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Riot rode fast but never carelessly. Even weaving through traffic, he stayed steady, like he always knew exactly what the bike was doing beneath him. One hand settled briefly against my thigh when we stopped at a light, causing my core to clench and my heart rate to speed up. I could still feel the burn of it after he pulled away.

By the time he pulled into an empty overlook outside the city, my pulse already felt uneven.

Riot killed the engine and silence settled around us.

The city lights stretched below while cold wind moved through the grass around the overlook.

“You bring all the nurses here?” I asked lightly.

“No.”

After that, I couldn’t stop noticing how close he was. How broad his shoulders looked in the dark. The way his eyes kept dropping to my mouth whenever I spoke.

Riot slowly lifted one hand and touched my jaw, rough fingers warm against cold skin like he was giving me time to stop him if I wanted to.

I should’ve stopped him. Should’ve asked him to take me home. But my mouth touched his before my brain caught up with the decision.

Riot made a rough sound low in his throat before his hand slid into my hair and pulled me closer. The kiss turned heated fast, messy and desperate, like all the tension between us had finally snapped at once. Riot lifted me easily before lowering me onto the ground, hovering over me while his breathing turned rough against my mouth.

“Riot—”

“Still wanna go home?”

I should’ve said yes, but I grabbed the front of his kutte and pulled him back down to me. My brain kept trying to remind me it was a mistake while the rest of me ignored it completely.

His mouth crashed against mine again while his hand slid beneath my hoodie, rough fingers brushing bare skin and dragging a sharp breath out of me.

“I don’t do this,” I whispered against his mouth.

Riot looked straight at me in the dark. “Yeah?” His hand tightened slightly over my breast. “Looks like you do.”

That should’ve been the moment I stopped everything. I kissed him again anyway.

7

RIOT

The second her mouth touched mine, every coherent thought in my head disappeared.

Maria made a small sound against my lips when I kissed her harder, and my entire body reacted to it instantly. My cock punched to life and strained against the fabric of my jeans.

I pushed her hoodie up enough to get my hands on bare skin while she fumbled with my kutte, fingers catching against the leather to push it off. I dragged her scrubs down her legs just enough before settling between her thighs, breathing hard while cold night air moved around us.

“You sure about this?”

“Yes,” she said immediately.

Then she paused and started digging through the pockets of her hoodie.

I blinked down at her. “What’re you doing?”

“Give me a second.” She finally pulled out her wallet and dug out a condom from behind what looked like a student ID and three folded receipts.

That caught me off-guard enough to make me laugh quietly against her neck. “Huh.”

Maria narrowed her eyes. “Don’t make it weird.”

“Wasn’t gonna.” I took the condom from her fingers, turning it over once before glancing back down at her. “Not extra-large,” I muttered.