Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“I could,” I replied, meeting her eyes without a trace of apology. “Seems dishonest, though.”
Her blush deepened as she opened a cabinet, and I took the coffee from her before she could start it. Tamsin gave me a pointed look but stepped aside, letting me fill the machine while she set out two mugs and reached for the cream. She moved through the small kitchen with sleepy familiarity, and I watched because I liked imagining her bent over that counter with those little shorts pushed around her hips.
She escaped to the bedroom with her coffee before the heat between us turned breakfast into a repeat of the previous night’s kiss. By the time she returned in dark jeans, boots, and a fitted blue shirt, my control had settled back into place, but my body still reacted to her curves.
She checked her phone, picked up her bag, and reached for the car keys hanging near the back door, but I held out the spare helmet a brother had delivered with my duffel.
“I have a truck,” she grumbled, curling her fingers around the keys as she looked from the helmet to me.
“It’ll still be here when we get back.” I lifted the helmet slightly, making it clear the offer was not changing.
“That wasn’t my point.”
“I know.”
I waited, wearing the relaxed smile that already made her eyes narrow. Tamsin looked from me to the door as though measuring whether she could reach the truck before I intercepted her, then apparently remembered how easily I had carried her twice the night before. She looked back at me with the resigned irritation of a woman beginning to understand how much patience I possessed when I knew I would eventually get my way.
“Do you intend to make every conversation this difficult?” she asked, taking the helmet.
“Only the ones where you’re wrong.”
She muttered something about unbearable men and settled the helmet over her wild curls. I reached up, my knuckles brushing beneath her chin as I adjusted the strap one notch, then another, taking considerably longer than the task required. Her eyes widened while color swept over her cheeks, but she held perfectly still.
“You’re doing that slowly on purpose.” Her accusation had enough sass to make my lips curve and my dick twitch.
“You want it secured correctly?” I asked as I checked the strap again.
“That is not an answer.” Her eyes narrowed, although the quick jump of her pulse beneath my fingertips betrayed how much the contact affected her.
“Agreed.”
I let my fingers linger briefly beneath her jaw, feeling the quick jump of her pulse. Her lips parted as she looked up at me through thick lashes, and I released her before I put her against the side of the house and found out how loudly she would say my name with my hand inside those jeans.
At my bike, I showed her where to plant her boots and waited until she settled behind me. Her palms rested lightly against my sides, making me grin after the way she had clutched my cut during our kiss. I reached back, caught both wrists, and pulled her arms firmly around my waist. Her tits pressed against my back, and the heat between her thighs settled close behind me.
“Tighter, pretty girl. I don’t want polite.”
Her breath caught against my shoulder before her arms tightened. My cock went hard enough to make the ride a calculated act of self-inflicted pain, but I started the engine before the urge to turn around and drag her onto my lap won. Tamsin began stiff and careful, then gradually learned to follow my body through the canyon curves instead of resisting each lean. By the time we reached the compound, every acceleration brought her closer, and I already disliked the idea of riding without her wrapped around me.
Bikes and trucks filled the lot, and brothers moved between the clubhouse, garage, and surrounding buildings. Tamsin removed the helmet after I parked and looked around with alert interest, taking in the armed men and black cuts without shrinking from the rough energy of the place. Curiosity outweighed intimidation, and that pleased me almost as much as the flush the ride had left on her cheeks.
I took the helmet from her and guided her inside the clubhouse with my hand at the small of her back. Men greeted me as we passed, several glancing curiously at Tamsin before returning to whatever they were handling, and she stayed close enough that her arm brushed mine.
Stryker’s office was already crowded with officers and patched brothers who had worked the fundraiser or spent the night gathering information. Tamsin paused just inside the doorway, her gaze moving over the broad shoulders, visible weapons, battered coffee mugs, and papers covering every available surface.
Ledger took a drink from his mug and grimaced. “Who made this shit? It could dissolve metal.”