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wrenching
itself from my heart, tears stinging my eyes, as he threw me my
clothes.
    “Why are you behaving like
this? I thought you liked me?”
    “I thought you liked me
too. For what I am, not who I am.”
    “I won't pretend to know
what you're talking about. Why have you used me? Why,
Josh?”
    “You give it out, you get
it back. That's life.” His tone was cruel and hard.
    “I don't understand. I've
never given anything out. You bastard!”
    “Come on. We both know the
game's up. Take it on the chin, sweetheart.” He turned on his heels
with a parting comment. “I'll see you around.. No hard feelings,
okay?”
    No hard feelings? What?
    And he left me there.
    I cried like my heart would break. I was
humiliated, angry, hurt, used and cast off like the condom lying on
the floor, next to me.
    And I had no idea what I'd done.
    Well fuck him,
goddamit! Fuck him to hell.
    He was the nastiest type of player
imaginable.
    What a bastard!
    But I tried to hold onto a shred of pride as
I left. I held my head high and made my way to my bike trying not
to break down, holding back the fresh flood of tears that had
formed and were threatening to fall.
    He'd thrown us away.
    Like we meant nothing.
    Like I meant nothing.
     
     

CHAPTER FIVE
    JOSHUA
    It was almost ten days later, before I saw
her again. I'd avoided coming to town on her shift. But tonight, I
bit the bullet. I wasn't hiding from her.
    She was in the bar and
serving customers. My heart lurched.
    So goddamn pretty, I wanna eat her.
    I swore she got more beautiful every time I
saw her. She was all pink lips, huge eyes and eyelashes to die for.
She looked a little pale and drawn, but other than that, she was
her usual much too beautiful self.
    She scowled at me, then deliberately blanked
me from her field of vision.
    Kicker went for the drinks and I slid into a
booth opposite Pete. I sat with my back to her so I didn't pine
after that far too beautiful face, those sweet lips and those soft
and slender curves. I had a hard on whenever she entered my
thoughts. I couldn't shake her loose no matter what I tried. Her
voice was like a song echoing in my head. It kept playing and
playing.
    The passing of a week had changed my
feelings a little. Or maybe a helluva lot.
    Despite it all, I still wanted her. With a
strength of feeling that shocked the fuck out of me. I'd felt a
real shit using her the way I had. I should have just confronted
her. Having sex with her like that, almost as a form of punishment,
was a despicable thing to do. I had to have a last taste. A really
long and in depth taste of the girl who'd hooked me so fast and
hard with her lies. And it had been a mind blowing hot taste which
kept replaying in my memory.
    That kind of behavior wasn't me. That wasn't
what I was about. I wasn't vindictive by nature. But I felt let
down. She'd hurt me. She'd used me more than I'd used her.
    Who liked being used for their potential
wealth factor? It didn't make a guy feel good at all.
    But the way she'd reacted, not guiltily or
angrily, but so naturally upset, told me she had feelings for me,
no matter her initial motive.
    And I'd killed those feelings stone
dead.
    I sipped my beer, in a world of my own.
    Thinking.
    I forgot myself for a while.
    Where I was... who I was with...
    I was back there, in the barn, drowning in
her arms and melting into her luscious sweet smelling body. I was
hard as iron imagining that point where she flushed with heat,
coming hard and fast. I broke out in a sweat, wanting it again, so
bad that I ached inside.
    That was sheer heaven on earth.
    I'd told the guys I wasn't seeing her any
more. We had a lot of different values, we weren't compatible at
all, I'd said, vaguely. They'd both given me an odd look, not
believing a word I'd said and confused at my sudden u-turn where
she was concerned. Tactfully, no one pushed me on it.
    Christie came up to the table, her warm smile shaking me
out of my dark moodiness. Christie was a pretty girl. She