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  “Ignore him,” Levan told me. “Just because a woman is beautiful doesn’t mean she’s going to rip out a man’s heart…or his wallet. She’s got a great smile. You should talk to her. See how long she’ll be in town.”

  The only thing they agreed on was that I’d gone too long without getting laid. That I needed to unwind and cut loose before things got out of hand. That I was hanging by a thread and if I didn’t do something about it fast, I’d unravel again. Spiral down into one of my episodes.

  They were probably right. They knew me better than anyone else in the world.

  After they went off to do whatever they’d planned for the evening, the girl with the butterfly hairpin in her hair left with her female friend.

  I didn’t see her again that evening.

  But I couldn’t get her off my mind that entire night.

  I didn’t waste my time talking to her, so in a way, I took Sly’s advice. Not that I would’ve talked to her anyway—not consciously, at least.

  But dreams were a little different. In my subconscious replay, when she crashed into me a second time, I was the one to catch her arms to steady her.

  Her skin was soft.

  Warm and soft, and the scent of her already wrapped me. It was like sunshine and vanilla, almost like I was touching a summer day. Some of the cold places inside me shriveled and grew smaller as I slid my hands down to take her hands.

  “Hi,” she said, smiling up at me.

  “I didn’t get your name,” I said instead of responding. Dumb thing to say, but what makes sense in dreams? When was I was going to get her name? Right after she crashed into me? Right before she took off?

  “I didn’t get yours,” she replied.

  “It’s D…Mac,” I said, correcting myself even in the dream. Devin didn’t exist anymore. Devin was gone. Devin was dead. The Devin that lived on stage was just part of the act. A fictional character for the sake of the fans. I’d been Mac ever since the day I’d run away and Mac was who I’d always be. Reaching up, I took one of her thick, soft, golden locks of hair and wrapped it around my finger. “What do I call you?”

  “What do you want to call me?” She grinned up at me and the smile made her nose crinkle up just a bit. It was a smile that could be sweet or sexy or somewhere in between. Then she rose up onto her toes and pressed her lips to mine. “I can be whoever you want me to be, Mac.”

  Before I could kiss her, she swayed away, settling back on the flats of her feet and I saw that her smile could be sinful as well.

  I caught the back of her neck and pulled her flush against me. The butterfly pin in her hair glittered in the light. “Be mine…for now.”

  I backed her up against the nearest wall, reaching under her skirt and tearing her panties away.

  “Just for now?” she whispered against my lips.

  My only response was a nod.

  “I’m yours, then. Just for now.”

  I fumbled with her clothes, tearing them away because I wanted her naked when I had her wrapped around my neck. She had her hair twisted into a loose knot and I speared my fingers into it, dislodging the hair pins and sending them flying…all save one. That pretty little butterfly, tucked just there.

  Pulling her face to mine, I kissed her roughly as I boosted her up.

  I didn’t need to worry about being gentle. This was nothing but a dream and when I drove deep inside her, she was wet and tight around my dick, moaning hoarsely as I fucked her so fiercely I was sure she’d feel it for days.

  Her nails bit into my shoulders and I wanted, more than anything, to stay right there. Even in a dream, it felt better than anything else I’d ever experienced.

  I withdrew, lifting her up as I did so, then I thrust forward and up, dragging her back down on my cock.

  She screamed, her breasts soft against my chest as I pounded into her.

  I wanted to feel her mouth against mine, wanted to swallow those moaning cries down.

  Thrusting my hands into her hair, I tugged her face to mine.

  Against my left palm, I felt the scrape of the butterfly pin and it grounded me. “Not so fast,” I muttered, forcing myself to slow down. I needed to…slow down…make this last.

  “Don’t make me wait,” she said, her voice raspy.

  “I’m not…I just…” She tightened around me again, the silken tissues of her pussy milking me and I growled against her mouth, rotating my hips and sending my cock back inside her cunt. “You feel like heaven. Maybe you’re an angel…or the very devil.”

  A smug smile curled her lips. “Don’t you wish you knew? Come here, Mac. Kiss me…let me taste you.”

  I kissed her.

  I tasted her.

  And I wondered if she was anywhere as sweet in reality as she was in my dreams.

  I woke up sometime before the dream ended with my hand around my cock, the fantasy taste of her on my lips and a groan trapped in my throat.

  Swearing, I started to pump my fist, trying to keep the scattering threads of the dream from dissipating altogether.

  Her mouth under mind, her hands on me, her pussy wet and tight around my cock.

  And her voice, broken and hungry, as she cried out my name.

  I came, the release vicious, almost painful.

  And I wondered what in fucking hell her name was.

  5

  Mac

  The next day, she sat at the bar, alone. She was nursing a drink just for the sake of keeping her hands busy.

  What are you thinking about, beautiful? I couldn’t help but wonder as I studied her from a distance.

  She had a pensive expression on her face as though her mind was a million miles away.

  Go talk to her, LeVan had said.

  I didn’t even recall getting up until I’d already pushed off the armrests of the leather chair and took a step.

  Then the seat next to hers wasn’t empty. A guy settled in the stool next to hers and started talking to her.

  My butterfly hairpin girl gave him a polite smile, but the expression on her face was clear.

  Not interested.

  I was ready to help him to the nearest door, but he didn’t get up to make his exit soon enough for my liking. As her shoulders grew more rigid and the expression on her face went from thoughtful, to politely dismissive, to irritated, I decided he should’ve made his exit the second he entered the bar.

  This guy revealed himself to be both a prick and a douchebag.

  Just from looking at him, I knew he was prone to violence, narcissistic, and probably wouldn’t hold back when it came to how he treated women. He had that air about him—one that I’d never mistake again.

  If it weren’t for the butterfly hairpin she wore the day before, I might have waved over one of our security personnel to handle the asshole. If it weren’t for that pretty little butterfly, I’d be long gone. But somewhere behind the reinforced walls deep inside my chest, she reached out to me.

  Pretty soon, I’d made up my mind that I wanted to reach back.

  Then the idiot laid a hand on her, and she recoiled.

  That was when he sealed her fate to mine.

  The asshole would pay for touching her.

  If he was lucky, I’d let him leave without breaking that fucking arm.

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