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willingly and
stroked his tongue with her own. With the taste of her on his lips he came
hard, his seed splashing in spurts all over the shower wall and he groaned as
fire flashed through his body. When the rush finally started to recede, he
released his cock and put his other hand on the wall and closed his eyes as the
water sluiced over his back and washed away the only evidence that remained of
the most intense orgasm he’d ever had in his life.

Chapter 4
     
    If
one more guy grabbed her ass, Riley was going to lose it. She slapped the
latest offender’s stubby fingers away and headed back to the bar to fill the
drink order. Three days ago when Mac had offered her the waitressing job on the
spot, she’d thought she’d died and gone to heaven. The tall, leathery old man
with stringy gray hair and cigarette stained teeth grossed her out, but he
hadn’t seemed to care that she’d never waitressed a day in her life so that had
been a huge plus.
    He
was also okay with paying her under the table, not that the pay was any good.
She just hoped the tips she made would be worth all the leering looks and pushy
hands she was getting. If she’d been less desperate and more alert, she might
have noticed what a dump the place was, but it had been daytime when she’d
interviewed so it hadn’t been crowded and she hadn’t noticed how filthy it was
or the low quality clientele. It looked like her job hunt would have to
continue, but at least there would be a little bit of money coming in in the
meantime.
    There
was only one other waitress, an older woman named Mara, and oddly enough she
looked a lot like Mac. Riley never considered herself a looker but she supposed
when it came down to Mara and herself she had the edge. This was the first time
she actually wished she were the invisible one. Mac plopped several drinks on
her tray and she dodged the sweaty bodies that somehow managed to press up
against her no matter how much space she put between them and her. She deposited
the drinks at Stubby’s table and then made her way to the few booths that lined
the far wall.
    Two
men had taken up the last empty booth and the one facing her gave her a broad
smile as she approached. He was very easy on the eyes, all-American boy next door
type but built. His shaggy hair made him appear young but as she got closer she
could see he had to be in his mid-twenties. He wore a dark blue button up shirt
and nice slacks, definitely white collar type, and he stood out like a sore
thumb among the aging, biker wanna-be crowd.
    “Hi,
what can I get you gentlemen… ” Her voice stuttered to
a halt when she saw who Blondie’s companion was. Gabe. He looked up at her with
a dark, hooded expression. He almost seemed hostile which didn’t make sense
since it’d been a couple days since their brief encounter in the hallway. She
couldn’t have pissed him off just by commenting that he looked tired, could
she?
     
    ***
    Gabe
knew he was confusing her with his silence and fierce expression but he
couldn’t get the image of that guy putting his hands on her ass out of his
mind. He and Shane had just taken their seats when his wandering gaze had
finally located Riley, but watching the majority of the men leer at her as
she’d walked passed had him starting to get out of his seat before he
remembered that she wasn’t his to protect. But when the one guy with the greasy
black hair and long scraggly beard had actually put his hand on her, he had
gotten up. Only Shane’s questioning look had kept him from striding over to the
guy and knocking him to the floor. He needed to get a grip on his fury before
he spoke to her so he glanced at Shane. Luckily his buddy got the message.
    “Hi,
I’m Shane.”
    Riley’s
eyes were locked with Gabe’s for another moment and then she remembered herself
and turned to shake Shane’s proffered hand.
    “Riley.”
    When
Gabe still didn’t speak Shane went on. “You a friend of Gabe’s?”
    “We’re
neighbors. Um,