Page 64 of Property of Stone
With pursed lips, she twisted her neck to stare back at him.
A dark eyebrow cocked. “What?”
She shook her head.No, Taryn. No! You need to smack yourself on the nose with a rolled up newspaper. Get any thoughts of Stone, his tattoos and that freaking beard out of your head.
His red flags were not waving; they were whipping around in hurricane-force winds.
“Still waitin’ for an answer.”
She shrugged like his words didn’t affect her in any way. “Like most people, I use my mouth for communication and sustenance.”
“Got a son. Had to use it for more than that.”
“It had nothing to do with getting pregnant. If I had used my mouth instead, Wren wouldn’t be here.”
She couldn’t say she wished she didn’t have Wren since he was her world, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t wish he had a different father. Just like Stone wished Sunny had a differentmother.
But both of them had to deal with what life had handed them.
Here she was, sitting on the back deck of a house she was temporarily living in with a non-law-abiding biker in her attempt at “dealing.”
Life was crazy and unpredictable.
A year ago, Stone had come to her rescue. Now…
He had once again come to her rescue.
Shit.The man went toprisonfor her. Maybe notforher, but because of her. Stone lost over thirteen months of his freedom, thirteen months of being away from his daughter, for defending her.
She closed her eyes and blew out a breath. She owed him. “You’re right.”
“Usually am.”
She ignored that. “I realize you’re looking out for my best interests. I tracked you down to thank you for getting involved at the Shoppes at Susquehanna, but I need to thank you again for opening your home to not only me, but my son. For caring enough to be worried about our safety.”
“We’re both benefittin’ here. Ain’t all one-sided, Taryn.” His head tipped to the side as he studied her. “Can think of somethin’ else that can mutually benefit us both.”
“What?” He was talking about sex, wasn’t he?
She startled when he surged to his feet, spun, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her from her seat. When her mouth opened to ask him what he was doing, he took it.
He took her mouth without warning. Without asking.
Simply claimed it like it was his.
Holy shit.
She should be clawing his eyes out, not digging her nails into his shirt and clinging to him.
She should be shoving him away, not pulling him closer.
She should be biting his tongue, not allowing it to tangle so damn skillfully with hers.
She should be cursing at the gall of his actions, not groaning in encouragement.
What was wrong with her? Was it shock? Or awe?
He wouldnotbe her next bad decision. He. Would. Not.
