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By the time he pulled back, my legs were trembling.
“As Tyre would say…mi casa es tu casa.”
“You speak Spanish?”
He shook his head. “Only a few things my brother taught me.”
I swallowed, trying to gather my scattered thoughts as he prowled into the kitchen. I almost missed the part where he mentioned his older brother was the president of his MC—the Redline Kings. Tyre, their treasurer, had taught him that line. “So you think of the other guys in your MC as brothers, too?”
“Absolutely.” He grabbed a bottle of water from the stainless-steel fridge, tossing it to me without looking. I barely caught it, fumbling like an idiot as he leaned a hip against the counter, watching me drink. “My club is a brotherhood by choice.”
I grinned at him. “I love that for you.”
“So damn sweet,” he murmured, straightening to prowl over and give me another kiss. When he was done stealing my breath again, he tugged me to the fridge and opened it again. “See, a fuck of a lot more to choose from than some cheese, bread, eggs, and milk.”
“Okay, you win that one.”
His grin widened. “And I was right about my bed, too.”
I rolled my eyes, but it didn’t stop my pulse from spiking. “You’re impossible.”
His hand slid possessively along my hip. “You’ll find out I’m worse than that.”
My breath caught. He didn’t give me time to respond before he bent and scooped me up like I weighed nothing. A startled squeak escaped me as he carried me down the hall.
The bedroom was exactly what he’d promised—a massive king-sized bed draped in dark sheets that looked sinfully soft. He dropped me onto the mattress, the bounce sending me laughing into the pillows until his mouth found mine again, silencing me with a heated kiss.
“Tatum—” I tried to say, but his fingers were already tugging at the hem of my shirt.
“I’ll feed you after,” he drawled against my lips. “The only thing you need to do right now is hold on.”
Any protest I might’ve made went up in flames as his mouth trailed down my throat. By the time he stripped me bare, all I could think about was the orgasm that was already building.
Later, when I lay curled against his chest with the sheets tangled around us, my body boneless and my eyelids heavy, one thought anchored itself in my hazy mind. I was starving, but Tatum had already given me more than enough to keep me satisfied for now.
5
CALLIE
Sunday evening found me staring at myself in the mirror, still not quite believing I was about to do this. Or that it had been my idea to tease Tatum about taking me for a different kind of ride on his motorcycle instead of in his bed, where we’d spent the past day and a half.
The jeans he had insisted I bring hugged my hips, and I finally knew why he’d told me to pack them. They were tucked into a pair of heavy black boots laced up my calves. A black leather jacket hid my pink T-shirt. The only thing missing was the helmet a prospect had delivered earlier, along with the jacket and boots.
I headed out to the living room and shot Tatum a look. “I still can’t believe you really had someone drop all this off for me.”
He grabbed the helmet off the low table near the front door with a grin. “Needed you dressed right for your first ride.”
I tipped my head, still not sure how to process the way he thought so far ahead. “And the gym shoes you stuffed in my tote? Why not those?”
His eyes softened just a little, the edge in his smile turning warm. “Because my woman deserves more than sneakers whenshe’s on the back of my bike. You hold on to me. I’ll keep you safe.”
Heat curled in my belly at the quiet conviction in his voice, butterflies swirling over how easily he called me his. All I could do was nod.
“Ready?” he asked, jerking his head toward the door.
I swallowed hard. “As I’ll ever be.”
Down in the parking lot, the sight of his Harley sent goose bumps racing over my skin. The machine was all gleaming chrome and matte black, and somehow, the small amount of damage from the incident with my bike had already disappeared. He put on his helmet and made sure the chin strap on mine was tightened.
