Page 34 of Outlaws' Single Mom
“Yeah? You think so? Nice. But you haven’t seen us naked yet. Might be parts that don’t live up to your expectations. It’s important that you check before you get too excited.”
Now I know he’s teasing me, so I do it right back. “I’d need a better opportunity. We aren’t exactly alone. A little more privacy for a thorough inspection.”
He puts down his mug and hooks a finger under my chin. From this angle, mesmerizing tattoos swirl out from under the top of his shirt and around his throat. “I can probably arrange for some babysitting.”
“Biker babysitters?”
“Not unless you want him to get his first ink before he starts school. Nah, I was thinking that one of the old ladies has a girl who’s about fifteen. She’d probably be down for watching Logan.”
“Oh, that would work. So long as we can meet her first.” I wet my lips. “Can I ask you a question? Is all this flirting really not a big deal for you guys? Lash and Stiff seem to think it’s all just for fun, but I keep waiting for someone to get angry because I’ve crossed a line I don’t even know is there. Is this a normal biker thing?”
“Normal? Dunno about that, but—don’t take this the wrong way—you haven’t seen much of how the club operates yet. Claiming a woman is a big deal, butfucking is just fucking. We need to get you to a club party so you can see what I mean. For now, just know that as long as you’re not playing games and trying to put us up against each other, me, Lash and Stiff are on the same page. If you want to play, we’ll play.” His fingers stroke down the side of my neck.
The heat of his touch has me distracted, but I manage to produce, “So as long as it’s just us four, anything goes?”
I feel his dark chuckle all the way down into my toes, not to mention some very sensitive spots between here and there. “One on one, two on one, three on one, pick your poison.” His lips are almost touching mine now.
“How would I know what I want if you haven’t really even kissed me yet?”
He laughs, then solves the problem.
As he cradles the back of my head with his strong hand, I slide mine around his neck, exploring his hot skin while he kisses me stupid. I know that’s not how tattoos work, but somehow it feels wrong that for something that makes such a big impact, his skin is so smooth. Then I lose myself in his kiss and forget all about it.
I open for him, and our tongues tease each other as our hands explore. The one not buried in my hair slides down my side until he finds my hip. I explore too, leaving one hand on his neck, but the other is tracing the ribbed surface of his rock hard abs and the hard planes of muscle on his chest. I find a nipple tenting his T-shirt and swirl my fingertips around it, inducing a sharp hiss into my mouth.
The hand on my hip slips under my T-shirt, finding the bare skin of my side before sliding upwards, bringing my shirt with it. I let out a soft moan before I regretfully stop it with my hand, closing over his through my shirt. I pull away, him following me for a moment. “Logan.”
He sucks in a harsh breath. “Right. Fuck. Sorry.”
“No, not sorry. Just not good timing.”
“I like the sound of that,” he growls against my lips before kissing me again, but without pushing for more.
So do I.
19
STIFF
There’sa knock on my door, and when I open, I find Lash with Logan on his arm clutching the football helmet we won for him at the arcade. He lights up the moment he sees me. Jackal is behind them, looking like he’d kill for a cup of coffee.
“Hey, little man. What are you doing here?”
“Mom’s still sleeping,” Jackal says with a yawn. “They had a little trouble at their place last night so they’re hanging with us for a couple days, right buddy?”
Logan nods with a huge grin on his face.
“I told our friend here that we could hang out while she sleeps,” Jackal says. “Maybe find something to eat.”
Lash puts Logan down and the kid immediately starts wandering the hallway. Logan stops at a detached gas tank lying outside of Junker’s door, just out of its box, ready to be brought to the garage. “What’s that?”
“It’s a motorcycle part. It holds the gas that makes the motorcycle go fast.” Lash points at it while Logan tries to peer inside. I’m surprised by how natural Lash is with kids, but I suppose he acts like a kid most of the time anyway.
“Where’s the motorcycle?” Logan asks.
“In the garage. Wanna go look?”
“Yeah!”
