Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
But she was here for Tank.
Because she loved him.
Besides, if he could surprise her, then maybe the rest of the club wasn’t so intimidating either. She had to give them a chance before judging them.
A man approached them.
“You went through with it. Good for you.” The biker winked at her. “I’m Reaper.”
“Nice to meet you.” She was surprised she managed to squeak that out.
“Where’s Lord at?”
Reaper shrugged. “Probably in his office. You going to give her the tour?”
“Not today. Just breaking the ice,” Tank said. He led her away, and she nearly tripped on the unpaved ground like an idiot.
“Who was that?”
“He’s our top enforcer, but he has a soft spot for women, so I felt okay introducing you to him first.”
“And what does that mean?”
“Reaper has some hard limits. He watched his mom being abused most of his childhood, so he can’t stand to see any woman hurt. It can be a pain in the ass.”
“Why?”
“Because sometimes we have to do hard things.”
She didn’t ask for more clarification. Bell was already a mess of nerves just being here.
They entered a huge building. It was a mix of a hotel and dorm but more rough around the edges. He led her down long hallways and up a flight of stairs, finally reaching a room on the second floor.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“I told you. My room.”
He opened the door and beckoned her to enter. It smelled like him. That in itself calmed her a degree. The room was large with a big window that overlooked the yard they were just walking in. His bed was big, the blankets unmade. She imagined him sleeping there alone, and somehow her body reacted despite her nerves.
She walked around, looking at Tank’s personal things for the first time. He’d always come to her apartment. He seemed to know her inside out while she knew too little about him. At least he’d finally made the effort to introduce her to his life.
“You like?” he asked.
She turned to look at him. “It’s a great room. I think it’s almost as big as my whole apartment.” Bell giggled nervously.
“What’s wrong?” He approached her, cupping her face in both his hands. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes. No. I don’t know.”
“Stop being scared. You did nothing wrong.”
“I don’t belong here,” she said. “I’m different than everyone here.”
“Bell, you belong wherever I am.” He leaned down and kissed her lips, soft and perfect. The kiss deepened, and her fears slowly faded. He had the power to make her feel safe when she’d always felt alone in the world.
“Stay here tonight.”
“Sleep here? In your room? I work tomorrow.”
“I’ll drive you in the morning.”
“But my uniform—”
He shut her up with another kiss, his tongue teasing her into oblivion. Before she knew it, he’d backed her up to his bed, his big body lowering over hers.
“Stay,” he whispered against her lips. Tank slid a hand under her shirt, squeezing her breast, his thumb running across her nipple.
“But—”
“Please.”
How could she refuse him when he begged? He sounded so damn sexy and adorable all in one. She didn’t answer him. Instead, she arched her hips up. He growled, his hand moving down to cup her pussy.
“Anything you want, I’ll give it to you, Bell.”
“What do you want?”
“You. All of you. I want this pussy and your ass.”
Her entire body sparked to life just hearing the suggestion of anal. It was dirty and intriguing. She’d thought about it when he’d teased her asshole during sex before. The lightning storm of sensation had been unreal.
“Okay.”
He pulled back to look down at her, his brow furrowed. “Okay? You answered pretty damn fast.”
“I trust you,” she said.
“In that case…” He stood up and tugged off his t-shirt. God, she loved his body, so hard and ripped. Even his sheer size turned her on.
“What if someone comes in?”
“No one would dare come in my room without invitation, not even my prez.”
“What about those women?” she asked.
“I’m with you, Bell. The only woman I want is in my bed.”
Did she trust him? She desperately wanted to. “I don’t compare to those girls out there, Tank. I don’t understand.”
“What’s there to understand, Bell?” There was a sharp edge to his words. “I love you, not them. I don’t want a fucking whore who’s ridden half the club. I want a real woman. I want to be with you.”
Love?
He’d said it without even realizing it, but her heart was still pitter-pattering. She loved him back one hundred percent. In fact, Bell couldn’t imagine her life without her big bad boy.
He stepped away and opened a drawer, coming back with a tube of lubricant.
“What’s that for?” she teased.
“Second thoughts?”
She took a breath. “I can handle you.”
“Can you, Attitude?”
Bell parted her legs in invitation. She was still fully dressed, but the simple movement made something snap in Tank. He leaned down and grabbed the waistband of her pants and peeled them off in one, clean stroke. Next came her panties. She was already so wet, and she wondered if he noticed.