Page 10 of Patching Over

“I don’t know what you said to Rick before you left, but he’s barely let me out of his sight,” Talia states, looking like she just remembered that she was annoyed at me. “And he told Tanner about tonight. You know Tanner’s like a dog with a bone when he decides on something.”

“Andhecame hoping for an orgy?” I ask with a grin, looking around until I see Fury standing near a keg. Tanner’s nowhere in sight, but she’s laughing at something that Rick is saying. I nod my head in their direction, “Looks like little brother went searching for an easier target, and big brother isn’t giving up so fast.”

“Hmm,” she hums, her eyebrows knitting together before she thinks of something, and she looks at me in amusement. “By the way, everyone’s speculating that I’m pregnant. I’m not, but since I’m not drinking, the other women are teasing me about it, and I didn’t want you to panic if you heard anything.”

“Damn,” I let out the word as I exhale and we share a grin, knowing we’re on the same page about when we want to start trying for kids. “I appreciate the heads-up. Hearing that on top of the whiskey would have knocked me on my ass.”

“So, I was thinking,” Talia says, trying to contain a grin. “Wanna sneak off and hook up?”

“Does myvery good girlhave a tatted-biker fantasy she wants to explore?” I ask her in return, as I slide my arm over her shoulders and run through places we could use for a quickie that have just the hint of danger. I don’t want any of my brothers actually catching a glimpse of her, but if she wants to play, then there’s a storage closet just down the hall from the bar that might do the trick.

Talia sticks her bottom lip out and I lean down to gently kiss it before leading her inside.

Through the door, there’s a crush of people, which makes it easy for us to avoid getting stopped on our way to the storage closet I have in mind. The only barrier is the actual door itself. It refuses to budge when I yank on it harder the second time.

Suddenly, a burst of giggles coming from the other side of the wood door gives me a clear answer as to why it’s locked.

“Well, crap,” I grunt, looking over my shoulder for another place we can sneak off to.

“Almost done!” Throttle’s voice clearly comes through, quickly followed by an ‘ouch’.

I recoil, ushering Talia further into the building.

“Is that Throttle and Dylan?” she whispers, her hand over her mouth like they’re close enough to hear her.

“Yeah, come on,” I answer her, nudging her to move faster so they don’t catch us in the hallway. “Actually, I got a better idea.”

Prior to the trip with Wolfman, I needed to catch Diesel, who was up on the roof angling a satellite dish after the inspector cleared the work that had been completed. Now, I’m thinking that the top of this two-story building is out of the way enough to give us some privacy, with the hint of adventure that my Ol’ Lady seems to be looking for.

“Right through here,” I say, hitting the light switch to illuminate the stairs as I make sure that the lock catches on the door behind us. My plan isn’t foolproof—there’s a coded entry so I know that not everyone has access to the roof, but I don’t want us tripped up by random guests finding their way upstairs.

“Oh! It’s beautiful up here!” She turns into my embrace, and I breathe a sigh of relief that my first choice was occupied.

My eyes search out the dark corners, making sure that wearealone and to find a place where we won’t be spotted if someone comes through the door.

“Hey, stay back from the edge,” I softly call out to her a moment later. “Get that sweet ass of yours over here.”

“No one saw me,” her voice is just above a whisper. When she turns, she slides her cut off before pulling her T-shirt over her head. I stop her from undoing her bra, for once acting like the cautious one in this relationship.

“And no one will, if I have any say about it,” I grunt back. Reaching forward, I catch her cut and tee, not wanting either to touch the ground and know we have to have a discussion about how she needs to treat her cut later. Placing them on top of the machinery beside me, I nearly drop them myself as the moonlight makes her pale skin glow.

“What’s that look for?” she asks, suddenly shy as she reaches for me, pressing her body against mine to hide from my view.

“I don’t think I can be gentle tonight,” I tell her, my large palm cupping her cheek, giving her one chance to stop me.

“I’m b…”

“I’ve had broken ribs, Talia,” I hiss out, my frustration growing. “I know you aren’t fully healed yet.”

“No, but I’m better and I can take you,” she replies. The eager look she’s giving me tells me she wants me as badly as I need her. “It’s been too long.”

My mouth slams down on hers, even as I tell myself I’ll be careful. Talia’s arms drop and I quickly realize she’s lowering her shorts, so I reach down to get started on my belt; just pushing my jeans down far enough to free my cock.

“Get up on me,” I growl, spreading my legs as I brace my back against the wall behind me.

It’s the moment that I’ve thought about for so long, maybe not on a rooftop with the hum of voices filtering up to us and a band playing in the background, but the feel of Talia’s pussy sliding down my cock, when we’re finally skin to skin—is every bit as divine as I knew it would be.

She’s on birth control and there’s no doubt in my mind we’re in it for life. Even if I knock her up, I’ll have a ring on her finger and our vows exchanged before our child makes an appearance.

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