Motorcycle Man (Dream Man #4)(73)
Oh boy.
That was nice.
“Honey,” I whispered.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, pressing his h*ps into me, “seriously, stop being sweet.”
“Maybe we should go to sleep. I can’t be anything unconscious.”
“Yeah you can. You go back to cute.”
I blinked up at him and asked, “Pardon?”
“You go back to cute. You got these times when you press close and you make noises.”
“I make…” I paused, “noises?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you saying I snore?”
“No. I’m sayin’ you make noises.”
“What kind of noises?”
Tack didn’t respond for a moment then he asked, “You don’t know you make ‘em?”
“No.”
“No other man told you about them?”
“No.”
“Fuck, how many men have you had?”
“Tack,” I steered him back to target, “noises?”
“In your throat. Like little moans. They’re cute.”
Oh God.
“They’re also hot.”
Well, that wasn’t so bad.
Tack went on. “They sound like you sound when I’m buildin’ it.”
“Building what?”
“Buildin’ you up to coming.”
“Great,” I muttered. “I don’t know whether to be mortified or turned on.”
“How about just bein’ you. It isn’t mortifying ‘cause it’s cute, it’s sweet and it’s hot. But it don’t matter since there’s nothing you can do about it anyway.”
This was good advice so I decided to take it.
“Though,” he continued, “when you do it pressin’ up against me, it wakes me up, I hear it, you’re close, I don’t know whether to lie there and enjoy it or wake you up and f**k you.”
At that moment, I would have advised him to choose the latter.
Instead, I suggested, “Go with your gut.”
“Gut tells me to f**k you.”
“Like I said.”
Tack threw his head back and burst out laughing and I grinned through the dark at him while he did it. My arms around him, holding his big, shaking body close and really liking the sound and feel of his humor all around me.
When he was mostly done, but still chuckling, he dropped his head and took my mouth in a hot, sweet, wet, long kiss that left me slightly breathless and holding him even closer.
“All right, Red, time for some shuteye,” he muttered when he released my mouth.
“Okay, honey.”
“Three.”
“Pardon?”
“Three honeys.”
He was counting.
“Now you’re being sweet,” I whispered.
“You gonna fall apart on me?”
“I’ll try not to.”
“Good,” he said softly then dipped his head again and touched his mouth to mine before he rolled, taking me with him and settling us with me tucked into his side. “Now sleep.”
“Your wish is my command.”
“Attitude,” he muttered.
“What do you expect? You just ordered me to go to sleep.”
“You wanna watch TV with the kids?”
“No.”
“So what’s with the sass?”
“It’s me.”
“It is,” he sighed. “Fuck me.”
“You said you like it,” I reminded him.
“Gotta shut up to sleep, Tyra,” he noted.
“Apparently I don’t since I make noises while sleeping.”
“Fuck,” he murmured.
“All right, all right. I’ll shut up and sleep.”
“’Preciate it, baby.”
I snuggled closer. Tack’s arm around my waist tightened while I did so and only relaxed after I did.
Then I studied the planes of his chest in the dark, the darker marks of his tats until my eyelids drooped and I fell asleep.
Tack woke me in the dead of night, hand between my legs, lips to mine and I could feel I was already wet. I knew this because I was totally turned on.
The second my eyes opened, he whispered, “Goin’ with my gut, baby.”
I smiled against his mouth.
Tack kissed the smile from my lips.
Then he f**ked me.
Then he let me go back to sleep tucked to his side.
He f**ked me again in his shower the next morning. Apparently, the shower drowned out my moans. It didn’t matter anyway, the kids weren’t up.
Then we got ready, he put me on the back of his bike and took me to work.
More soap opera from the boys at work before it was quitting time and I could go home and gussy up.
This brought me to now. Sitting in Club in a little haltertop dress that was clingy, had a short skirt, serious cle**age and was the color of aquamarines. I wore it with spike-heeled, strappy, silver sandals. I also wore it with lots of chunky, kickass silver jewelry, three times as much makeup than I normally wore on my face and my hair out to there.
And I was sitting with Gwen, Mara, Tess Lucas (Mitch’s partner’s wife) and Elvira. Our posse also included Gwen’s friends Camille and Tracy and Mara’s friend LaTanya. And last there was a woman with loads of strawberry blonde curls who looked like a fairy princess. Her name was Sadie Chavez. I drunkenly didn’t remember how she factored into the group but I did know she was semi-famous in Denver though I didn’t remember how.