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I exploded into a bajillion tiny bits of emotion just as he released inside of me. Incapable of anything but lying motionless, I did just that. He gave me two more strokes for good measure, sending me into a jittery series of spasms that were pretty incredible, too.

“Holy cow,” I said. “Now I know what all the hype’s about.”

He caught his breath and gave me a look. “The hype?”

Oh crap. I couldn’t believe I said it. I had no intention of telling him I was a virgin, at least not yet. I was sure at some point I would, but I didn’t want it to get in the way of us.

“Yeah,” I said. “The uhhm. The hype about boning a biker.”

He wrinkled his nose. “There’s hype about that?”

I nodded. “Lots of it.”

“Good or bad?”

“It’s all good.”

He clenched his fist and held it between us. “About the girl who’s stealing my heart.”

I grinned at the thought of not only having him fuck his way into my heart, but me fucking my way into his.

I pounded my fist into his.

Fuck yes.

Chapter Thirty-Two

P-Nut

I sat on the edge of the workbench in Smokey’s garage and tried express all the things that had transpired in my life over the last two months without sounding like a complete hypocrite.

Or a fool.

Smokey took a drink of his beer and then gave me a look. “Let me get this straight. Couple of months ago, I made mention of something like hey P-Nut, how old’s that neighbor girl? Your response was along the lines of how the fuck would I know, you dumb son-of-a-bitch? And then you said, even if I did, I wouldn’t fuck her, because I don’t dick kindergartners. Sound about right?”

“Didn’t call you a dumb son-of-a-bitch.”

“Semantics,” he said. “You get the gist of what I’m trying to say.”

“It’s the details that’ll get ya, Smoke.”

“Well, it was one thing then, and now she’s in the house talking to Sandy and Eddie while we’re out here drinking a beer and cussing. Just kind of shocking.”

“That’s why I’m here. I’m telling you so you can tell the rest of the fellas. You know, filter it to ‘em as you see fit. Cause if anyone says anything slick to me, I’ll bust ‘em in the fucking eye.”

“You want me to tell the fellas you’re hitched up with the neighbor girl?”

I hopped off the bench and shot him a glare. “She’s not the fucking neighbor girl, Smoke. She doesn’t live there anymore.”

“Better yet,” he said with a laugh. “You’re hitched up with the girl from Biggs Harley-Davidson, and she’s living with you? Is that what you want me to say?”

“Sure. Tell ‘em that. They’ll be a bunch of jealous pricks. But, she ain’t the fucking neighbor girl.”

“I’m not your messenger.”

“You’re my best friend.”

“Sometimes you make me wonder about what’s between your ears, ‘Nut.”