Page 1 of Tav

Chapter 1

Tav

“Tav! Beer me!”

My little sister slaps her hand on the bartop, not looking in the least bit worried that she and her gang were in a fight with the bunnies and raided by police strippers. She’s not even looking in my direction, her attention on her “girl gang” who are now trying to twerk on the dance floor, seeming as unbothered as their fearless leader.

Grabbing a cold one, I pop off the top and slide it across the shiny wooden bartop.

“Happy little sis?”

Dayz, or Chewy, as her cut states, turns to look at me. “Are you kidding? Look at all these peeps we have now.”

“Did you just use the word peeps?” I smirk at her as she frowns back.

“Yes. Because I am very eloquent and have many formal and informal words at my disposal.” She waves a hand at me when I snort at her answer.

She opens her mouth to say something else, then thinks twice. She looks at me, really looks at me. Her eyes hold mine, which is unlike her. Tilting her head, she squints a little.

“You’re happy,” she says it like a statement rather than the question that I asked.

“Yeah Dayz, I’m happy. This place, these people, I dunno. They’re like the cousins we never had or something,” I say, shrugging.

“Exactly! I’m glad I got them for us.” She swipes her beer off the bar top and badly dance walks back to her girls, as a laugh bursts out of me.

My brothers and I never would have imagined that when we came to the compound in search of our little sister all those months ago, we would end up part of the DRMC family. And yet here we are. Dayz is in love with the VP, Rhodie; Gus found a woman to put up with his annoying anal-retentive personality, and Jules, well, he’s in swinger heaven with Fox, Nitro, and the bunnies. Even Pops has managed to find a good woman. Then there’s me. I’m happy. I have my family, and my new brothers in the MC, but I can feel something is missing. A little pixie woman that’s had me in knots since the day I laid eyes on her.

9 Months Ago

The lift doors slide open revealing, inch by inch, a beautiful face attached to an equally beautiful body. Short, probably around my sister’s height, with curves for days. I just know she would be soft and warm in my arms.

“Did you get eyes for Christmas?” her sweet voice says, black brow raised.

My eyes dart over her face. Dark eyes, thick lush lips, heart-shaped face topped with short, black hair in one of those pixie cuts hot alternative girls have. Like this one. I stare at her a moment longer before her words work their way through my addled brain.

“Wait, did you just ask if I got eyes for Christmas?”

“It was that or telling you to take a picture. It’ll last longer.” She shrugs, and I can see the corners of her lips tip up.

I’m about to shoot back a witty comeback when the lift dings and the doors start to slide, me on one side, and the beautiful pixie on the other giving me a finger wave as they close. Shit! She didn’t even try to keep them open for me. Looking up, I can see she’s two floors up. Taking off down the hall to the stairwell, I take them two at a time, burst through the fire exit, hit the lift button, and wait for the lift to arrive, the doors sliding open just as I suck in a breath. I want to be impressive. Rebut her smart mouth with an equally smart answer of my own, with a full breath. Not huffing like an obscene phone caller.

The doors slide open, revealing her to me again. This time, her head is down as she’s scrolling her phone, but then she realizes that she’s not alone. Her eyes start from my feet and slowly travel my body before her gaze lands on mine. A smile stretched across her lush mouth.

“Well, seeing as you ran two flights of stairs, do you want to join me?” She steps out of the lift and walks past me in her heels that make her ass look phenomenal and her hips sway just right.

“You know, you shouldn’t ask strange men to follow you. It isn’t safe.” I keep my distance a little. I may not be as big as my brothers, but I’m still a fuck ton bigger than the pixie in front of me.

“Pshhh. I know who you are. Tav Tombs, one of the four Tombs Security owners. I was at your presentation. I would love to pick your brain one day, but I’ve got one more night on my own before I head home to Rose Grove and my kids. If I want to have sex this year, hell, this decade, then you and your obvious interest fit the bill.” She gives me another once over, one hand on her hip, the other holding the door handle toher room. Her gaze stops at my thickening length, her tongue coming out to sweep that full bottom lip that I want to suck on.

Now, I’m no prude, however the hottest woman I’ve ever seen is asking me to follow her into her room so she can use my cock and I feel a little weird about that.

“Look, Pixie, I’m down if you’re down, but let’s take it slow. Get to know each other. You know a lot about me. I know nothing about you.” I hold my hands up, letting her see that I’m serious about getting to know her.

Her eyes narrow before she rolls them and then huffs out a breath. She turns to walk through her door, with me following close behind, her mumbling, “Great. The hottest guy I’ve ever seen wants to get to know me.”

She dumps her giant handbag on a chair, throws her room key card on a built-in desk, and huffs again. OK, maybe she’s a little stressed. I know exactly how to help her.

Standing behind her, I lean down, sucking on the exposed column of her long neck. She lets out a hiss before turning to me, staring into my eyes, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me in close enough for her to latch her lips onto mine. Her tongue pushes between my lips, sliding along mine, dueling, tangling, tasting; angling my head where she needs it. She’s a fucking firecracker.

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