Page 33 of Tiny's Law

“You ok, babe?”

“I don’t need romance, Tiny.”

I search her eyes, looking for what the hell she means, but she doesn’t make me wait for an explanation as she reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Is the outside of a strip club a fine enough place for a first kiss?”

Realization dawns on me, and I don’t need any further explanation. I search her eyes for approval while running the back of my fingers along her chin. Grasping her jaw firmly in my clutch and noticing the flare of fire in her eyes, I bring my lips down to hers.

The first brush of her lips against mine has the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. Her small hands have a death grip on the opening of my jacket, holding me against her. I’m not going any damn where, babygirl. Not that I would tell her that, but her holding me against her like this is doing things to my head. And not just the head currently pressed against hers.

Deepening the kiss, my brain goes fuzzy as her tongue slides between my lips. I let out a groan at the faint taste of tequila on her tongue and slide my hand to the back of her head, holding her in place. Sliding my fingers through her hair, I grasp a handful of it at the base of her skull, causing her to moan into my mouth. “Mmm,” she groans, her body doing a small shimmy against me.

I chuckle against her lips before forcing my tongue back into her mouth, earning another delicious moan from her.

The sound of whistles from nearby have me begrudgingly pulling back and looking over her head, only to find Flame and Brenna ambling towards Flame’s bike with huge smiles on their faces from catching our makeout session. “Ow, ow!” Brenna smiles brazenly, causing Kourtney to spin in my arms.

Flame smacks his palm against Brenna’s asscheek before helping her on his bike. Kourtney sinks further into my hold, and just when I think she’ll be embarrassed by getting caught, she turns back to me and winks. “Wanna give them a proper show?”

Tilting my head in confusion, I don’t even have time to wonder what she means by ‘proper show’ before she jumps into my arms and wraps her legs tightly around my waist. I instinctively clutch her plush ass in my hands and growl in approval as she locks her lips back on mine.

Kourtney dominates the kiss with her hands wrapped around both sides of my face, holding me to her as if I’m going to disappear from thin air. Once again, I’m so fucking thankful for my large hands as I roam all over her fucking perfect ass and hips surrounding me.

I can vaguely hear Flame and Brenna’s yells and claps of approval before Kourtney pulls away from me.

Prying my eyes open, I can’t wipe the fucking smile off my face at the sight of Kourtney’s hooded eyes staring back at me.

Her legs go to loosen from my waist, but I hold her against me, not letting her down. Instead, I turn so she’s able to see our audience.

I let out a loud laugh as she raises both hands in thumbs up at Brenna, who cackles and mirrors Kourtney’s thumbs up before blowing a kiss at us and tapping a laughing Flame on the shoulder, letting him know she’s ready.

With the sound of his pipes fading as they get further down the road, I squeeze Kourtney’s ass in my palms one last time before regretfully letting her down.

I press a kiss to the top of her head. “That was quite the show.”

“Get me home in one piece, and you may find yourself a part of the encore,” she winks before grabbing my helmet off the handlebar.

I groan while adjusting my dick. Riding with a hard-on fucking sucks, so I will the damn thing to go down. But just the thought of her sexy ass riding behind me is enough to keep the thing half-chubbed, at the very least.

Throwing my leg over the bike, I wait for her to settle herself behind me before taking off in the direction of her house, driving more carefully than I ever have in my entire fucking life.

This encore she speaks of is waiting for me at the end of this ride, and I’ll get her there safely to get that prize, even if it kills me.

Chapter 11

Kourtney

I’m barely off Tiny’s bike before he lifts me back into his arms and stalks up the walkway to my front door. He runs his lips along my collarbone, up my neck, and settles at the spot right under my ear.

I let out a giggle as he presses my back against the front door. The motion detection porch lights flash brightly, so when he pulls away I can see the heat clear in his gaze as he searches my face.

“Unlock the door, honey,” he practically growls. I let out a whimper before dropping my feet to the floor and searching my purse for my keys.

Getting the door unlocked is quite the feat as I work the locks while he distracts me in the form of neck kisses. His wandering fingers also cause quite the diversion as he runs them all along the skin of my stomach.

I’m lucky I’m at least still wearing my coat, or there is no doubt it would take me even longer to get the damn door open since I’m sure his lips would be all over my bare back.

Which, spoiler alert, is my number one erogenous zone. It’s always an exciting time when men find out that little fun fact. But I have a feeling Tiny won't need any damn help in that department.

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