Chapter 8: Chapter 8

Tuck was down two beers and ready for some action. After his mind-fucking talk with Blake, he definitely needed to get lost in something sweet and savory, and how better to do that than between Talia’s sexy thighs?

He was getting down from his stool when Ginger sauntered her way over. “Well, you sure plowed through that one fast,” she observed while removing the empty bottle from in front of him and dropping it in the trash. “Guess you’re looking to lose yourself tonight, huh? Want another?”

Stretching his arms above his head, Tucker let out a loud belch and grinned shamelessly. “The only thing I want to bury myself in tonight is a wet and willing woman.”

Ginger held up both hands in front of her. “Don’t look at me. I already got plans for the night.”

“Does Repo know that?” Tucker asked with a raised brow, a smirk dancing on his lips.

Ginger’s painted lips curved up. “Who do you think those plans are with?”

Ah, so things were finally getting started with those two. Tucker nodded. “Glad to hear it, Momma. Just make sure that knucklehead treats you right, or else…” He let the empty threat dangle. They both knew that Repo had it bad. If he had even an inkling of not doing right by her, he’d likely kick his own ass without anyone’s help.

“Noted, sweetie. ‘Preciate it, too.” She winked then lifted her chin as she fixed her gaze over his shoulder. “Looks like your girl is coming to find you.”

Tucker frowned as he pivoted around, realizing he’d been so focused on Blake’s cryptic behavior and impromptu meeting that he’d forgotten to tell her to stay in his room and he’d come find her. But he shouldn’t have worried about that, because it wasn’t Talia who was heading his way.

Blonde hair waving like a flag behind her, cheeks pink, and hellfire burning in her eyes, Bambi marched straight for him. He cursed inwardly, irritated that he’d have to fend off yet another of her advances and likely end up wasting more time reminding her that they were not and were never going to be a “thing.”

Turned out he didn’t need to worry about that either.

Her hand came up, and before Tucker could think, connected with the side of his face with enough force to turn his head.

“Bastard!” Bambi screeched. “That’s the last time you cheat on me! We’re over!” And as quickly as it started, it ended. Bambi stormed away quick as a tornado in Tennessee Valley.

“Hot damn, that’s gonna leave a mark.”

Repo’s gruff remark earned a glare from Tucker. Rubbing his cheek, he said, “Yeah, thanks for the heads-up, Captain Obvious.”

“You gonna let that shit slide?” Taco called from across the room. Leaning against a pool stick, he cocked a dark brow, and Country wasn’t feeling the look of expectation one bit.

Letting loose his burning face, he considered how much time it would take to go after her and bring her ass to heel once and for all. That kind of shit didn’t fly, whether in the club or out of it. He didn’t put his hands on women, and women damn sure didn’t put their hands on men where he came from. That went double for Spartans and bunnies. Bambi was going to answer for her actions, but not tonight. Tonight he had other plans. “Fuck ‘er,” he replied. To everyone else in the room, who’d taken to staring at him as if he were some kind of anomaly in the human genome, he said, “I got better plans with better company. But that bitch isn’t welcome back in here until she learns her place.”

The pointed command was met with nods all around, everyone agreeing without hesitation. And that was the best thing about the kind of brotherhood they had going on there. Spartans had each other’s back, no matter the fight, no matter the cause. They were like the Three Musketeers, all for one and one for all, and all that good stuff in between.

From out of nowhere, Blake appeared and clapped Tucker on the shoulder with one of his big paws. “Go tend to your woman. I’ll have one of the prospects put the word out that, for the time being, Bambi’s no longer welcome on the property. She won’t be bothering you again.”

Tucker passed him a grateful smile. “Thanks, Prez.” And he meant that with everything he had in him. His sixth sense was shouting from the rooftop that Bambi was like a booger—hard to shake off.

“Just watch where you’re dipping your stick, yeah?”

Tucker just chuckled and walked away. He always watched where his “stick” got dipped—and the view was always one for the scrapbook.

By the time he reached his room, the sound of pool cues hitting their target, music, laughing, and chatter reached his ears, a sign that things were once again back to normal. Confident that his night was about to get back on track, he crossed his fingers for good luck and opened the door.

His eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

“Holy…Am I dreaming, ‘cause there’s an angel in my bed.”

Giggling, soft and sweet as candy, met his ears, and Tucker slipped into the room, closing the door firmly behind him and flipping the lock so no one could follow. There’d been enough interruptions for one evening, and he would be goddamned if he allowed anything to come between him and that bed.

There, with her back against the pillows he laid his head on at night, with the blankets turned down and the sheet pulled up between her breasts, covering the very center of her body from pussy to neck, sat a very naked Talia.

“Took you long enough. I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind and ran off.”

Tucker wiped his hand over his mouth, surprised not to find any drool. Skin. Just miles of smooth, creamy, pale pink skin.

“This all for me?” he asked rhetorically as he started toward her, shucking off his shoes and articles of clothing along the way. Presumptive? Maybe, but the picture she was presenting suggested that was exactly what he should be. There definitely wasn’t anything getting between them tonight. Good to know she was on the same page.

“Well, it certainly isn’t for that shrew of a woman that was in here earlier,” she said with a bit of a bite.

Thinking back to the way Bambi had stormed up to him like the devil was on her ass, Tucker cursed under his breath.

“Bambi,” he growled, irritated to learn that he hadn’t been the only one she’d gone after. “You okay? She didn’t touch you or nothin’?” Because if she had, he’d be right back out that door, tracking her ass down and doing what he should have done in the first place.

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Talia scoffed. “Oh please, if she had even thought it, you’d be stepping over her body right now. I can handle myself.”

Oh, yeah, confidence like that was one hundred percent hot as fuck. Ripping his shirt over his head, Tucker felt his gaze heat as it raked over her form. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about, sugar.”

