the extra bolt that had been installed on the door.
She fought a laugh as, half a minute later the doorknob turned, but the lock held. It jiggled again but didn’t budge. River softly cursed from the other side of the door.
“Let me in, damn it. I’m naked out here.”
3“No way in hell. You can huff and puff but that’s one solid door. That’s the great thing about these old houses.” She tapped on it to be sure, relieved at the solid-wood sound. “Real thick doors.”
“Damn it, open it up now. This isn’t funny. You have my clothes in there.” He jiggled the handle again. “Let me in, woman.”
Hurt washed through her. “You don’t remember my name, do you? That’s why you keep calling me Fuck And Run, baby, and now woman.”
“I remember it.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the door. “I’ll tell you what, River. You say my name and I’ll unlock the door. Hell, I’ll get on my knees and blow you for real this time. What’s my name?”
“Son of a bitch,” he growled. “Okay, you got me. I don’t remember it but let me in to get my clothes at least.”
“Good night, River.”
She closed her eyes, keeping her back to the door. On the other side she heard him ground out a string of curses. She worried he’d try to kick the door in but then she heard something that made her eyes fly open.
“Hello? Nav? Is that you? Are you home?” Trina’s voice drew closer.
“Son of a bitch,” River cursed. “Fuck.”
She heard bare feet pound as he ran, probably into one of his brother’s rooms to find clothes.
3 Chapter Four
The son of a bitch didn’t remember her name. Brit fumed while she showered early the next morning, washing her body a little too roughly but not caring. Did he sleep with so many women that he couldn’t remember one name? It burned that it had to be hers he couldn’t remember, though she’d just had sex with him the day before last.
He hadn’t returned to try to get into his room last night because Trina had come looking and she’d heard him yelling at her to not come into Dusty’s bedroom. That’s where he’d fled to, probably to steal his brother’s clothes. In minutes he’d met Trina in the hallway and Brit had listened to them chat for a few minutes. Trina seemed happy to have him home then they’d walked away to go to the kitchen for a middle-of-the-night snack.
The shower door was suddenly yanked open, the smoky-black, frosted-glass door creaking on its hinges, and it startled Brit so bad that she nearly fell. She spun around to face whoever had picked the bathroom lock to get inside.
River wore jeans and nothing else. His hair fell wet, just past his shoulders and he grinned down at her, letting his gaze take in every wet inch of her exposed body. She gasped, grabbed her breasts in her hands, and twisted her body sideways, lifting her leg a little to try to hide.
“Morning, Brit, darlin’.” He winked. “You enjoy that there shower while I’m busy removing the locks on my bedroom door? Oh yeah,” he chuckled, bringing up his hand from behind his back, shaking her key ring. “Try to leave without a car. You can have these back just as soon as I nail you.” His sexy dark eyes sparkled with amusement as his gaze lowered. “And it will be soon.”
“You son of a bitch, give me my keys right now.” She couldn’t lunge for them without letting go of her breasts.
He spun around, used his bare foot to close the shower door, and in seconds she heard the bathroom door slam as he left the room. Rage hit her hard. The bastard had her car keys and had thrown down the gauntlet to her while taunting her with them.
She had to fight the urge to scream and punch the tile wall as she finished rinsing out the hair conditioner super fast. In minutes she dried off and dressed, then stormed out of the bathroom. She decided she might have to kill the bastard, take her keys, and leave right after saying goodbye to Trina, just the
She fought a laugh as, half a minute later the doorknob turned, but the lock held. It jiggled again but didn’t budge. River softly cursed from the other side of the door.
“Let me in, damn it. I’m naked out here.”
3“No way in hell. You can huff and puff but that’s one solid door. That’s the great thing about these old houses.” She tapped on it to be sure, relieved at the solid-wood sound. “Real thick doors.”
“Damn it, open it up now. This isn’t funny. You have my clothes in there.” He jiggled the handle again. “Let me in, woman.”
Hurt washed through her. “You don’t remember my name, do you? That’s why you keep calling me Fuck And Run, baby, and now woman.”
“I remember it.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the door. “I’ll tell you what, River. You say my name and I’ll unlock the door. Hell, I’ll get on my knees and blow you for real this time. What’s my name?”
“Son of a bitch,” he growled. “Okay, you got me. I don’t remember it but let me in to get my clothes at least.”
“Good night, River.”
She closed her eyes, keeping her back to the door. On the other side she heard him ground out a string of curses. She worried he’d try to kick the door in but then she heard something that made her eyes fly open.
“Hello? Nav? Is that you? Are you home?” Trina’s voice drew closer.
“Son of a bitch,” River cursed. “Fuck.”
She heard bare feet pound as he ran, probably into one of his brother’s rooms to find clothes.
3 Chapter Four
The son of a bitch didn’t remember her name. Brit fumed while she showered early the next morning, washing her body a little too roughly but not caring. Did he sleep with so many women that he couldn’t remember one name? It burned that it had to be hers he couldn’t remember, though she’d just had sex with him the day before last.
He hadn’t returned to try to get into his room last night because Trina had come looking and she’d heard him yelling at her to not come into Dusty’s bedroom. That’s where he’d fled to, probably to steal his brother’s clothes. In minutes he’d met Trina in the hallway and Brit had listened to them chat for a few minutes. Trina seemed happy to have him home then they’d walked away to go to the kitchen for a middle-of-the-night snack.
The shower door was suddenly yanked open, the smoky-black, frosted-glass door creaking on its hinges, and it startled Brit so bad that she nearly fell. She spun around to face whoever had picked the bathroom lock to get inside.
River wore jeans and nothing else. His hair fell wet, just past his shoulders and he grinned down at her, letting his gaze take in every wet inch of her exposed body. She gasped, grabbed her breasts in her hands, and twisted her body sideways, lifting her leg a little to try to hide.
“Morning, Brit, darlin’.” He winked. “You enjoy that there shower while I’m busy removing the locks on my bedroom door? Oh yeah,” he chuckled, bringing up his hand from behind his back, shaking her key ring. “Try to leave without a car. You can have these back just as soon as I nail you.” His sexy dark eyes sparkled with amusement as his gaze lowered. “And it will be soon.”
“You son of a bitch, give me my keys right now.” She couldn’t lunge for them without letting go of her breasts.
He spun around, used his bare foot to close the shower door, and in seconds she heard the bathroom door slam as he left the room. Rage hit her hard. The bastard had her car keys and had thrown down the gauntlet to her while taunting her with them.
She had to fight the urge to scream and punch the tile wall as she finished rinsing out the hair conditioner super fast. In minutes she dried off and dressed, then stormed out of the bathroom. She decided she might have to kill the bastard, take her keys, and leave right after saying goodbye to Trina, just the
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