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because he’d been a fucking moron. 
    It hadn't been five years, so he knew she wasn't twenty one.
    "How old are you darlin’?"
    Her lips quirked.  "My I.D. says I'm twenty four."
    He raised an eyebrow and smiled.  "And what does your birth certificate say?"
    She looked him dead in the eyes and he felt himself leaning towards her.
    "I'm eighteen," She said quietly and her eyes went soft.  He knew that look.  Fucked a lot of women in his life, knew the signs and knew them well.  Eighteen year old Eva Fox was handing him her pussy on a silver platter.
    And he was fucking starving.
    Fuck.
    "Deuce?"  She leaned into him, pressing her fat tits against his arm.
    He stared down at her.  "Yeah?"
    Keeping her eyes locked with his, she wrapped her hand around as much of his bicep as her fingers could reach and started slowly sliding her hand down his inner arm.  When she reached his palm, her fingers spread out and slid between his.  Her hand folded closed.  He closed his over hers. 
    "Let's dance," She whispered.
    "Okay," He whispered back because, fuck, he didn't know which way was up at the moment.
    Those unfathomably plump lips split into a smile and his cock freaked the fuck out.  If she hadn't started leading him out into the club he would have thrown her up against the wall and slammed his way home.
    She took him dead center of the dance floor.  It was packed with bodies.  Sweaty, writhing bodies.  He felt completely out of his element.
    Then Eva began to move and he forgot all about elements and skinny bitches and stupid red disco balls.  All he could see was Eva.  Nothing else existed but Eva and what she did to him.
    With her back to his front, she lifted her arms over her head and hooked her hands around his neck.  He grabbed her, harder than he meant to, and dug his fingers deep into her hipbones.  As her juicy ass hit his cock, he groaned.
    "All you have to do is move with me!" She shouted over the music.
    He didn’t, he couldn’t, he was far too busy trying to convince himself it would be a bad idea to take her right then and there, on the dance floor.
    Her ass was grinding into his rock hard cock; her head had fallen ba ck on his chest and her hands…
    She grabbed his hands, interlocked their fingers and had him stroking across her bare stomach, her hips, the vee between her legs, and, fuck him, her tits.  When he couldn’t take much more, he slipped his hand down her pants and gave her what she was silently begging him for.
    Her head fell back on his chest and she looked up at him with unfocused gray eyes, her nostrils flaring with heavy breaths, her wet lips parted.
    He'd taken two bullets because of this bitch.  If he ended tonight the way he wanted to end it Preacher was going to bury him.  He should care about that.  His kids needed their father, his MC needed their president.  He had business that needed getting done and he sure as fuck wasn't ready to kick it quite yet.
    He should care about all that shit.  But he didn't.  And because he didn't, because he wanted her so fucking bad he could taste the need, feel it in his fucking gut like a livewire, he brought his mouth down on hers and kissed her hard and fa st, still thrusting his fingers in and out of her, swallowing her cries as bodies pressed up against them, shoving them back and forth to the rhythm of the bass pounding in his ears.
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    It was pouring out, we were soaking wet, the alleyway smelled like a month’s worth of old garbage, Deuce was fumbling with his jeans and I had completely lost my mind.  I was frantic, crawling up his big, hard body like a sex starved spider monkey in heat and kissing him, fucking kissing him, giving as good as I was getting.  Every kiss was full of hot, wet tongue, sometimes hit sometimes miss.  Teeth were clacking together, lips were bitten, and noses were getting in the way. I mauled him not caring where his or my mouth was landing or what part of his face I was kissing, licking,