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Graham
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AFTER MATT AND his wife left, Chloe and I got back into my truck. Sitting wasn’t the most pleasurable experience either. My ribs were sore from getting tag-teamed.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, studying my face again with concern.
“I’ll be fine. It’s just a black eye.”
“What about your chest and ribs? You gasped a little when you were hugging me.”
“They’re bruised, but okay.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you sure? I should take a look at you and make sure there aren’t any internal injuries.”
“I’m totally fine. They hit me mostly in the face. I’ve been in worse fights before, Chloe.”
The look she gave me told me she believed it.
Noticing Brent getting back up, I started the engine. “Let’s just go. I’d like to pound him a new asshole, but I’m not spending another Christmas in jail.”
Her eyes softened. “I don’t want you to either.”
Thinking back to our earlier fight, I sighed. “Are you still angry with me?”
“Damn right I am,” she admitted. “I mean, I still can’t believe you thought—”
Before she could finish her sentence, I leaned forward and kissed her. Fortunately, she didn’t resist and opened her mouth to me. I slid my tongue inside, wanting to taste every inch of her. Finding out Chloe hadn’t been with Cleaner was both a relief and a wild aphrodisiac. As much pain as I was in, I still wanted her now more than anything... and planned to.
Regretfully, I pulled away so we could get out of there.
“I still think we should get you checked out,” she said, checking her hair in the mirror. I remembered Brent pulling her by it in the parking lot. It had pissed the hell out of me. Her hair was beautiful. Almost like spun gold. Even now I itched to run my fingers through it, but knew she might be in pain.
“I’m fine. How’s your head? I wanted to kill him when he grabbed you by the hair.”
“I’m fine,” she said, putting the visor back up. “It hurt, but not anymore.”
I reached over and touched it gently. “Good. The only man who should be pulling you by the hair is me,” I said, now running my finger down her cheek. “When I’m inside of you.”
Chloe’s eyes widened and her cheeks turned a rosy color. I could tell by the look on her face that I’d said something she liked.
“So, what are you waiting for?” she asked, smiling slowly.
Talk about instant wood.
“Yeah, what am I waiting for?” I turned my eyes back onto the road and decided that come hell or high water, I wasn’t going to let that invitation slide.