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I stared at him for a long moment, then held my hand out. “Give me your keys.”

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He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You want to go sit in the car?”

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“No, I want them because you’re a cocky son of a bitch. And if that guy kills you, I still want to be able to get home tonight.”

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Buck chuckled.

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Colt’s lips curled upwards. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “It’s seriously fucking hot when you talk like that, you know?”

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I shoved him away. Because it was his presence that got me hot. In more places than one. He pulled his keys from his pocket and made a show of dropping them into my hand. Then shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed it at me.

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It hit my chest and slid to the ground. “You want me to hold your shit? Ask.”

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Amusement danced all over his face. “You’re such a fucking firecracker. Please, Lacey. Will you hold my things while I go kick this guy’s ass?”

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I held my arms out. Colt crouched, sweeping his jacket from the ground, his gaze burning over my thighs and belly as he straightened. He placed the jacket in my arms, before pulling off the t-shirt he’d worn below it.

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My brain short circuited.

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I didn’t even try to pry my gaze from his body. His broad shoulders were sculpted from pure muscle. A solid chest led down to abs cut from steel. V lines dipped either side of his hips, a light dusting of dark hair beneath his navel.

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A body for sin.

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One I instantly wanted to do bad bad things with.