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has been trying to get after her for years. Says she’s stone cold, though. No luck. I just can’t believe that bastard Luke is trading his sister like cattle. Fuck it, more power to ya.” He started to raise his bottle to toast me, but faltered halfway, spilling it on his lap instead.
     
    “What…what the fuck did you just say?” I asked him.
     
    Ember didn’t respond. I leapt up and grabbed his shirt. He woke up with a start. “What’re you doin’, man?” he said to me.
     
    “Repeat what you just said!” I yelled.
     
    “Luke Morris’ sister! Damn! Lemme go, dude!” Ember barked.
     
    I dropped him. My head was spinning—not from the alcohol, but from the wave of emotion that had just hit me.
     
    Olivia Morris…my soon-to-be wife.
     
    I blacked out.
     
    * * *
     
    I came to on the back of my bike, several miles outside of town. I pulled over to the side of the road and killed the engine. Stepping off my bike, I stumbled and fell to the ground. I must still be drunk, I thought to myself.
     
    Fuckin’ A. What a bad day.
     
    The night overhead was punctured with thousands of stars. I couldn’t believe the shit I was about to wade into. Olivia Morris…
     
    I hadn’t thought about her in years. Rather, I’d done my damnedest to suppress every thought of her. Which really meant that I thought about her constantly.
     
    I’d replayed that last night with her in my head over and over again, focusing always on one moment—my lips meeting hers. It was enough to make my head churn all on its own. Her mouth had been so soft and warm against mine, our tongues rolling together, her hips fitting so snugly into my hands, the butter softness of her thighs pressing together.
     
    I wanted all of her, and I would’ve gotten the chance to do it, too, if her asshole of a brother hadn’t intervened. Without thinking, one hand went to the knotted scar on my thigh where he’d put hot lead in me. I didn’t know how I’d ever manage to face him down again without wanting to kill him. No one shot me and got to live to tell about it.
     
    I yelled, smashing a fist into the dirt. The whole goddamn world—Croak, Luke Morris, Lobo—was conspiring to fuck me over.
     
    And yet, maybe this was my chance to finally get what I’d been denied five years ago. I imagined Olivia bent over, legs spread in front of me. I could picture the way her calves swooped into those creamy thighs, reaching my hands up and up until I could stroke at her wetness. It was so easy to make her come, I imagined—just a dip of a finger inside her, one quick swipe at her clit with my thumb, and boom, fireworks, her biting her lip, letting loose a soft moan that turned the burgeoning erection in my jeans into a rod of steel. It would all be so perfect; flipping her over so I could stare her straight in those mismatched eyes as I rubbed myself against her moist opening and began to enter, inch by inch.
     
    No. I couldn’t do it.
     
    This was a sham marriage. It was a fake, a ruse, political at best and meaningless no matter what. She wasn’t my wife any more than I was a goddamn Diablo, and this skull tattooed on my shoulder meant I would never be a fucker like that.
     
    Fucking Olivia would be worse than rape, even—it would be lying to her and to myself. I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t.
     
    Goddammit, though, my body wanted her more than anything. It was going to be impossible to be near her. How could I stand across from the girl I wanted so badly five years ago, exchange I dos , even pucker up and kiss in front of all my brothers? How could I do that without giving in to the urge to throw her over my shoulder and devastate her in a room of our own?
     
    How could I sleep next to her, night after night, without acting on the hardening insistence of my cock that I plunge it into her?
     
    She’d wanted me back then. Thinking back on that night, she’d given me exactly the look. She was as hungry for me as I was for her.
     
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