Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Sophie,” he sighs heavily, taking my hands in his, kissing the knuckles on each hand. “I’m not asking.”
I sigh. His commanding tone is kind of dreamy, but it’s also annoying as fuck. I slide my hands from his grasp, shaking my head as I put more distance between us. “Yeah, well, I’m not going with you. End of story.”
Tank laughs, and the sound is rich and deep. I’d almost forgotten his beautiful and contagious laugh. “Wouldn’t it be great if that was the end of this?” He shakes his head. “What you don’t seem to understand, sweet Sophie, is that’s my baby you’re carrying. Our baby and I won’t let you or our baby get hurt when I can prevent it, which I can. So get your beautiful, sexy ass in gear because we’re heading into lockdown, and we need to get back ASAP.”
“No.” I fold my arms across my chest, determined and defiant. “If you need to go, that’s on you. But I won’t be locked down anywhere.”
Tank’s stare is like a drill, trying to bore right through my defenses. “Soph, I can’t find these fuckers and keep tabs on you at the same time. Not when some creep’s out there following you.”
I bite my lip, looking anywhere but at his piercing gaze. “Tank,” I start, hating how my voice wavers.
“I mean it,” he cuts in, and his voice is like gravel mixed with authority. “We’re not having this out right now.”
“I’m not trying to pick a fight,” I snap back, but then I’m spilling everything, about the creep at the store, the threat against his life. It tumbles out in a breathless rush.
“Fuck,” he swears, his face setting like concrete. Anger rolls off him in waves, almost tangible. “Sophie, just... pack. Please.”
I stand there, frozen at his tone that leaves no room for arguments. It’s kind of hot, which is all kinds of fucked up, but I instinctively bristle at his command. “I can’t.” My words come out quiet and shaky, and I hate it.
“Why not?”
“Because they treat me like shit, Tank. The baby and I don’t need that kind of stress.” Tears well up in my eyes, and I’m so hormonal I can’t do anything about it. “I went to them scared and full of questions, and it was made abundantly clear to me that I’m an outsider. After all the years working for Nova at the clinic, they acted like I’m not welcome anymore. I’ll feel better if I stay here. I promise I won’t go outside again.”
His broad shoulders fall, and he presses his forehead to mine while his hands cup the sides of my face. “I’m so sorry, Sophie. I really fucking am. It kills me to know you weren’t treated right, but I need you to trust me. Not my brothers, just me. Can you do that?”
I do trust Tank more than I realize until this very moment. “I trust you, Tank. But I don’t feel comfortable there. Why can’t you stay here with me?”
“Look,” he starts, and there’s a weight in his sigh that tells me this is serious. “Shit’s going down that I can’t tell you about yet. But believe me, you’ll be safer at the clubhouse. I gotta have my head in the game. You get that, right?”
I let out a sigh because, yeah, I get it. But that doesn’t make it any easier to swallow. “I do, but—” How can I argue when I know he needs to be laser-focused for whatever bad-news-biker drama is about to go down?
“I’m up for a little... persuasion if you get my drift,” he says, his voice dropping to a husky, melt-the-polar-ice-caps tone.
Can’t help the grin that splits my face because, damn, the man knows how to short-circuit my brain. “Persuade away,” I tease, the heat lighting up every nerve ending.
His smile’s all the warning I get before his lips claim mine, fierce and sweet and reckless. And just like that, any semblance of logic I’ve got left flies out the window.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Tank
“Are you convinced yet?” I devour her mouth until her hands grip me, and her body shudders. “How about now?” I ask softly as I kiss my way down her body, slowly peeling her out of every stitch of her clothing until her plump tits and swollen belly are revealed to me. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.” She’s soft and angelic, like the fancy paintings you see in museums and shit.
“Touch me, please.” Her whispered plea hits my ears, and suddenly it’s like a wild animal takes over.
I take one step closer, bringing our bodies as close as they can get without merging. I drop my mouth to a hard nipple while my hand finds her pussy wet and swollen, already pulsing for my touch. I take my time, teasing her clit, and her opening until she’s trembling and making incoherent sounds.