Page 11 of A Biker's Tiny Present

I’m not sure who Whiskey is, other than obviously one of his club members, but he must be important enough to warrant a phone call at just before eleven at night. If anyone other than Taylor called me this late, I would be pissed. And unless it was an emergency about Nicholas, she would be testing my patience.

Not bothering with a plate, I scarf down three pieces of pizza leaning over the carboard circle before Tiny joins me. “I filled Whiskey in on the new info.” He sets his phone on the island and grabs a piece from the second pie.

“Who is Whiskey?” I say behind my hand and a mouth half full of cheesy pepperoni goodness.

After finishing chewing, the whole piece gone in four bites, he tosses the crust in the garbage. Looks like we might have something in common after all. I don’t like a lot of crust, unless it’s filled with cheese, so I toss it out and he does too.

“Whiskey is my club President. Everything club related goes through him. And since your sister decided to drop her son on club property, he needs to be kept in the loop.”

I pick the pepperoni off another piece and pop it in my mouth. “So what does your President have to say about the mess that has become of our lives?” I can hear the snark in my question, but I’ve never been one to like other people nosing their way into my personal life.

“Let me get one thing straight with you before you go all bitch mode on how I choose to live my life.” Tiny braces his hands on the island and leans in. He’s standing perpendicular to my left, so his face gets real close. “I know you don’t understand the way my MC functions, and that’s okay for now, but do notevertalk about my President like that ever again. He’s put his blood and sweat into earning the patch that’s sewn on the front of his cut and I won’t let you disrespect that. The Rebel Vipers and my Brothers mean everything to me. I was an only child, and after getting out of the Marines, I needed a Brotherhood to keep me sane.”

He's not wrong in me not knowing the MC life, but it’s obviously very important to him, so I need to respect that. But when I open my mouth to tell him, he holds up a hand to stop me saying so.

“I joined the club as soon as I discharged and they kept my ass in check.” I try again, but this time I get an angry glare. “I’m not done.”

“Fine.” My one word comes out soft, almost a whisper.

Turning to face the window above the sink, looking out at the street, Tiny’s next words show me the real man under all the inkand muscles. “Joinin’ the club has kept me sane. The things I saw over there, the fucked up childhood I lived, those things will mess with you if you don’t have a strong beacon to center you. My club does that for me. I may be a grumpy fuckin’ asshole, but it’s only on the outside most of the time. I keep myself in check, report back to my President or another officer when I’m supposed to, and keep chuggin’ along. I wake up before the sun comes up, go to bed after it’s down, and wait for my turn at the pearly gates.”

I feel like I need to give him an out. I appreciate him being so open and honest with me, but I wonder if this is all too much. He didn’t ask to be handed a baby today. He didn’t ask to be lied to and have a child hidden from him for almost a year and a half. This isn’t fair to him.

“You can go if you’d like. Nicholas and I will be fine if you need to step away. I won’t judge if this is all too much.”

He slowly turns on a dime and I can imagine that is a habit ingrained in him from his time in the service. Stepping into me, he lays his forehead on mine and I feel his body deflate with a sigh. “I appreciate what you’re tryin’ to do, Vixen, but you can’t get rid of me that easy. You’re stuck with me now. Try and push me away again and you might not like what happens next.”

“Oh really?” I can’t help but be a little cheeky again, but feeling him this close to me again is addicting. I don’t know if he’s good for me, but he sure knows how to spin me around with words. “What would happen?”

“That’s not how this works.” Tiny’s eyes are locked on mine and the smirk he’s sporting is pure evil, but in a good way. My panties have never been so damp. “I don’t give away my secrets ‘til it’s time to punish naughty girls.”

“And what if I want you to punish me?” Walking my fingers up his chest, I don’t stop until my hands are holding the back of his neck. I tug him down slowly. “I want to know your secret, Tiny.”

“Are you sure?” I feel his lips move against mine, his words no louder than a whisper but I hear them with the intensity of a jet engine. “There’s no goin’ back if we do this.”

Denying my attraction is useless. I can tell myself this is wrong until I’m blue in the face, and a shrink would probably want to have me committed for having these thoughts and not caring, but it won’t ever matter. The physical attraction I felt when I saw him for the first time, mixed with the gentleness and love I can already see and feel him expressing for his son even only after a few hours, and I have no choice but to give in. It’s not just one thing that makes this right, its everything all mixed together that push me over the edge.

Lifting up onto my tiptoes, closing in on the last few millimeters between our lips, I kiss Tiny like it’s my last day on Earth.

CHAPTER SIX

TINY

Her kiss is intoxicating.

I need to be closer.

Damn clothes on this woman is a sin. They should be illegal.

I lift her up onto the island and Riley wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me into her center. We both groan in yet to be tapped ecstasy. I can’t lie and say I’ve lived like a monk, because hello, surprise child in the next room, but fuck, I’ve never felt like this before when kissing someone.

General rule of thumb, I don’t kiss the women I have sex with. It often leads to situations where they get hurt because they think they start having feelings, and then I have to crush theirhearts when I tell him we won’t have anything past the few hours we shared. My attitude about locking lips probably hasn’t helped my reputation of being a gruff asshole, but I can’t help it when they don’t listen to my pre-romp speech.

But that doesn’t matter right now. All my speeches about no feelings, one night only, and no sleepovers in my bed . . . everything goes right out the window. Every denial and debate goes zooming across the house and up the chimney just like Santa will on Christmas Eve after he drops off the presents.

Was it fate that brought this woman into my life on the day I had to dress up like the jolly man in red, I have no fucking clue, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Neigh neigh mother fucker, Santa is here and he’s about to unleash one hell of a present on this hot Vixen.

It’s only when I feel the movement of my cut start to slide off my shoulders that I pull back from the temptress. I hang the leather on the back of a stool and bracket her cheeks in my hands. “If we do this, you’ll be mine no matter how this situation with your sister turns out. You’re all mine, Vixen. You get what that means?”

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