“You like the idea of me beating up your girlfriend?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he replied easily. Clank. His belt hit the floor. “I’m a free bird.” Swish. The pants came off next.

Her brow arched, her eyes tracking every move he made with interest, and he liked the way they watched him, all hot and bothered and totally invested.

“Okay, Lynyrd,” she chuckled, and he laughed right along with her. A lady with a sense of humor was always a breath of fresh air. She tilted her head as he climbed onto the bed on all fours and crawled toward her. “Are you trying to tell me you aren’t boyfriend material?”

“Look around, sugar,” Tucker said as he grasped the top of the sheet where it rested over her breasts between two fingers and peeled it back for a peek. “Do any of us look like boyfriend material to you?”

He caught a glimpse of cleavage before she batted his hand away. “You look like hardened criminals, actually,” she said with a lighthearted laugh.

Tucker lunged forward, snagging a quick kiss from her sweet-as-sin mouth. “Oh, now, darlin’, do I look the least bit menacing to you?”

She slid a meaningful look down his body, starting with his chest and landing far south of the border. “At least one part of you does,” she hedged, but there was a marked curiosity in her voice.

Tucker reached between his legs, gasping his hard cock that hung heavily between them. “I’m a big boy, sugar.”

“Yeah, I can see you came loaded for bear.”

Tucker chuckled, the sound deep and gravelly. “The only thing I’m spoiling for is a good, hard fuck, sugar. The question is, are you?”

Her gaze flew back up to meet his. A moment later, her hand followed—a hesitant caress against his grizzled cheek, then lower to test the long hairs on his chin. “I wouldn’t be here, now, like this if I wasn’t.”

At her admission, a fierce desire to get inside her reared up and a low growl percolated in Tucker’s chest. He leaned in closer, his mouth hovering a scant breath above hers. “Good, because there’s no way you’re leaving this bed until I’ve had my fill.”

Talia swallowed thickly, as if worried at the implications. She should be. Many women had sauntered into his room only to walk back out bowlegged. He didn’t go easy on them, and he damn sure didn’t plan to go easy on her. It just wasn’t his style.

“Are you planning to use your…toys?” she asked, her voice small and hesitant. It was the first time that night that he witnessed a chip in her otherwise steel bravado.

Tucker’s brows pulled down. “You been snoopin’ around while I was gone?”

Her chin lifted. “Well, in my defense, you were gone a long time. A girl has to keep busy somehow.”

Tucker searched her eyes for any sign of…something. Duplicity maybe. But all he saw was a soft, delicate woman with an edge of playfulness to her. “You come across anything good?”

Her fingers walked their way down his bicep, and he flexed the muscles, delighting in the way her eyes flared. “Depends on your definition of good,” she hedged. Her tongue poked out, painting her full bottom lip with a glossy sheen, and damn if he didn’t want to dip his head down and nibble on it. But he wanted to hear more of that phone sex voice in his ear first. “You have a goody drawer.”

His initial reaction was another frown…until he realized what she was talking about. A sly smile inched up. “Ah, that. I wonder what caught your curious little eye.” Leaning to the side, he opened the drawer in question and pulled out the first thing his fingers touched: a red wooden ping pong paddle.

He held it up between them and grinned when her eyes widened. “Was it this? It’s my favorite, you know. It has the perfect amount of wind resistance and pinks the skin up real nice.” He touched the edge of the paddle to the sensitive skin of her arm and skimmed it down from shoulder to elbow.

She shivered, and he didn’t know whether it was because she was nervous or turned on.

“Do you really use that on women?”

“I have…but only if they ask real nice first.”

Her gaze cut to the paddle and away, but she didn’t say a word.

Definitely nervous. Tucker was actually happy about that. He’d had a lot of women under him over the years, experienced a lot of kinks that would make the average person blush fifty shades of red, but it was getting hard to find someone who wasn’t experienced in pushing the envelope. Especially since he started living with a band of motorcycle riding men in leather. The women that hung around the Spartan compound were down for just about anything. Rarely did he meet one with boundaries, and when he did, they were looser than a shoe without laces.

It was a bunny that first introduced him to sex toys. It was tame compared to what he’d been asked to do since then: a simple vibrator on all her most sensitive areas. They’d both loved the results. She was long gone now, of course, but of the many bunnies that had passed through their doors since, there was no shortage of those willing to expand on that knowledge.

He was appreciative of the learning experience, though. He now considered himself a connoisseur of sorts, and the toys in that drawer had provided hours of fun.

But there was something to be said about vanilla. It was sweet, delicate, and intimate in a way that was difficult to duplicate.

And it was something that was strictly reserved for couples.

So, as apprehensive as Talia appeared to be about his naughty drawer, he was just as eager to introduce her to all the pleasures it could bring.

“It’s okay, sugar,” he drawled, setting the paddle off to the side for the time being. “I can read you like a book, and I know exactly what you’re thinking without having to ask.” Her eyes held a question her mouth wasn’t willing to ask, so he voiced it for her. “You want to know what it feels like to be dominated, to be taken by a man who knows what he’s doing, knows how to give a woman pleasure. You want to know what it feels like to be loved well and hard the way a woman is supposed to be.”

This time, she didn’t slap his hand away as he drew the sheet away from her chest, revealing two delectable mounds of creamy pink flesh, heavy with desire, nipples pebbled with arousal. Unable to resist, he abandoned his speech for a bare moment, just long enough to bend down and suck one of those pale pink nipples between his lips and give a good, hard suck that ripped a sharp gasp from her lips.

“Liked that, didn’t you, sugar,” he said with a wide smile. “That’s just a taste of what you have to look forward to tonight. I promise you that when you leave this bed, you’re going to wonder why you waited so long to find it.”