Page 24 of Prince Charming

He was good, that much she could tell.

She’d even started watching MMA fights on television to compare, and Tag was by far more superior.

It couldn’t be an attraction. This new thing she experienced burning inside her.

And it wasburning.

Every day for five days.

Unable to speak to her children this week, it put Marianna in a funk.

And so, she let Tag distract her.

A brutal fighter who used every part of his body to earn a win.

He was poetry in motion.

A demon coming for war and she found it magnificent to watch him, with a pulse tapping hard in her stomach. Frightened for him as he grappled, but also this rapid burning she felt too.Alive.

She felt alive, watching two men trying to hurt each other.

The bike engine stopped. Hearing the heavy footsteps on the metal staircase outside, she pulled open the door before his first loud knock finished shaking the wood.

Tag flashed his signature biker grin. The same grin that she saw turned many gym bunnies into piles of horny hormones at his feet.

He might dress in worn denim and leather and walk like he owned the world, but the charm oozed out of him.

“Hey.” She breathed, looking up. His light-colored hair was windswept, and he dragged a hand through it. The other one was holding a large paper bag as she moved back to let him inside out of the cold.

“Hey, darlin’. You didn’t come to the cookout. I brought you a little something of everything.”

Oh, that was tonight?

“Thank you.” She said. “I was reading and forgot the time.”

His smirk appeared as he shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it over a chair, and then unpacked the feast. Glorious smells hit her nose, and she wanted to crane around his thick forearm to see what he’d brought her.

“Darlin’, you had no intention of coming to the party.”

She flushed. This was true. She couldn’t picture herself at a biker party. Everyone talked about how crazy they were.

“Zara, the girl you met the other day, she was there with all her kids, she would have kept you company.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize children attended.”

“Babe,” he grinned. “It was a family thing, not an orgy.”

Breathless, she listened to his laughter while he grabbed a plate and fork. She had to ask. “Do…do orgies happen?”

The look he cut her over his sharp shoulder would have eviscerated a woman capable of combustion. Lucky for Marianna, she was incapable of those emotions.

The look was her answer, and she felt a tug of sickness, wondering if he did those things.

“No, darlin’. I don’t fuck in groups of more than two. Me and a woman.” He started. “You’re gonna hear shit about my club. Most of it isn’t true. You ever wanna know something, you ask me, okay? I’ll tell you.”

“It’s none of my business.”

It wasn’t. But she found herself curious, anyway.

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