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“Don’t hurt your brain there, biker boy. I’ve got my car, so I’ll follow you,” she pats me on the head.
“Fucking sass.” I chuckle, watching her walk to her car.
Pulling my bike to the edge of the street, I wait for her to pull behind me and set off toward my home.
CHAPTERSIX
PANDORA
I’ve never had sex in an alleyway before, but we will definitely be doing that again. There is something about Tank that the second I see him or feel his hands on me, I have the urge to climb him like a tree and lick him all over. It’s like I become possessed by a sex-starved, crazy woman. Then again, before Tank, it had been nearly a year since I last had sex, so I am pretty close to a sex-starved, crazy woman.
Following behind him on his bike, he looks the epitome of power and grace, watching him handle that beast of a machine between his legs. Yes, I’m talking about the Harley and not just his dick. Pulling up to his house, I park behind his bike on the drive. Before I have a chance to do anything, my door opens, and Tank shows me his hand to help me out of the car.
“Just a second, I need to put my shoes on,” I tell him as I reach for my heels in the footwell.
“You drove in bare feet? Darlin’ that’s dangerous,” he warns me.
“Not as dangerous as driving in these heels, but don’t worry, I’m a pro.”
“There is definitely more to you than meets the eye, Pandora,” he says as he helps me from the car.
I can’t help how my body tenses at that. From the look on his face, he caught it.
“Whatcha see is whatcha get.”
I giggle, hoping to change the subject.
“We going inside?” I ask as I start to walk to the door.
“Yeah, we’re going inside,” he replies, but I know he’s not done with the subject.
Once inside, I get comfy on the couch.
“You want a drink?”
“Please, water will be fine.”
“You sure? I have beer, tea, or coffee. Think Carrie has some of them fruity teas here,” his muffled voice comes from inside a cupboard.
“If you have a chamomile tea, that would be great. Otherwise, water is fine.” I chuckle back.
“I have chamomile. Carrie keeps some in stock here for when she comes around.”
“Carrie is Joker’s ol’ lady, isn’t she?” I ask, trying to remember everything he’s told me.
“Yeah, we’ve been friends since we were kids,” he replies, coming into the lounge, with a steaming mug and the tag hanging over the side.
“Thank you,” I smile as I take the warm mug and cup my hands around it.
“Welcome, darlin’. Wanna watch a film? Action or comedy?”
“Comedy, please, I’m in the mood for a laugh.”
He chooses the Happytime Murders, and the film starts. He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into him.
“Thought we said comedy, it has murder in the title?”
“It is a comedy, got Melissa McCarthy and The Muppets in it. Meant to be funny as fuck.”
