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and all I’d done, but she felt so absolutely right in my arms I couldn’t let her go.
    JB was about to be mine in less than twenty-four hours, like I’d warned Cole.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    WHEN I’D TOLD JB she was different, that was no joke. I wasn’t in the habit of bringing women to my place. In the past I’d refrained from taking chicks home at all. I tended to do my fucking at their place, in a hotel, occasionally in public. More recently, I’d been on the celibate side, putting my wild days behind me. Probably why I’d felt the need to warn JB I was going to ravage her until she couldn’t walk straight.
    As I turned into my driveway with JB rumbling in behind me on that fuckhot Ducati, I tried to remember if I’d cleaned up before taking Jack home or, at least, sufficiently aired the place out after yesterday’s pizza fiasco. I didn’t want to look like a complete slob.
    Christ. I couldn’t believe this girl was making me so nervous. But the fact was I’d brought JB home because she wasn’t the type of woman you got your dick wet with in a seedy motel, in public, or even in a car . . . at least not the first time.
    I waited for her to take off her helmet and set it on the seat of her bike before I captured her hand and led her up the porch.
    “Not too shabby,” she commented with a grin.
    My house was a decent spread on a couple acres of land. I wasn’t all that fond of having neighbors—or fond of people in general—so I’d purchased the lot and had the house built smack dab in the middle of it. Two stories, big yard, plenty of space for Jack and close enough to Mt. Pleasant proper I wasn’t stuck all the way in the boonies. I’d earned enough in danger pay to have a healthy bank account and investment portfolio, so I dropped a few bucks on the house. Putting down those roots so I could stay near Jack.
    Inside I threw my keys and wallet on a table near the door and turned on a few lights. JB walked farther inside, treating me to a first class view of her ass in the butt-cupping jeans. I followed her across the polished pine floorboards into the living room. It was sunken down a few steps and featured a big brick fireplace—the kind Norman Rockwell paintings were made of.
    “No pets?” she asked.
    “Not really an animal person.”
    “Funny.”
    “What?”
    Sauntering to me, she unzipped her jacket. The seductive look in her eyes had cock-hardening powers, and a hot rush of arousal raced right through my body. I licked my lips, just waiting to taste hers, and dropped my gaze as the tight jacket opened. The padded black leather gaped around her high, round tits, but the shirt she wore kept the tops of her breasts out of sight. No worries, I’d find out about the rest of her freckles soon.
    “You look a little wild yourself.” Her pornstar lips curved in a teasing smile.
    I slipped the jacket from her shoulders and added it to mine on the couch.
    Turning back to her, I asked, “Hungry?” With my hand spanning her neck, my fingertips reached her plush lips, resting against them.
    “No.” She nipped at the pad of my index finger.
    “Thirsty?” Let it be known I tried to be a good host before fucking her brains out.
    With a shake of her head, she took my thumb inside her mouth. My skin burned, my cock filled, lengthening. Leaning down, I dragged my lips up her neck to her ear. In her flat-heeled biker boots, JB only reached my chin. The perfect size to fit against my larger body.
    Just as my hand drifted to the bottom of her shirt, she strolled away, leaving me grasping air with a laugh rumbling out of my chest. At the fireplace, she scanned the photos on the mantle then took one from it.
    I groaned. It was my graduation picture from the Academy. Full uniform, clean-cut, neatly shaved, short hair. Nothing like I looked now with the thick hair dusting the collar of my shirt and the thicker stubble lining my jaw. The new crinkles around my no longer worry-free eyes.
    I’d also