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.I wave at her and notice that her yelling has brought everyone else out of their tents to see us.Gunnar rounds his tent with another rider named Kyle and spots me immediately.I’m momentarily stupefied as the six foot, tanned sex god makes his way toward me.His blonde hair flips out from under his baseball cap, curling at the ends and bringing attention to his gorgeous face.His dark tan makes his light blue eyes drastically stand out and his teeth look whiter.The tight blue tank top he’s sporting leaves little to the imagination about how ripped he is.Muscles are protruding in places I didn’t even know people could have muscles.Add that to the fact that he’s wearing his riding pants with a pair of white riding boots just adds to the deliciousness that is Gunnar Drake.For a second I forget that the sexy bundle of Nixon is standing right next to me until he reaches over and touches my elbow, jolting my body and capturing my attention once more.“You okay sugar? Your cheeks are a bit red.”“Yeah I’m fine, just a lot hotter out here than I thought it was going to be,” I tell him, not elaborating that it’s Gunnar that is kicking up the heat.I really like Gunnar, especially the things his Australian tongue knows how to do down under, but I don’t think I can give up what Nixon and I have going for us right now.Sex hasn’t ever been this addicting, even when I was with Gunnar.Let’s just hope that he’ll let our past stay there.“Scremmie Back,” Gunnar yells in his mouth watering accent and begins to jog toward me.I guess he’s not going to sweep our sexual relationship under the rug like I’d hoped when I hear the stupid nickname he gave me years ago.Why does everyone feel the need to give me a damn nickname?It should embarrass me that he’s just yelled this to all of my friends, but I’ve been around crass and annoying riders for way too long to be offended.“Hey Gun,” I say cheerily as he wraps his arms around me and hoists me into the air, chuckling in my ear.“Did you just call her Scremmie Back?” Nixon asks him.Oh fuck.This isn’t going to come out well, I know it.“Yeah I did.I gave little Miss Emmie that nickname, what was it, about three years ago?” I shrug and then nod because that sounds about right.“Yeah, it was right after we hooked up in Florida.That was the week that I found out she’s quite the screamer when she’s on her back, so I call her Scremmie Back.” Gunnar, with an arm still wrapped around my shoulders, gives me a little shake as most of our friends laugh at his story.Nixon is not one of those people.He looks pissed.His hands are clenched tightly at his sides and his jaw looks like it’s clenched so tight that his teeth might crack.“Em, can you help me get our bikes out of the truck so we can get the tent set up?” he asks, his tone too quiet to seem calm.I step out of Gunnar’s hold and make my way to the back of Nixon’s truck, jumping into the bed to un-strap my bike.“Scremmie?” Nixon grits out without looking at me.I let out a huff of air to calm myself down before I answer him.“Yeah, it was a long time ago Nixon.It’s no big deal,” I say nonchalantly, because I don’t want this to be a big deal.I just want a chill weekend with some friends, not to fight with my-whatever Nixon is to me.After we both get our bikes down the ramp and settled on the soft dirt, Nixon decides to lay into me again.“It is a big deal, Emmie.Now I get to spend the weekend listening to him tell all of our friends how much you love being on your fucking back.I don’t want to listen to everyone here talking about how many times you’ve fucked them.”This pisses me off because he’s making it seem like I’ve slept with everyone here.He has no idea how many times I’ve been told by different girls how great he is in the sack, even before we got together.Plus it’s not like I was locked in my room, helpless and virginal, waiting for Nixon fucking King to come into my life.I’ve had my fair share of sexual encounters and I don’t need Nixon getting pissed off every single time we run into one of them.I get my bike unloaded and instead of helping get all of our supplies out and our tents set up, I strap on my riding boots and my helmet, skipping my riding gear because it takes time that I’m not willing to spend right now.I thrust down on my kick start and only catch Nixon throwing his hands in the air to get my attention from the corner of my eye as I gun it past him.I need to get away from him for a second.I need to be able to breathe and not feel like a whore because I’ve slept with someone else.I also need to calm down because if he opens his mouth and says one more dickheaded comment, I might just strangle him.* *I spend almost two hours riding around, enjoying the beauty that is Moab before I decide to head back and get my gear set up
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