Page 86 of Biker's Enemy

“Sounds like you already got away with it,” Tanner says. “I’m more concerned about… the other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“That you haven’t said ‘I love you’ back…”

He grabs my cheeks and kisses me, defeating the point a little bit. But not by much. Kissing him feels better than talking. Better than fighting. Better than anything I have experienced in a long time. When we finally pull away, my heart is jumping in my chest like crazy and the words are ready to leap out of my mouth.

“I love you too,” I say.

“Good,” Tanner responds gruffly. “I love you too.”

“Good,” I answer back.

Our eyes meet again. Fire. Chemistry. Something brilliant, explosive, and worth waiting my whole life for. I don’t stop myself from jumping on him. Tanner grunts in surprise a little but quickly adjusts, pulling my body over his thighs so I straddle him with my legs spread as wide as they can go. I might be full-figured, but I don’t have much height, so it’s easy for me to lose my balance in this position. At least it would be if Tanner didn’t grip my ass cheeks and keep me positioned safely on top of him.

“When are we going to get married?” I ask.

Tanner laughs.

“What the hell is so funny?”

“I knew you were excited.”

“Of course I’m excited. I told you… I love you.”

“True,” he says. “But I disappoint you sometimes. Like with Avery.”

“You love her too,” I whisper. “And you will do anything to protect her. That’s all that matters.”

The more caring Tanner acts, the harder it becomes for me to resist him. His hands are on my butt, which doesn’t make resisting him any easier. He plays with my butt cheeks like he’s trying to juggle them and follows up his extremely horny action with a question that threatens to lowkey kill the mood.

“Did you really kill someone?”

His pale, strawberry blond eyebrows pinch together seriously. We never talked about this before and talking about it scares the crap out of me. Even if I’m pressed against Tanner and I feel something much more immediately terrifying than my past pressed up against my thigh.

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“That’s the most important question?”

“No,” he says. “But it’s the question I have.”

“My step-brother.”

“I see,” Tanner says, his grip on my ass getting tighter. This isn’t the reaction I thought he would have. He gazes all over my face, but his emotions don’t seem to change.

“So the club handled it?” He asks, his hands moving from my ass to my lower back.

“I asked Juliette for help.”

“Perfect,” he says. “Mind telling me what state you committed that felony in? I’ll pick the furthest one away.”

“So Hawaii or Alaska?”

Tanner wrinkles his nose. “Maybe I’m not so good with geography. Somewhere else… where I can ride to the clubhouse.”

“You could technically ride from Alaska.”

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