Page 56 of Pulse

“Stop,” he said, eyes narrowing. Then he tapped the side of her head. “I can hear the gears grinding. Turn off that big, sexy brain.”

“I just want you to feel good too.”

Her face flamed. Had she really said that out loud? This was why she avoided men. Something about them made a typically intelligent, rational woman turn stupid. It was the climax. Orgasms that spectacular did something to the brain. They erased all sense of self-preservation and logic and turned her into a stereotype.

Gross.

And yet, she still wanted him to be happy with her.

“You think I don’t feel good? Talia, I wanted a taste of your pussy, and I got it. I wanted to feel you come all the fuck over my tongue, and that’s exactly what I got. I couldn’t feel any fucking better right now.”

Holy crap. No man had ever spoken to her like that before with such raw, honest sexual appreciation.

She loved it.

“Okay then,” she said as some of her usual grit returned. “Guess you owe me some explanations.”

Pulse grinned. “I’m ready to take the stand, counselor.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

TWO DAYS LATER, Pulse could still taste her. Her flavor had seeped beneath his taste buds and embedded itself in his brain. Not that he’d ever complain. She was the most addictive damn treat.

However, it did make concentrating at work difficult, and by the time he left his shift at eleven o’clock, he was more than ready to go.

The idea of calling Talia tempted him, as did showing up at her place unannounced, but it was late, and she worked early. Plus, the next time he got her naked, he wanted to take his time and not worry about how tired she’d be the next day.

After he’d helped her get dressed, they sat on the couch and chatted about what he’d learned, which wasn’t much. Birdy had confirmed his fears that the Del Rios family had inserted someone into the DEA. They were out for deadly revenge and coming after Pulse.

Unfortunately, Birdy didn’t have much more than that. They seemed to be playing the long game, biding their time before making overt moves. Well, aside from running Talia off the road. It seemed they didn’t want to kill Pulse but destroy his club and everything he cared about before ending his life. He’d asked Birdy to continue digging and get back to him as soon as he had something new to report.

He stowed his things in his saddle bags, then climbed on his bike for the half-hour trip to his apartment. He lived closer to the clubhouse than the city.

Like typical for a Friday night, the highway leading out of Tampa was quiet. Everyone traveled into the city for the restaurants, bars, and clubs. He was one of the few fleeing the crowds. He navigated the deserted highway with practiced ease, preferring to be on his bike to almost anywhere in the world.

Had Talia ever ridden a motorcycle? It’d be the sweetest torture to have her riding at his back—something to make a mental note about and revisit soon.

A flicker of light against the night sky caught his attention. He glanced at his side mirror, where a lit-up police car appeared about two hundred feet behind him. Not two seconds later, the whoop of sirens blared over the highway noise.

“Shit,” he whispered, glancing down at his speedometer. It read sixty-seven miles per hour in a sixty-five zone. No way in hell were they on his ass for two ticks above the speed limit. It wasn’t a registration or license problem either. He’d renewed the registration two weeks before and had never had his license suspended or a lapse in insurance. Sure, he’d been lost in thoughts about Talia, but he hadn’t missed a stop sign or blown any lights getting on the highway.

That left two options—general harassment against the MC by the local PD, which happened more than he liked to admit, or they were after him personally, thanks to a crooked DEA agent.

Neither scenario boded well for him.

“Hey, Siri,” he said to his helmet’s Bluetooth. “Call Talia.”

It rang four times in his ears before her groggy voice came across the line. “Hello? Pulse? Do you know what time it is?”

The cruiser closed in on him. Two additional sets of lights in the distance flew toward him as well.

I’m fucked.

“Tal, this isn’t a social call,” he shouted over the wind rushing by. “I’ve got cops on my ass for no goddamn reason.”

“Shit, Pulse.” All traces of sleep vanished from her voice. “Pull over right now and do exactly as they tell you. They’ll be looking for any reason, no matter how small, to bring you in.”

He glanced in the mirror. He risked being run off the road if he didn’t pull over now. “Pretty sure they’re bringing me in no matter what I do. There are at least three cruisers on me now.”

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