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I said, I have patience. I just choose not to use it often. “Secrets suck, and they kill, and I am so fucking done with them that I could spit.” She stands up abruptly and turns to face me, taking a step closer, wrapping her arms around my neck.
    When her fingers slide up the back of my scalp, I growl and lean in close, so that our foreheads are touching. Heat flickers back and forth between us, like lightning, frying my fucking brain, so that it's almost impossible to get a logical thought to skitter through my Naomi addled brain.
    “Hayden's dead,” she whispers, biting my lip hard and clamping it between her white teeth. I groan into her mouth and grab her hips hard, pulling her body against mine. My erection grinds against my jeans, straining to get to that warmth that's crushing the little fucker in his tighty-whities.
    “Yeah, yeah, she is.”
    “She killed herself.” Naomi sighs again and relaxes in my arms. Can't frigging tell you how happy I am to see that. She trusts me. She fucking trusts me. After all I've done, after what I freaking did to her the first time we met, the impossible has happened. “Over secrets.”
    “Most likely.” I pause and reach down between us to unzip my jeans. Naomi doesn't stop me. “Or threats,” I snarl as she yanks on one of my lip rings and makes me go fucking crazy. Hey, I'm only half human. The other half is animal, baby.
    “No more secrets you want to tell me?” she asks, and I can see where this is going. Good thing I don't often keep secrets. Hate those motherfuckers. Plague on humanity. More pandemic than that freaking ebola virus.
    I take a few steps forward and Naomi lets me, stepping backwards and gasping as I lift her up and set her ass on the edge of the table. A few water bottles topple over and fall to the floor, but we ignore them. Once I get started here, a whole hell of a lot more are going to join them.
    “None. I swear to God, Naomi Knox, I'm not keeping any secrets from you.” Her tongue dives into my mouth, cutting off my words before I get a chance to ramble, to reassure her over and over again that I would never, ever keep a secret. It's like my religion or some shit – no Goddamn fucking secrets. How hard is that? How much easier would life be if we all told the truth? This whole mess with America and Travis and Tyler-Stephen-fuckwad-asshole-bitch. This could've been avoided if everyone had been honest from the start. And maybe someone had put a bullet through the psycho's head. Maybe that. “What about you, baby?” I ask, pulling back with effort at the same time my dick springs free and begs for Naomi's heat. Why, why, why the fuck does she have to be wearing jeans today? “Got anything you want to tell me?”
    I move back a few inches and watch as Naomi unbuttons her jeans with purpose, staring into my face as she does it. Once her zipper's down, she lifts her leg and puts her heel on my chest, pushing me back a few steps. Ain't no roadie's ever done that to me before. No fucking fangirl bitch neither. Maybe that's what I was looking for all this time? A Goddamn Rock Star.
    “Fucking Christ, Naomi Knox,” I breathe, my voice husky and dark. My fingers find my cock as Naomi slides off the table and hooks her fingers around the waistband of her jeans. “I want to own you.”
    Her smile burns my freaking face off.
    “Good luck with that.” She slips her jeans down her hips, dragging her panties along with them, and then turns around, putting her hands on the edge of the table. When she glances over her shoulder at me, blonde hair streaming down her back, body lithe and perfect and fully fucking exposed, I almost cream my frigging pants again. Good thing I've had practice. Teenage Turner would've been helpless in a situation like this. As things stand, I'm damn near paralyzed as it is.
    I stroke my cock a few times, fingers teasing the tattoos inked into my shaft. Hurt like a bitch to get them, but it was worth it. Oh so worth