Page 99 of Truck Stop Tempest

“YOU STAYING AWHILE?”Tuuli asked, tying her apron around her waist.

“No. Headed to the mansion. Got some things to take care of. See you tonight?” I hated every inch between us.

“See you tonight, Grim,” she said, heel bouncing on the floor, chin down, eyes soft and lifted to mine.

“Bye, Bunny.”

She stood at the counter, face flushed, smile shy and appreciative, drawing my attention again to those gorgeous lips.

I wanted her mouth, so damn bad.

My ticker kicked. I really needed to go. But damn, she deserved a better goodbye than what I’d offered.

“I need to kiss you,” I said, stepping close enough to feel her body buzz. “Hurry. Ask me.”

“Ask you?” Her brows quirked in confusion and she leaned back against the counter as if she needed the solidity. Then those big blue eyes smiled up at me. “Tell me something I don’t know about you. Something big.”

I attacked. An anaconda securing its next meal, coiling my arms, lifting her high. Lips to her ear, I whispered, “I once hacked the Department of Defense.” I took that mouth the way she deserved, the way I needed, and gave her a goodbye she would never forget.

Her arms snapped around my neck. Her body arched. She whimpered, a fucking sexy low moan that shot adrenaline straight to my cock. Fuck. The girl kissed like she wanted to crawl inside my skin and settle there.

I lowered her back to the ground, bending to keep our connection. She didn’t break the lip lock. I cursed into her mouth and pulled away. And then that damn little bunny curled her fingers around the waistband of my jeans and pulled me closer like she wasn’t ready to let go. And I wanted—needed—more than anything to drag her away and get lost for months in that sweet little body.

Her chest rose and fell, moist lips parting. “See you tonight. Don’t be late.” Then she released me, turned, and sauntered through the swinging double doors like she hadn’t just taunted a starving beast.

Goddamn.

I couldn’t help the cheesy-as-fuck grin that accompanied me through the dining room, out the doors, and across the lot to my car.

A grin that disappeared the moment I spied a like-minded monster, straddling a mean ass Harley, having words with Tango.

I reached them in time to hear Dane say, “Voltolini is dead. The deal he made with my brothers is null and void. We’re taking Banshee territory. I’m only relaying this information out of respect. For now, Whisper Springs will remain neutral, but we will pass through when necessary.”

Tango looked ready to murder, head cocked, fists clenched tight. “No fucking way. You’re not bringing Slayer shit through my town.”

“You ain’t got a choice, pretty boy,” Dane countered, looking nothing but relaxed.”No cartel army to back you up this time.”

“Reynolds.” I raised my chin to the bearded biker.

He didn’t take his eyes off Tango, but grunted back, “Moretti.”

Tango dropped his head, defeated, then scrubbed a hand through his hair. “That all you come here for?”

Dane tugged a hand-rolled out of his cut and lit the bastard, making Tango wait while he enjoyed a drag. “Christian Brotherhood of Faith is holding a week-long rally.”

“We’re aware.”

“Banshees are attending. We’re striking in two days.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ.” Tango paced. Spit. “You’re gonna start a war.”

“They started the war when they stole one of ours.”

“Payback. For the girl.” I knew retribution was coming. Hadn’t expected it to take so long.

“I’m not okay with this,” Tango added, his opinion falling on deaf ears.

Dane stared at my cousin like he was nothing more than a gnat. “You don’t get a say.”

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