Page 33 of Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

“You don’t like her?”

“I like her just fine, but she was married to another brother of ours. He was Snake’s best friend. That dumbass did the woman wrong, no doubt, and I think if it hadn’t been for loyalty to his buddy, Snake would have stepped in and snatched her up from Walker himself.”

“Why didn’t he, if this Walker guy wasn’t being good to her?”

Grim huffed out a humorless laugh. “Fool waited too long, just like Walker. She ended up moving to Cedar Falls, and fell for another brother there. They’re about to have a kid of their own now.” He tipped his head toward Snake. “Looks like he found someone to drown his sorrows in though.”

A quick glance was all it took to tell me I didn’t want to turn fully in his direction. He was already making out with one of the BRATs. I’d forgotten her name, but I didn’t think I’d forget the fact that both of her breasts were completely tattooed aside from her areola and nipples. It was almost like the tattoo formed a tube top on her since it wrapped all the way around, and the girl didn’t see the point in wearing a shirt because of it.

“My daughter is a tattoo artist,” Double-D told me, pulling my attention back to the men who were still grouped around us.

“Wow, really?”

The old man beamed up at me, and then took his shirt off real quick to show me something. “She did this,” he stated, and while I could hear the pride in his voice I felt sadness underlying that pride somehow.

I reached up and traced my fingers over the little lion cub that looked to be left behind by its family. “This is exquisite, but my heart hurts looking at it.”

The man snuffled back an odd cough, almost like he was clearing his throat of emotion. “That’s exactly how it’s supposed to make you fell, darlin’.”

I didn’t ask any further questions, because he didn’t seem to want to offer any more information up about the piece. “She’s obviously very talented.”

“That she is,” Double-D stated then turned to Tango. “You should get her up here to help out during Sturgis.”

“If she’ll come up, I’d be glad to have her.”

“She’ll be up. Her man is in the club too.” I saw Tango raise a brow at that, and Double-D chuckled. “I approved. Not that either of them would have listened if I hadn’t, but still, couldn’t have a better man for my girl.”

My stomach clenched a little knowing that I would never get my father’s approval for Tango. If my dad were still around, I’m not sure he’d give it anyway. He had been a simple blue-collar working, grinding out each day on construction sites wherever he could get money. Even still, I’m not sure what he would think of the biker I found myself living in now, especially after what happened to me when I was younger. He would, no doubt, think I was nuts.

“You okay?” Tango whispered in my ear bringing me back to the conversation that was going on around me. A couple of the men were watching me wearily.

“Yeah, sorry, just lost in thought for a moment.” I turned a smile on for the guys to reassure them that I was indeed fine. “I’m actually a bit tired. It’s been a long day already. I think I’m going to go take a nap.”

“Come on, I’ll take you up there.”

“If you’re smart you won’t be coming back any time soon, T,” T-Bone called out.

Tango flipped him off with the hand he had tucked around my shoulder and then he walked me upstairs to our room – his room – where he shut us both in.

“You don’t have to stay with me. All of your brothers just got to town. I’m sure you want to go catch up.”

“I’ve been catching up with them all morning. That’s where I went to go with Iceman and Rabbit to give them all a tour of my shop and then to Renegade Ruby’s to show Crusher and Val how we run shit there.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” I told him. “I wondered where you’d gone this morning, but honestly, I passed out so hard last night I didn’t even know if you’d made it back there at all.”

“I was here with you all night. By the way, you drool a little bit in your sleep. The pillow had a puddle mark and everything.” My cheeks flamed with heat as I just stared at him wondering what kind of ass I’d made of myself in my sleep. It would be just my luck that he’d catch me drooling and probably sleep farting too. I shivered off that thought while Tango laughed. “Don’t worry, I promise it was all very adorable. Sexy even, when you rolled over smacking your lips and spreading the trail of drool with you as you went.”

I groaned and tossed my weary body back on the bed before giving the pillow a dubious look and moving away. That made Tango laugh even harder as he joined me on the bed and pulled me into his body. “I may only be teasing.” His words were whispered into my ear right before he nipped at my earlobe and then started tickling me in that sweet spot just under my ribs where everything seemed to be a thousand times more sensitive.

“Noooo!” I cried out as his fingers dug in and found their mark causing me to squirm around and bump into various places of his body with different parts of mine. My pleas did not stop him though, he continued on until I thought I might piss my pants from laughing. “Must. Stop.” The words were panted out between laughter and finally he did stop with his body on top of mine, holding most of his wait up with his arms and legs as he moved over me and stared down into my eyes before leaning in and planting his lips on my own. At first the kiss just simmered there as our lips fused together, become one until my lips parted slightly and Tango wasted no time taking it for the invite it was. His tongue slipped into my mouth and he groaned at the first taste of me, just as I returned the favor when he pulled away enough to suck my already plump bottom lip in between his own.

“Liza,” his voice was raw with desire as he spoke my name as if it were a plea of his own.

“T, I want you,” I told him before taking his lip and sucking on it as he’d done to mine only moments ago. That was all it took. Within minutes he had me out of every stitch of clothing I’d put on that morning. Then he was moving to take his clothes off too in order to even the playing field. I sat back and watched. When he realized that was what I was doing his movements slowed. He gripped that bottom lip of his in between his teeth as he slid the zipper of his pants down and then he got up on his knees and made a production about the unveiling of his thick and veiny cock. The head of which stuck out above where he’d pulled his jeans down, thicker than the rest of him, and looking for the entire world like it would hit every sensitive spot inside my wanton body the moment he got inside me.

“I can’t,” he finally stated forcing me to look up and meet his eyes. His were hooded with lust and strain. “I can’t be patient, baby. I need you.”

“Then take me, I’m yours.” In any other situation, I would have rolled my eyes at the cheesy line I muttered, but not now. There was no other way to phrase it. I was his. I had known it for a while now, and this just seemed like the perfect culmination of everything I’d been feeling.

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