We done with this talk about everything?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“You good?” he asked.
Oh yes. I was good. I nodded but added another soft, “Yes.”
His hands slid down over my ass and he ordered, “Then hop up baby, Time to f**k.
Tag: tack
My eyes narrowed and I snapped, “You’re not allowed to do that shift.”
His head jerked slightly and he asked, “Say again?”
“Be sweet and make me all melty and want to jump you when I ‘m celebrating my heretofore unknown badassness with a bunch of bikers and their bitches. Not to mention, I’m hungry.”
Tack grinned as his arm snaked around me and he yanked me close.
“You wanna jump me?” he asked.
“I always want to jump you,” I answered.
“Good to know,” he muttered.
Love you, Red.
Kristen AshleyTag: tack
Go to him, Sweet Pea.
Kristen AshleyTag: hawk
No, it was because Hawk, Brock and Mitch stormed that house at Tack’s side. This meant, to Tack, they were different kinds of brothers. Not of blood. Not of the cut. But that bond was unshakable all the same.
Kristen AshleyBabe, look at me.”
“Kiss my ass,” I replied.
And into the darkness, to his sleeping woman, he whispered, “You don’t know this, baby, but some men have dream women too.
Kristen AshleyWoulda made a deal with the devil to get my wife and daughter back." He was still whispering and my breath stilled.
"Don't have that chance so nothin' I can do about that. But I darkened your door, baby, and you lit up my life again so I'm not lettin' that go.
Hey, honey,” I greeted. “What’s up?”
“His filthy, rusted, beat up, in desperate need of a trade up truck is still in front of your house, that’s what’s up,” was Martha’s greeting
Why do I suddenly want a scary biker dude?
Kristen AshleyTag: motorcycle-man
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