Page 50 of Prince Charming

How could her breathing make him hard as stone?

“You got a good hold of me back there? All you gotta do is let your body go with mine, yeah? Don’t fight it.”

It sounded sexual and her hum stirred filthily within him. Damn, he was twisted.

“Can we go fast?”

Tag’s eyes flickered closed with bliss. This woman.

Rasping, he answered. “Sure, fucking can, darlin’.”

She screamed holy hell in his ear at first as he took the turns with swift dips. He could push his chrome girl up to 120mph and still have control over her, though he went a little lighter on the speed with his priceless cargo on the back. He would have stopped had she not been laughing at the same time.

Halfway home, he passed Reaper, and the pair raised hands in greeting.

By the time he pulled into his driveway, her face was filled with glee.

She swayed a little when he helped her down, and his hand caught at her waist. It was then she noted their surroundings. A brightly lit street that wasn’t hers. “Where are we?”

“My place.”

Tag owned a two-story house on the same street Reaper lived with his old lady. There was only one other house on a plot of land which was currently empty but owned by Texas who planned to flip it.

“Oh, I thought…”

“Let’s get inside before you get cold.” Guarding her, the swift obedience as she caught his hand put fire between Tag’s ears. Holy shit, she was flawless.

Maybe he caught a hit of Lawless’ dominance on the last prison visit.

He handed her the keys, and she unlocked the door like she’d always lived there. Tag switched off the alarm, flipped on lights and watched her reaction to his home. It was nothing grand, something he invested in this past year when he tired of living in an apartment, but it had new furniture. Black leather, light gray hardwood floors throughout, gray rugs and white appliances in the kitchen.

She peeked into the two living rooms leading down to the kitchen at the back of the house. One was for everyday shit, the other had a giant flat screen mounted to the wall for any time the boys came over for a game. Tag prowled behind her when she came to a stop on the black and white tiled flooring, glancing at the rectangle table down one end and all the stove shit down the other. Her breath stopped and started when Tag tipped over her from behind and touched lips to her ear.

“Think you can use that to cook us something? There’s steak and shit in the fridge.”

He heard her little guffaw, felt it shake his chest when he inched closer to get her sweet scent in his nose. Fucking addict right here.

“I do not want to eat shit, Luke. But yes, I can make steaks. I need to shower; I am sweaty from the dancing.”

She smelled incredible. If this was her sweaty, then he had a future of her driving him crazy to look forward to.

A future? He really went there.Fuck.

Taking her hand, he led her up the stairs to the first bathroom. “Drop your clothes outside, I’ll shove them in the laundry and leave you some of my stuff on the bed.” He indicated to the room behind him. She chewed on her lip, watching him before nodding.

Tag, horny as a stud in season, kissed her forehead and got out before he charmed his way in there with her.

She was in his house.

He got his Russian girl over the thresholdat last.

Now he had to work to make sure she didn’t bolt.

Her life wasn’t easy so far, and he was gonna try all he could to make it better, didn’t know how yet, but he knew people who did.

His hard slog had onlyjuststarted.

Tag was always up for a fight.

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