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fault.  If Harley hadn’t seen that, things might have turned out differently.  And there’s no way we can let you stay on the street another night.  You should’ve come here sooner.”
    “Yeah…I guess.”  My heart filled with hope when he said I could stay.
    “But you can’t stay at the clubhouse, either.”
    “Why not? I’ll be fine. I practically grew up there!”
    “Well, that’s when you were a just a kid.  It’s not much of a place for a nineteen year-old girl to hang out.  There’s a lot of horny dudes there.”
    “Including you?”  I asked him teasingly.
    “Yeah, including me.  Fuck.  Listen, that can’t happen again.  Harley is pissed now, but if it happens again, now that I know it’s you, he’ll fucking knock my head off.”
    “Well, Mason, Harley hasn’t been around me for a long time, so as far as I’m concerned, he doesn’t get the privilege of pretending to be the protective big brother.  I can do whatever…and whoever…I want.”
    “I hear what you’re saying, but trust me, Rebel - it’s never happening again, you got it?”
    “Sure, sure, whatever.”
    “Okay, good.  Now that we’re clear, you can stay at my house until Harley cools off, then we’ll ask him if you can stay with him.  Maybe I can help you get a job and an apartment.  But in the meantime, you can hang at my place.  I have an extra bedroom you can use.”
    I threw my arms around his neck, bouncing with excitement, the satin fabric of my bikini rubbing against his leather vest.
    “Oh, thank you, Mason!” I said, pulling back.
    The snap on his vest caught my bikini top, pulling it down as I backed away.  My breast fell out, my hardened nipple protruding in the breeze.
    We both looked down at it, motionless.  Slowly, I raised my hand to cover my breast and raised my eyes to meet Mason’s gaze.  I bit my bottom lip and batted my eyes at him.
    “Whoops. Sorry about that…”  I whispered.
    He groaned, his gaze fiercely fixed on mine.  
    “Watch yourself, baby girl. Watch yourself. Come on,”  he commanded gruffly.
    I’d rather watch you, I thought, as he stood up and walked away.  
    As I followed closely behind him, his muscular ass provided me with the best view I’d had in a long, long time.

     

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Flying down Central Expressway with Rebel’s arms wrapped around my waist, I reminded myself that I tried to let her walk away.  But something in the way her lip quivered when Harley yelled at her tore me up, and I couldn’t help but feel responsible.
    I knew Harley had been worried about her.  He had mentioned her often over the years, expressing his disappointment, guilt and regret at the way things turned out.  It was hard on him, and I knew it.
    And he knew I never would have fucked his little sister if I had known it was her.
    But I had fucked her.  Hard.  She had turned into quite the little sexy vixen over the years, and I wished like hell she had been someone else.
    I should have known, though.  By her eyes.  Her voice.  Something had nagged at me about her, and I should have listened to my fucking instincts before I bent her over my bike.  But the way she had fingered the leather on the bikes had turned me on in a way I hadn’t felt in years, and when she untied that bikini top, there was no turning back.
    And goddamn, it was fucking amazing.  Even if it was incredibly wrong.
    My body was in a constant fight between my raging cock and my guilty spirit, as I watched her walk out of the parking lot and sit at the bus stop.
    Harley had been rough on her, and it was all my fault.
    I had only intended to give her a ride, but when she said she didn’t have a place to live, I felt like even more of an asshole.  I was positive that if Harley knew that, he wouldn’t let her spend another night on the streets.
    But he was in no shape to change his mind right now.  Maybe if he hadn’t been tortured with the vision of his best friend making out with his