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I look down at my bright pink and blue sneakers then toe them off, picking them up and depositing them next to Tyson’shuge motorcycle boots. By the time I stand and turn he’s sitting on his bed, back against the headboard. He gently pats the spot next to him and I jump up, landing on my knees beside him, then getting cozy against the headboard, mirroring his position.

“Comfy?” he asks, eyes twinkling as he looks down at me.

“Very,” I nod, letting out a sigh.

“So, tell me about big Ricky.”

By the time I’ve touched on big Ricky and then regaled Tyson with stories of my childhood and all the weird and wonderful things that have happened to me throughout my life, both Tyson and I are half reclined, slumped down, my whole right side pressed up against his left.

“Wait, I still don’t understand how you managed to get a dead leg from putting your underwear on wrong,”

“Neither do I, dude.”

“You are the weirdest, most wonderful person I’ve ever crossed paths with, Doll. I’m glad they banged me up in the cell next to yours.” Tyson’s eyes shine with mirth and I take the compliment modestly.

“Yeah, I am pretty awesome,” I reply cheekily.

He chuckles and then presses a kiss to the top of my head, drawing a sigh out of me.

“I know you can’t really go into club business with me, but what’s going to happen with the old club bunnies or whatever you call them?”

Tyson lays still for a moment, working through his thoughts. I listen to his steady breathing and wait, knowing that he likes to think things through before he says them.

“I’m not sure. They all signed confidentiality agreements when they came here. Marx likes to keep things all official and above board. Their jobs were to cook and clean and they could have fun with the brothers if they wanted. They always had a choice. Anyway, they got a little jealous when the Ol Ladiesstarted claiming brothers, and they had to be let go. Now we need to keep an eye on them to make sure they honor the contracts they signed.”

My brows pinch as I think through his words. “Are they honorable ladies? Will they keep their word?”

“I thought they were. A little possessive and all, but I thought they were good people. Now I’m not so sure.”

“The, um, the things they know, will it be big enough to sink DRMC?”

He runs his hand down his blonde stubble, “It may be enough to sink us and the Bratva.” He holds my gaze and I know that he’s asking me to keep what he’s told me to myself. Not that I have anyone to tell, but I nod sincerely at him.

“Vault.” I pretend to zip my lips, lock it and throw away the key.

He cups my face in his large rough palm, running his thumb over my lips, then tugs me closer to him until we’re a breath away from each other. We hover there and I just know he’s asking me to close the final distance, giving me the power to decide what happens next. I know what I want to happen so I press my lips to his, my body angled over his as he lays back, letting me take the lead. Well, a little of the lead. His tongue gently licks at me, drawing a moan out of me and entrance to my mouth. He tastes, licks, sucks at my tongue, the dueling becoming more and more heated.

One moment I’m hovering over him, the next I somehow find myself fully on top of his hard, thick body. My thighs are spread wide on either side of his, bearing down on that delicious erection I felt earlier. My core clenches at the thought of having him inside me. Tyson’s hands grip my hips and he works me up and down his denim clad length, letting me rub against him like a cat in heat. I’m almost there, I can feel the pressure building within me but just out of reach. I tear my lips away from Tyson’son a whine and that’s when he rears up, tugging my top down, revealing my tight nipples, puckered in the cool air just begging for relief. Tyson sucks my left nipple into his hot, wet mouth, batting the bud with his tongue, his rough hand pinching the other.

My body feels like it’s touched a live wire, everything is zingy and jolty. My hips have a mind of their own and I desperately need something… more. The desperation must be written all over my face when I glance down at Tyson, because he stops for a moment, pressing a soft kiss to my breast.

“I’ve got you, Doll.”

He leans back on his haunches, then runs his hands over my thick belly, moving my top up as he goes until it’s all the way over my head. I lean up slightly to divest myself of my bra, his gaze drinking in each sliver of skin that gets exposed.

“You’re fucking beautiful Mira,” he runs his hand reverently down my side, stopping when he gets to the waistband of my stretchy pants, flicking his eyes to me for permission.

I nod, letting out a whine and he takes no time in stripping me of them, along with my industrial strength panties. I start to wonder if they’ve rolled themselves up in my pants only to have that thought shocked out of me when Tyson licks me from ass to clit. “Sorry Nana!” I screech in my head just before all rational thought flies out of my head and I orgasm all over Tyson’s handsome face at an embarrassingly quick pace and fall into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter 13

Tank

Iwake up to see Mira still asleep, blonde curls spread over my pillow and a soft smile playing on her lips. I lick mine, in the hopes that some of her sweet essence may still be lingering, although fat chance seeing as I brushed my teeth last night after tucking her under the covers. I snuggle closer, pulling her lush body into mine marveling that she’s here with me.

“Why are you so hot?” she mumbles, letting out a little sigh as I run my fingertips down her arm, gently down her pointer finger and then back up again.

“I’m a big guy.”

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