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hers.
    “Like you fucking mean it, you piece of shit.”
    I laugh and nip at her throat. “I’ll rip that pussy ragged—”
    “Oh, god.” Sophie’s nails tear into my undershirt as she claws at my back. “Just like that—”
    I grin, devilish, and give her one long, sturdy thrust. She clenches up all around me, her mouth round and red, her eyes closed, her whole body tense—and then I’m lost, too. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her perfume as I lose myself in sweet bliss.
    Then the fucking back door to the bar flies open and a bunch of drunk jocks stagger into the alleyway.
    “Whoa! Looks like we missed the show, fellas!”
    I grimace and ease out of Sophie, letting her down gently to the ground. She’s looking a little woozy, so I help her tug her miniskirt back into place. “Fuck off,” I tell him. “There’s nothing here for you.”
    “Okay, bro. But next time, try sharing, huh?” They laugh, ribbing each other, and stagger toward the street.
    Sophie scrubs at her hair; stray wisps of red-blonde slicked to the sides of her face. Something isn’t right in her expression. She certainly enjoyed herself before those douchebags showed up. But her mouth has tightened up and she’s casting her eyes upward like she’s upset.
    “Hey, are you okay?” I hurriedly tidied myself up and hiked my jeans back up. “Did those assholes piss you off?”
    Sophie exhales slowly. When she opens her eyes again, they’re the same dangerous, delicious blue as before. Whatever had passed over her expression is gone. “I don’t know,” she says, biting her lower lip. “I think I’m okay.” She grins. “But maybe we should do it again so I can make sure.”

    * * *
    I wake up with a jerk . I’d been racing in my dreams—back in my old Mitsubishi, the one that got totaled a few months back. Now, though, I’m sprawled in an unfamiliar bed—nothing new there—and completely alone. Where’d the hot chick go? I start to sit up, then drop back down when I realize the distant buzz I’d heard was a running shower.
    Shit. I should already be gone. Nash must be waiting for me back at our motel, ready to tear me a new one. And worse, the girl—Sophie, her name is Sophie—is already awake. I could run into her at any second. Not my style at all. First in, first out, that’s the Jagger way—
    The water stops just as I’m reaching for my jeans.
    Sophie appears in the doorway from an adjoining bathroom, completely naked, scrubbing a towel through her hair. I sweep my gaze over those lovely, heavy breasts, that narrow waist, those hips just begging to be grabbed—Shit. Already, I can feel my erection stirring again. I’d love to indulge in a third round. But I don’t have time for some morning action. I need to get the fuck out of here before she gets all clingy—
    “Ugh. You’re still around?” Sophie asks. She drops the towel on the ground and starts digging around in a cardboard box. I notice then that her room is full of cardboard boxes. Just moved in, or on her way out? “Okay, let me make this easy for you.” She tugs on a pair of underwear.
    I watch the waistband slide over her ripe ass for a second, then tug my jeans up. “No, no, it’s all good. I was just on my way—”
    “Last night was fun.” She shrugs into a t-shirt with no bra. “But it’s time for you to go. Don’t make it weird, okay?”
    And then she vanishes back into the bathroom and slams the door.
    I stare at the closed door for a long moment. Who the hell does this girl think she is? That’s my line, dammit.
    And for once, I didn’t want to use it.

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    Jagger
    E lena Drazic circles the Firebird , rubbing her chin with one hand. “Hmmm. Well. That’s interesting,” she says.
    I swallow. “Interesting, how?”
    “It’s just so weird.” Elena flashes me a grin. “You must not be feeling well, Jagger. You actually managed to pick out a car that doesn’t need a shit ton of work.”
    “Don’t worry.