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Brett lifted his hand and gave her the peace sign. She looked at Dio and found him still standing at the front of the car, staring at her. If he was a stranger, she'd be intimidated. He was big, rough, and scary when he scowled.

He walked to the side of the car and braced his hands on the door frame, lowering his head to her level. "Straight home. Don't stop. Don't look at anyone. Call and leave a message on my phone when you get there."

"But—"

"If you can't do that, I'll follow you and carry you up to your apartment myself."

"Why are you being this way?" She hit thesteering wheel. "I couldn't predict that I'd get a flat tire."

His gaze lowered to her chest and then he met her gaze. His was heated. Hers was stubborn. The more he tried to push her into a corner, the more she wanted to fight for him.

"Fine. I'll follow you." He stormed away from her car with a slight limp.

She almost felt bad for riling him when he suffered with a hurt back. But she was more determined to end the torment she was living with. He needed to hear how she felt about him.

As soon as he got on his motorcycle, she pulled out onto the road and headed straight to his house before he could stop her. She had no idea what she'd say when she arrived, but she wasn't going to go to bed tonight without getting everything off her chest.

Chapter Twelve

"What the hell, Skye?" Dio carried his duffle and helmet up to the front door of his house. "I should call your dad to come and get you."

Skye stood on the step, having beaten him home after he told her to go back to her apartment.

"Why involve him? I came over because I need to tell you something." She held up a bag. "Plus, I promised to give you a massage every morning and night until you feel better. I never go back on my word. Besides, I owe you. When I called the clubhouse, I wasn't expecting you to come with Brett to fix my tire. I thought Cord would send one of the prospects."

She talked too damn fast, he couldn't get a word in. He unlocked the door and swung it open. "My back is better."

She put her bag down and frowned. "Why are you lying?"

"I'm not."

"I saw you limping."

"I'm okay, or I will be." He dumped his things by the door. "Jagger's letting me work in the shop, and staying off my bike seems to help."

She sighed heavily and approached him, putting her hands on his chest. "I'm sorry. I made you ride tonight, and now you're hurting. There's no reason to lie if you're in pain. I can help you withthat." She took his hands and pulled him toward the bedroom. "Stretch out on the mattress. I'll give you a massage and undo the damage I've caused you." She led the way. "I'll have you feeling better in no time."

He watched her firm, plump, butt cheeks peek out from her shorts when she moved. Her hips swayed side to side, hypnotizing him.

"You need to go home." He stopped beside the bed before he lost the argument.

"I will." She slid her hands under his vest and had the leather off him before he could stop her. "When I'm done. Right now, I'm going to work the muscle spasms out of your lower back."

She pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans and worked her hands under the hem. He grabbed the material at the back of his neck and whipped the shirt over his head to keep her hands off him.

"Oh, good." She patted his stomach. "You finish getting undressed and stretch out on the bed. I'll grab my bag. I brought a new lotion that I hadn't tried before. It's supposed to feel wonderful, and I'm anxious to see what you think."

She hurried out of the bedroom. He groaned, shoving his hands in his hair. He had no intention of getting on that bed. Instead, she needed to spit out what she had to say and then get home before it got too late.

Jesus...she shouldn't have walked out of the apartment dressed the way she was. His balls ached. The woman in that car when he pulled up was not his Skye. The Skye he'd watched grow up had her whole life in front of her. She shouldn't be throwing it all away, going out and getting into trouble.

Skye returned to the room. "Go ahead and get on the bed."

"No."

She glanced at him as she rummaged through her bag. "Does it hurt too much? We can try the stretching exercises while you're on your back like we did the other day."

"I don't want a massage."