Page 65 of Tiny's Law

I lean back against Tiny. “I’m confused. Why hasn’t he seen his daughter since Tuesday?”

Tiny chuckles, winding his arm around my waist and securing my body to his. “Poppy isn’t Bull’s.”

“Oh.” I quirk my head to the side, studying the way Bull looks at the baby in his arms. He’s most definitely looking at her like she’s his. “I guess I just figured she was since Claudia called Poppy her niece.”

Tiny nods and lowers his voice so only I can hear him. “Bull’s not even a little quiet about his infatuation with Winnie. He’s in love with her, but for all we know, she doesn’t acknowledge it. But that doesn’t stop him.”

“Stop him from what?”

“He’s very protective of them,” he nods towards Winnie and Poppy. “He practically lives with her, he’s always at her house, and he sleeps on her damn couch nearly every night. She owns a floral shop in town, and since she had the baby, he’s gone to work with her every day. He had to take his dad to a specialist a few hours away for an appointment, so he’s been gone til today. I’m sure when they got home, he forced her to come here with him.”

“I was wondering why they were here so late and not at home sleeping,” I giggle. “It’s kind of cute.”

“It would be cuter if she returned his feelings.” Tiny shrugs. “He wants her to be his ol’ lady so bad.”

“Speaking of, you didn’t tell me what that means,” I say, taking the opportunity he so nicely laid out for me.

Tiny chuckles, squeezing my hip. “By your tone, I’d assume you already know.”

I nod towards Maria. “Maria told me.”

“Oh, hell. What’d she say?”

“Pretty much what you said.” I turn slightly so I can see his face better.

He bites his lip and takes a pull from his beer. Leaning forward, I lick up the small drop left behind on his lip. He groans against my lips. “Being my ol’ lady means that you are everything to me, so the club views you as untouchable. If I’m not there, every person in this club will protect you as if they were me. No one touches you, no one hurts you, and no one disrespects you. For all intents and purposes, it’s like you’re my wife without being married. You’re family.”

My eyes widen at that, and I take my own drink just for something to do with my hands. “Oh.”

Tiny chuckles again, forcing my gaze back to his with his knuckle. “Does that bother you?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little bit fast?” His smile drops, and I fear I’ve said the wrong thing, but he assures me with a gentle smile.

“No. I’ve never done the whole relationship thing before, so I’m going off of pure instinct and feelings here, but I don’t think it’s fast at all. I think when you know, you know.”

I have no words for him. None at all. Because I feel the same way. I was just scared that he didn’t, that maybe he was just rushing this all because of good sex. I’ve heard good sex can totally make people think they feel things. I answer him with another kiss. It’s deeper this time, and his tongue meets mine as he deliciously swallows my whimpers.

Kissing a path towards my ear, he bites the lobe, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. “Let's go back to your house. Maybe we can finish what we started earlier? Let me take my time this time?”

“Take me home, ol’ man.”

The smile Tiny shines could melt the ice off of a glacier. Pressing another kiss to my cheek and without even straining a muscle, he picks us both up off the couch and throws me over his shoulder, rushing out his goodbyes. He storms his way through the clubhouse and practically throws me on the back of his bike.

We pull away from the clubhouse with the roar of his engine covering my manic laughter, and I’ve never felt more free in my life.

But there’s a small voice in the back of my head telling me that this won’t last. All of this can be ripped away just as fast as it started.

Chapter 19

Tiny

“Tiny!” Kourtney’s sweet voice cries from beneath me.

I lift up to admire my handy work. I’ve never seen a sight more beautiful in my life. Her luscious, naked body writhes on the bed beneath me. She’s trying to force her legs closed, but with my strong grip on her thighs, I refuse to let her hide from me.

I trail soft touches from her knees down to her pretty little cunt that’s deliciously drenched in her arousal and my spit.

“Eyes on me, honey. Not gonna tell you again.”

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