Page 5 of Biker B!tch

“That was a long time ago,” she said, huffing. “I was new.”

“Doesn’t mean it didn’t happen,” I shot back. “We’re in a different place now. Allies,” I tried.

Tank chewed her lip, her face giving away her annoyance. “My give-a-damn's busted, and my throttle’s wide open.”

“You don’t want anyone to know, I take it.”

Her face turned to a sheet of ice as she erased all emotion from it. “Know what?”

“You saved my life, Tank.”

She looked away, a flicker of something—maybe regret, maybe something else—crossing her face. “Everyone makes mistakes.”

“I haven’t forgotten about it.”

“Well, forget it.”

I stepped closer, getting a whiff of her sweet scent, not knowing if it was natural or perfume or products, but it was as intoxicating as her form.

“You can look, but if you touch, you better have health insurance,” she warned me.

My tone softened automatically. “I’m not just talking about the crash. I’m talking about us.”

Her eyes snapped back to mine, the defiance clear. “There is no us, Boiler. There never was.”

“Bullshit,” I growled. “You and I both know there’s something here. This truce might be new, but what we have isn’t.”

Tank took a step back, shaking her head. “You’re off your rocker.”

“I’ve seen you look at me. All these years, not a fuck you, nothin’. You’ve avoided me when you’ve checked all my brothers.”

“So, you want me to lay you out? Break the truce?”

“You could try, but you wouldn’t get anywhere. But you can just lay me.” I got even closer to Tank, my body almost touching hers. I could feel the heat radiating off of her, and it was only making me more eager to have her. My hands hovered over her skin as I was heeding her warning. "I want to taste every inch of you, Tank," I said, my voice gruff. "I want to feel your skin against mine, to hear you moan my name as I make you come."

Locking eyes with me, her expression revealed sheer shock. I could see the conflict in them, the desire warring with the fear. But I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

"I want to dominate you, Tank," I continued, my voice growing more intense. "I want to make you beg for it, to make you scream my name as you come apart in my arms."

Tank's eyes widened as I spoke, and I could see the conflict within her. She wanted to deny what was between us, but she couldn't hide the way her body reacted to my words. Her breath hitched, and her cheeks flushed a deep red. Staring down, I watched her milky white cleavage redden as well. Fucking hot as hell.

"You can't be serious," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I've never been more serious in my life," I replied, matching her volume. "I've wanted you for years.”

She turned her hand, checking her nails. “I would beat your ass, but Rage wouldn’t like it. Riptide wouldn’t either.”

I reached out, grabbing her wrist gently. “Let’s cut the bullshit. You saved my life, so I’m indebted.”

“I don’t need a knight in shining armor.”

“I agree. A woman like you doesn’t need a knight. You need a beast on a bike.”

“I’ve got my own damn Harley.”

"Now, I'm not saying I want to tie you down and force you. I want you to want it as much as I do. I want to be your dirty little secret, the Slayer you keep hidden from your biker sisters. And I want to be the man who takes you so hard that you'll remember it for the rest of your life."

Her breathing became ragged, and her eyes were glazed with desire. Her chest rose and fell, her nipples hardening against her shirt. I could see her struggle, torn by her desire to punch me and her plain old desire.

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