with shaky fingers.