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even more was how happy I was to see her. I had to force myself not to kiss her right away when we walked up.
    “Am I interrupting boys ’ night?” Her tone was seductive. I wanted to tell Vin to take a hike so I could take her back to my apartment.
    “No, as long as you don't mind tagging along for dinner with Ian.” I looked to Vin for confirmation that it was okay. He nodded.
    “I’m cool with that.” She brushed her lips against mine, the lingering taste of strawberries was going to drive me mad before the night was over.
    We went to the same Mexican place we always did after boxing, and Ian was waiting at our usual table when we walked in.
    Scarlet intertwined her fingers with mine, the warmth of her hand like a flame against my skin. I couldn’t be around her, touching her, without wanting more. She was my siren, seductive without even trying. I could hear her calling me, beckoning me forward , without saying a single word.
    It was a struggle to force myself to order . I couldn’t think clearly. She squeezed my hand and looked up at me with a look of contentment on her face. What had I even been worried about, I was so damn lucky she was mine.
    “Hey, you two going to come sit, or make goo goo eyes at each other all night?” Ian threw a balled up napkin at my head.
    Scarlet blushed, and I kissed her quickly after grabbing the food as we slid into the booth with them.
    “How come I never see you two with girls? I mean, it’s not like you’re hard to look at or anything ,” she asked the guys.
    “Eh, I’m not the girlfriend type.” Ian shrugged.
    “I have a girlfriend, sort of. It’s complicated,” Vin answered
    “Complicated how?” Scarlet laughed.
    “I don’t know if I would really call her a girlfriend.”
    “So more of a booty call? ” I grinned, enjoying his discomfort at this line of questioning.
    “I guess, we’ve never really put a definition on what we are.”
    “How often do you see her?” Scarlet questioned.
    “A few times a week.”
    “Do you go out ever, or is it always just sex?” she continued.
    “We go out sometimes.”
    “Is she a moped?” Ian asked.
    “What the hell does that mean?” Vin shot back.
    “You know, fun to ride, but not something you want your friends to see you on.”
    “Wow. That was probably the worst thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Vin shook his head. “No, she’s not a moped . She’s hot, I mean really hot.”
    “So you’re the moped then?” I countered.
    “No, none of us is the moped.” He was exasperated.
    “Well Vin, it sounds to me like you have yourself a relationship.” Scarlet smiled. She turned to Ian. “I can kind of see why you don’t have a girlfriend. Moped? Really?”
    “I am what I am. I don't think any woman can put up with me for longer than a few hours.”
    “You’re not wrong there. I can barely put up with you , and I’m your brother.” Vin shook his head.
    We spent the rest of the meal talking and laughing and badgering Vin to let us meet his mystery girl. In the end he agreed to let us meet her, but I could tell he wasn’t happy about it.
     
     
    “Are you mad that I crashed your boys’ night?” Scarlet asked after we had left the guys. She snuggled up against me on the bike. How the hell could I be mad with her pressed against me like that.
    “You can crash boys ’ night anytime you want. Where to now?”
    “Do you even have to ask?” Her voice was deep and husky with need.
    I made it back to my apartment in record time, and we were up the stairs and inside before we had gotten our helmets off.
    I pressed her back against the door, my hands on her hips. “Do you need me baby?” I had to hear her say it, to know she needed me the way I craved her.
    “So much. I need every part of you Chad. You’re all I can think about.” She brought my mouth down to hers and showed me just how true her words were.
    My fingers skimmed under the hem of her shirt, along the soft skin of her stomach. I broke the