Page 146 of Indecent Lies

Deciding instantly that he could go another hour without sleep.

His woman was needing him. He’d die without sleep before he put anything before her.

“Tell me you love me,” he issued gruffly.

“I love you.”

He grinned in the dark. “Gotta be quiet, Poppy,” he warned, pushing her legs open to make space for him, “can’t wake the kids.”

She giggled into his mouth, which soon turned into a luxurious moan he gulped down when he fed her his tongue.

Then gave her a slow fucking, long enough that they were both tired the next day.

But happy too.

THIRTY-FOUR

“Atonement comes in all colors.” - Texas

There was no way to guess that Texas would havethe talkwith her while she was sipping a daiquiri in a busy biker bar that night.

They were there on the invite of the Renegade Souls men.

“We should talk. You and me, it’s a thing, Poppy.”

Honest to Goodness, she would have agreed to headbutting the beautiful lady bartender if his hand went on moving around the back of her neck in the way he was doing.

Sighing dreamily with her eyes on him, she smiled up at Tait.

“I thought all the sex meant we already were. You mean I’ve been sleeping with a non-committed boyfriend all these weeks? For shame, Tait.” She mocked a gasp and he grinned slickly and brought his hand around to roll his thumb pad on her lips.

She immediately nibbled that thumb and heard him hiss.

His eyes started burning like two stars, making Poppy giddy inside.

After all these years of hoping—wishing, longing for the boy she could never have.

Here she was with Tait Hunt and she was nibbling on his thumb while his gaze was full of sex.

“Tait Hunt is my boyfriend,” she whispered, just to hear herself say the words.

And what did the man do?

He threw his head back, burst out laughing then buried his face in the side of her neck.

“Maybe one day you’ll call me Texas.”

“Is that what you want?”

He was playing with a lock of her hair, twirling it around his finger as he pulled her closer, rubbed his nose along hers and rasped. “Maybe when I’m planted inside you.”

Oh, wow. She went hot all over.

“Well you are a hot biker, so maybe I should. Sometimes.”

He bent in and touched his mouth with hers.

“I might throw tantrums sometimes,” she chewed her lip, better he knew all the good Poppy with the bad Poppy from the onset, she thought.

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