Page 11 of Bear

She glances at Tuck and the kid shakes his head. “Oh, not my friend Tucker here,” I stand and clasp my hand on the kid’s shoulder. He shakes under my grip. “The other one at the garage.”

Her eyes narrow. “I’m gonna kill Bobby Ray.”

“Don’t go too hard on him. We were pretty persuasive. Ain’t that right, Crow?”

“Yep.”

I swing my gaze back to Tink. “It seems the only person in this entire town who can’t be persuaded is you.”

“Can I talk to you?” she asks through her teeth. “Alone?”

I grin. “Thought you’d never ask, darlin’.”

I follow her into the adjoining living room. A worn sectional sofa takes up the majority of the space. There’s a large flatscreen on the wall, and picture frames of little kids and people who I assume are Jupiter’s parents line the mantel, there are potted plants, knitted throw blankets, but there’s not one thing in this room that screams her.Interesting.

“What do you want, Tennessee?”

“I think you know what I want.”

“It’s almost done.” She’s lying through her teeth, but I play along anyway.

“Good. ’Cause I’m gettin’ real tired of ridin’ bitch, but that’s not actually what I was talking about.”

Tink’s brows pinch together. I move across the room in a heartbeat, grab her cheeks, and plant one on her. She lets out a startled cry, but it’s swallowed by my mouth. She bites my lip hard and pushes me away. I swipe my thumb across my lower lip and dart out my tongue, suggestively licking away the drop of blood she drew.

“I like your fight, darlin’.”

“Oh, I’m just getting started. Touch me again without permission and I’ll show you a fight.”

I grin and lick my lips again. She follows the movement with a hawk-eyed gaze. “Then I can’t wait to do it again.”

Another of her brothers and the pretty boy from her shop enter the living room and stop dead in their tracks when their eyes flit between me and Jupiter.

“Jupiter?” the asshole she doesn’t share blood with, and who looks at her like she’s fuckinghis,asks. His gaze rolls over me and finds me wanting.He’s right. I want her on her knees before me and worshiping my cock, and nothing will fucking stop me from getting what I want. “Everything okay?”

“Yep. Fine,” she says over her shoulder. “Get the fuck out of my house, biker.”

“Prospect, get your ass out here,” I call to Crow, fighting hard to hide the amusement in my voice. “I’ll see you tomorrow, darlin’.” I wink and then lean in as I pass her. “And my bike better be fuckin’ ready, or you best be prepared to be bent over that desk in your office, just like we talked about. You enjoy that sweet little peach pie now. I sure will when I finally get a taste.”

I pause only long enough to hear her sharp inhalation, and then I push past the sorry bastard who thinks he has a chance with her, and I head outside.

“Wait. We’re not staying for dinner?” Crow asks.

Jesus fucking Christ.Way to ruin my exit, asshole.

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