But I wasn’t the kind of guy to smack my head against a brick wall repeatedly, either, so I’d moved on, or tried to.

She looked away. “Forget it.”

I wrapped my hand around hers, and she didn’t pull away. “Don’t want to forget it. Talk to me.”

She bit her lip. “I don’t think so.”

“We’ll just talk, but in my truck where it’s warm,” I said, then started walking, towing her after me, not waiting for a reply. She dragged her feet but came with me. I quickly helped her into my truck before she changed her mind, then got in and started the engine, cranking up the heater.

I looked over at her, and she was watching me with wide eyes. I wasn’t a complete fucking idiot. I could take a hint, granted it took me longer than it should have to accept the one Addie had been giving me, but I did in the end—and then she’d showed up at my house looking fucking cute and sexy and clutching a tin of fucking brownies.

She was young, too young for me. Another reason I should leave her alone, but I couldn’t fucking do it, and especially not if I still had a chance with her.

“You think I gave up on you?” Addie was drunk off her ass and it was all coming out. I sure as hell planned on taking advantage of that.

I wanted to make her mine in a bad way, and if this got me closer to getting what I wanted, I wasn’t letting her out of this truck until I knew what the fuck was going on.

Her eyes were a little unfocused as she looked at me, her long, black, curly hair framing her gorgeous face. She threw her hand toward the bar again. “Well, yeah, obviously…you got yourself a Mercedes.”

Fuck. “She’s not mine.”

“She touches you like she is, sits on you, wears your jacket…”

“She’s not mine,” I repeated.

Her nose crinkled. “I don’t believe you.”

I wasn’t used to explaining myself to anyone, but I didn’t want Addie believing whatever bullshit she’d convinced herself of. “Mercedes likes to fuck bikers. We’ve hooked up a few times, that’s all.”

She blinked up at me and her big brown eyes filled with hurt. “Do you…do you call her your good girl as well?”

My heart smacked against the back of my ribs, and my dick got so hard I thought it would bust through the front of my jeans.Fuck.“You’re my only good girl, Addison.” Christ, I didn’t recognize my own voice.

She bit her lip and blinked rapidly, and I wanted to lift her onto my lap and kiss the fuck out of her, then I wanted to fuck her, but I couldn’t do either of those things, not until we cleared this mess up.

“You still want me, cupcake?”

She looked over at me, her gorgeous brown eyes searching my face. “Yes,” she whispered.

“You got feelings for me?” I was pushing this shit, and I didn’t care. I wanted it all.

“I shouldn’t…but I can’t just turn my feelings off. My heart doesn’t care about that—”

“Your heart?” I said gruffly.

She gave me that unfocused look again, then swallowed several times. “I don’t…I’m not feeling so good.” She shoved the door open and hurled on the ground.

I got out, strode around, and held her hair back. “I got you, baby.”

Now I knew the truth. I was claiming this girl.

She was mine.

She just didn’t know it yet.

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