Wild Ride (Wind Dragons MC #4.5)(12)

I pretend that it’s Tia.



When my phone rings two days later, I answer it without looking at the caller ID.

“Yeah?”

“Hey,” she says, making my eyes widen.

“Tia?”

“Yeah,” she replies, sounding amused. “So I’m kind of in a pickle and was wondering if your offer to help still stands.”

“Yeah, of course it does,” I say, pausing the camera footage I was watching. “Where are you?”

“At my house.”

“No work today?” I ask as I get up and walk through the clubhouse.

“Day off.”

“Okay, well, give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be right there.”

I know where she lives already, because I dropped the girls home the night Tia kissed me. It feels good that she called me over anyone else, knowing how she feels about asking for help. I’m surprised she didn’t try to fix the damn car herself. I’m going to take it in for service and cover the costs. I don’t care what she has to say about it anymore.

I get on my bike and ride straight to her house, parking on the grass. I walk up to her front door and pause before I knock, asking myself exactly what the f*ck did I think I was doing here? But she asked for my help, which is a big thing for her, and there’s no way I’m going to turn her down. I can control myself around her for a few hours. It’s not like I have no self-control—we’re not gonna end up f*cking in her backseat or anything. I knock three times, and she takes a few seconds to open the door.

She looks beautiful. She’s wearing those damn shorts again, and the choker that I know now is a part of her everyday look. She’s wearing a flowy white top, one that shows off her shoulders. I think I can see her nipples through the material, but that might be my overactive imagination.

“You came,” she says, opening the door wide.

“Well, I did tell you to call me if your car acts up again,” I tell her. “I thought the Wind Dragons were getting it fixed, though?”

She flashes me a grin and says, “I never said this was about the car.”

“Oh,” I say, narrowing my eyes on the little minx. “Then what did you need help with?”

I look down her body once more. If she needs help with that, there’s no way in hell I can say no. I’ve wanted her for too long, and here she is in front of me, looking too perfect to be true. She’s wearing no makeup—and in my opinion she’s much prettier that way, natural. Not all women can pull that off.

“Well,” she says, taking a few steps forward. “My air-conditioning kind of won’t turn on, and I was wondering if you’d have a look at it.”

I swallow hard, my eyes never leaving hers. She stands still, waiting for my next move, and I know that this time she isn’t going to make it first. Last time, she kissed me, and then I acted like it was a mistake, something that can never happen again. I shouldn’t kiss her right now. I have shit with my club going on, I’m working on saving Shayla, and Rake is going to lose his shit over this. But in a way, that’s why I need this so much. Something for me—just me. Something that I want, I need, without thinking of anyone else’s opinions. Fuck everyone else. Sometimes I deserve to be happy too, and right now nothing else seems to be cutting it. I take a step forward and cup her cheek with my right hand. “Are you sure it’s not working?”

“Why else would I tell you to come over?” she says, raising her brow.

“Maybe because you wanted something else,” I say, my gaze lowering to her pouty lips. “Maybe you’re pushing me to take what I want.”

“I shouldn’t have to push you to take anything,” she fires back, licking her lips.

“I know,” I whisper. “But it’s complicated.”

“It always is.”

I lean down and slam my mouth against hers.





CHAPTER EIGHT




Tia

SO technically, I cheated.

Although I didn’t kiss him first, I invited him here under false pretenses. I didn’t know what would happen, exactly, but I wanted to see him, spend more time with him. Since I had the day off, I was alone in the house and I couldn’t stop thinking about him, so I went out on a limb and called. I just wanted him, in any way, shape, or form, and now he’s here, his mouth slanted on mine, giving me more of those kisses I’ve been dreaming about since I first tasted him.

His other hand lands on my back, bringing me closer to him like he can’t get enough. His tongue delves into my mouth in that expert way of his, making me moan—begging for more. He guides me as I walk backward until the back of my legs hit the couch, then he turns me around and sits on the couch, lifting me up so I’m straddling him, all with his mouth still on mine. Impressive.

I’m pretty much sitting on his hard cock, feeling it for the first time. Unable to stop myself, I grind against him, and this time it’s he who moans. He pulls his lips away from mine and he looks at me with such lust in his eyes that I kiss him again deeply, showing him without words that he’s not alone in this, that he drives me just as crazy, and that I can’t get enough of him.

I grip the bottom of his T-shirt and start to lift it up. He moves back to take it off the rest of the way, revealing smooth, tanned skin. I run my hand down his stomach, which is hard as a rock, like velvet over steel. This is the first time I’m seeing his body, and it’s f*cking amazing.