Page 6 of Tamed By A Knight

“Better than.” We strap our helmets on. “How many left?”

Tex grabs a handbook from a satchel hanging off the ass end of his bike. He shuffles to the last page with writing on it, and after scratching Jerry off the list, says. “Three left for the night. Two along this road and one on Lucielle Avenue.”

“Mind taking Lucielle Avenue on your own?” As much as I want to, I can’t drop him on all three stops. With a new shiny badge on my jacket, there’s a certain standard I’ve gotta uphold. And at least with Jerry’s confirmation that things are quiet, there shouldn’t be any trouble along this road.

“Yeah, no prob.” Tex lights a cigarette and reaches for his key in the ignition. “Need to handle that call?”

“Uh-huh.” I pull my riding gloves on and start my bike. Tex is quick to follow, and we ride side by side to the next destination.

Our first stop goes down without a hitch, quick in and out with a smile and a thank you. The second, a fuel station run by two older folks with their daughter running the register at night, is much the same. No trouble, other than the grievances they’vehad in their personal lives that I’ve become an expert at blocking out.

It’s on the way back to our bikes after finishing our check-in that Tex speaks about my arrangement again.

“Think it’s trouble?” he asks while we mount our motorcycles. “I’m sure the boss won’t mind if we deal with it before heading over to the corner store on Lucielle.”

“Don’t think it’s trouble, no. Someone needs my help.” Money and power aside, it’s helping folks that drew me to the Knight Riders. Sure, we do some bad things to get ahead, but helping this community thrive is the good deed that makes it right.

Before Tara, I almost lost sight of the importance of our operation. Getting bogged down in the day-to-day, it’s easy to forget the finer details. Saying it out loud, getting the warm fuzzies inside, that’s how I know I’m doing the right thing by helping her whenever she needs it.

“All right then.” Tex lights another cigarette, scanning the street up and down twice. How his lungs handle a cigarette every twenty minutes is beyond me. “I’m gonna be riding around a while after I finish, so you give me a call if you need backup.”

“Got it.” Starting my engine and rolling forward just a little, I give him a pat on the shoulder. I see it all the time, must be something to the gesture I don’t understand. “Stay safe out there, chief.”

Tex gives me a thumbs up as I ride into the night.

Arriving at the bar, it looks nothing like Tara’s usual hangout spots. It’s not dingy, per se, but it doesn’t have the same chic elegance I’m used to seeing her in. Definitely more my kind ofplace, a dive bar through and through, with a few familiar faces from the clubhouse hanging around outside.

We greet as I pass them, but while they smile, drink, and remain jolly, my nerves about why she called amplify. What trouble could she have gotten into that it would take this many of the Knight Riders to sort out?

Stepping inside, I’m met by jolly sounds of laughter, loud voices calling from across the room, and overall pleasantries across the room. Not a single whiff of trouble anywhere in the room.

“Can I get you a table?” a waitress asks, but before I have the chance to reply, I see Tara sitting alone in the distance, and she knocks all sense out of my mind.

She’s running her tongue up the length of a straw sticking out of a pink cocktail, with her powder blue eyes glued to mine. Mischievousness twinkles inside them, enhanced by the wicked grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

Collecting my jaw off the floor and reminding myself that the young lady at my side is better off serving whoever enters next, I answer, “I’m meeting someone and I just found her.”

“Got it.” The waitress crooks a brow at me, as though I’ve gone completely insane, and shuffles off. I make my way to Tara, whose devious little grin stretches wider and wider with each step I take.

“This isn’t what I was expecting.” Not that I had many expectations at all.

“Like it?” Tara jumps out of her chair and rushes around the table to pull out my chair.

“Love it.” I drop into it with a chuckle, watching her saunter back to her own seat.

I’d be an idiot not to steal a glance of her body wrapped up in a short plaid skirt that barely covers her ass. Her black top is tucked into the skirt, or maybe it’s one of those one-piece things that have a button nestled against her crotch. The image flashing across my mind instantly makes my cock throb. Silky smooth legs that bend and curve inward to her holy V. Toned muscles pressing against the tight shirt, raising to the voluptuous mounds of her breasts. Nipples, like daggers jutting against the shirt, expressing her arousal without Tara needing to say a damn thing.

“Thought you might.” She snaps me back to reality from the picture I was admiring inside my mind. She’s back in her chair, leaning halfway over it, deep black mascara enhancing her sultry gaze. “Wanted to make this as comfortable for you as possible.”

“Looks like you’ve succeeded. Hell, that doesn’t even cover how well you’ve done.” A waitress stops at our table, and thank fuck it’s not the same one who met me at the door, and I order a soda. It takes her less than a minute to deliver my drink, with a bounce and a smile. “It does beg the question of what we’re doing here. I’m used to getting you home safe, not joining you for drinks.”

“You got me thinking the other night.” She pauses to sip her drink, and I do the same. “Said you didn’t want to take advantage of me in a drunken state.”

My cheeks warm to uncomfortable levels. “The remedy is getting me drunk, too?”

“That was the plan before you ordered soda.” She winks, still using her tongue to play with her straw. “See, subtlety is an artform. One I guess I’m not very good at. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Bring you out, say things straight, and we take it from there.”

With the picture of her half-naked body still rooted deep in my head, and the feeling of being ambushed creeping in, I’m stunned and locked in place. It’s in my best interest not to say or do something stupid, let Tara take the reins and lead me wherever she wants.

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