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standing on her front porch while she unlocked the door. There were no streetlights, and in the dark he couldn’t tell much, but he got the impression of a little house with a cottage look to it. He wasn’t familiar with this part of Birmingham. She lived in Crestwood North, an older part of the city with mostly families and stuff. He was out of his element and feeling awkward as hell about that scene with Brian. He was still reeling from the shock of it. The one that got away suddenly showing up out of the blue and throwing your past in your face sort of did that to a guy, so he tried to cut himself some slack.
    “What’d you expect? A cave?” Randi asked sarcastically. “Ooga-ooga,” she said, sounding like a Southern cavewoman. “Come into my cave and fuck Randi.” She accompanied her demand by grabbing a fistful of his shirt and yanking him in the door. She sort of threw him against the wall and pressed herself to him, from her tits to her knees. His brain got a little foggy at that point. “Unless you’re not into it anymore?” she asked seriously. “Then you can get the fuck out. I’m tired.”
    “You say fuck a lot,” he answered, peeling her hand off his shirt. “Fuck this, fuck that, fuck me.”
    “Well?” she said impatiently. “Yes or no?”
    “I have a choice?” he asked, as if considering it.
    “Not anymore,” she answered flatly, pulling away from him and opening the door wide. “See ya around, player.”
    Ty laughed and pushed the door closed. “Lighten up, cop. I’ve been dying to fuck you since you sashayed across the dance floor toward me in that crappy bar.”
    “Yeah, man, what the fuck were you doing at Kitty Licks in the first place?” She snorted in disgust. “You need a keeper.”
    “Come on,” he defended himself. “Kitty Licks? Who could resist that?”
    “It used to be a high-class titty bar. But that was years ago, before my time. They just never changed the name.” She shrugged as if she didn’t care much.
    “I thought I was going to get laid,” Ty admitted ruefully. “It sounds like the kind of bar where a fuck is guaranteed.” He never thought he’d say something like that to a woman, but Randi just took it in stride.
    “You are,” she said pragmatically. “All’s well that ends well.”
    She reached for him again, but he grabbed her wrist. “Oh, no,” he said with a little laugh. He walked around her and she spun to keep her eyes on him, her captured hand in a fist. She wasn’t really trying to get away, but she was wary.
    “I could take you,” she said, pulling lightly on the arm he held.
    “Probably,” he agreed, not doubting it for a minute. She was soft and curvy, but tough as nails. The dichotomy appealed to him. “But I think you’re the kind of woman who likes to be taken instead.” Without warning he gave a hard yank on her arm. She ended up with her front pressed against the wall, Ty pressed against her back. She squirmed, but she wasn’t trying to get away. She was trying to push her ass into his dick. He’d read her right.
    “You think you’re man enough to take me?” she challenged him in a sexy, rough voice.
    “And man enough to make you love it,” he promised. “I know shit that will make your eyes roll back in your head while you scream my name.”
    “What if I forget and scream someone else’s?” she teased.
    Ty huffed a laugh into those wild curls. “Then we’ll have to start over until you learn my name.”
    “I’m a slow learner,” she warned. “Very slow.”

Chapter 3
    Randi stood under the shower spray and let Ty gently comb the conditioner through her hair with his fingers. “For a big guy, you have very gentle hands,” she said. “I thought you were kidding about washing the glass out of my hair.”
    “Nope,” Ty said. “I don’t want to eat glass while I’m licking my way around your delectable body. And a shard in your eye would ruin the moment.”
    “I can play injured,” she boasted.
    He