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Then, he shut the door.

She fisted her hands and turned toward the shower. Her foot slipped, and she hit her elbow on the shower door handle. She clutched her arm, rubbing her crazy bone. The stupid plan to get Dio to notice her failed to work.

Chapter Ten

Fuck.

Dio grabbed his cock through his jeans and squeezed, needing relief and yet determined to get rid of the damning evidence of his arousal toward Skye.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on his boots, lacing them up. The tension in his lower back returned, and he stood. He had to keep moving.

He needed to get out of here. He couldn't handle being around her. Maverick shouldn't trust him with his daughter. Everything he'd imagined about her was no longer a mystery. She had a nice little landing strip disappearing between her legs. Her breasts were perky and perfect.

Going over to the bathroom, he rapped his knuckles on the door. "Skye, I'm taking off. Lock the place up when you leave."

The spray of the water hummed in the background. All he could imagine was her hard nipples wet and quivering. It took no imagination to see everything in his head. He'd seen her. All of her.

Grabbing his duffle by the front door, he stormed out of the house. It took him thirty seconds to Bungee cord the bag onto the back of his Harley and ride away from the house, trying to outrun his thoughts and temptation.

He made the short ride to the clubhouse, determined to take himself off running security. Withhis back fucked up, he'd do better working in the parts shop. That way he could stay on his feet.

He couldn't trust himself to be around Skye, morning and night, when all he could think about was her young, fresh body and her willingness to make him feel good.

His balls ached. He parked the bike at the end of the line formed against the back of the building.

In his rush to get off the bike, his boot caught on the seat, and he lost his balance, landing on his ass. Pain radiated down his leg.

He threw the helmet in his hand and gritted his teeth. Frustrated with himself, he rolled until he was on his hands and knees and could get up. Once on his feet, he let out his breath in a groan.

Bane strolled over to him. "Drinking already?"

"I wish." He left his duffle on his bike. "You need to take me off the security roster and put me in the parts shop for the week."

"Back still giving you trouble?"

"Yeah." He limped to the door of the clubhouse.

"You should have Skye help—"

"I'll be fine in a couple of days. I just need to ease back on the riding until I feel better." He walked inside.

Skye's the one who got him into this mess. While not responsible for the problem in his back, the pain of being around her pushed him too far. He was careless. All his attention went to her when she was around, he wasn't watching what he was doing.

He never would've entered the bathroom if hehad been in his right frame of mind. He knew she was taking a shower. He knew she'd be naked. He knew he'd see her.

Fuck. He knew better.

Jagger, Ruger, Cord, Maverick, and Brett sat around the table. He stood at the end, waiting until Bane filled Jagger in on the rotation change.

The MC president glanced at him and nodded. "Brett, you're running security on Crew Two until next week."

"No problem, Prez." Brett leaned back in his chair.

Jagger looked around the table, settling on Maverick. "You're in the shop this week, right?"

Maverick cleared his throat. "Yep."

"Dio's working with you." Jagger turned to the others. "Cord and Link can ride. Maverick and Dio can man the place by themselves."