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with this chick that had pink stripe things in her hair, and she did this thing with her tongue-”
    “No one wants to hear it, Levi,” Jax cuts him off with a stern look and shake of his head, ever the paternal influence
    “Speak for yourself, dude,” Dylan says laughing as Levi turns to him to continue his story.
    Tyson grins and stands, “Well gentlemen, that’s all for me. I’m headed home to my girl.” Tyson and his girlfriend Sydney recently got engaged. They spend all of their available time together, and the fact that he came out tonight at all is a bit of a surprise. Jax too for that matter. His girlfriend is Tyson’s sister Rowan. Neither of them comes out with us as much as they used to. Can’t say I blame them. I get it. I remember all too well.
    Jax stands too, relief clear on his face to be leaving. Plus, no doubt he’s happy he’s not the first to bail on us, thereby avoiding the ribbing he’d receive. I stand as well and give them a nod as I decide to take this opportunity to take a piss. “See you guys tomorrow,” I wave.
    Jax puts a hand on my shoulder stopping me as he says to all of us, “Listen up bastards, I know you all are off work tomorrow – some just schedule lucky, some because it’s the weekend. Be at the gym at nine sharp. No excuses. I want an early start.”
    Everyone nods, not really surprised by his words, although Levi curses under his breath making me chuckle. We’re all used to Jax’s rigid training schedule, and with a fight so close we expect his expectations to escalate.
    In the bathroom, I quickly do my business and am at the sink washing my hands while staring at the graffiti on the walls when I hear someone enter. I ignore them initially and turn to grab a paper towel to dry my wet hands. When the sound of the dead bolt locking reverberates around the room, I look over my shoulder and stop dead. My mouth falls open as the redhead I was eye fucking in the bar stands there staring at me, a small smile on her full red lips. Blinking rapidly, I momentarily wonder if I’m seeing things. Turning to face her fully, I watch her apprehensively, and eagerly as she walks toward me. She’s got legs for the days, and the shoes she’s wearing tap out a beat with each step she takes.
    When she reaches me, I finally manage to open my mouth to give voice to the question on my lips, but she places a single finger over it. Shaking her head, she gives me a seductive smile making it clear she doesn’t want me to say a word. She raises her brows, a silent question, and I nod indicating my willingness to comply.
    When her hands move down her body, my eyes widen and I watch with rapt attention. Slowly, eyes never leaving mine, she pulls the bow and the second it comes undone her dress parts to reveal high breasts encompassed by black lace and a matching thong. My mouth instantly goes dry and I swallow heavily. Taking another step toward me, she tosses her hair over her shoulder, then leans forward and puts her mouth on mine. Still without saying one word.
    Her mouth just rests against mine, as if she’s patiently waiting for permission. When I feel the tip of her tongue trace along my lower lip seeking entrance, I let her tease me, but remain momentarily frozen. My mind is turning. I never kiss during hookups. Ever. It’s off limits – it’s too intimate, too emotional. When she nibbles on my bottom lip and releases a soft sigh that blows across my mouth, all rationality goes out the window and I open my mouth - tentatively at first. She makes a sound that sounds like victory and eagerly tastes my mouth with her own. When she pulls back and bites my lower lip again, this time, it’s me that moans. I’m completely blown away by this woman. Her boldness and confidence is a complete turn on.
    Placing my hands at her waist, I pull her against me, making her body flush with mine. Every dip and curve of her meets mine, the perfect give and take. Her arms are wrapped behind my neck,