Motorcycle Man
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Then I turned and walked to my desk. I stopped there, turned toward him and, lifting my gaze to his, I shimmied my skirt up my hips.
I watched Tack’s eyes drop to my h*ps and flare.
Then I shoved my thumbs into the sides of my panties and shimmied them down until gravity took over and they fell to my ankles.
I had just stepped out of them when my back was to the desk, Tack’s h*ps were between my legs, his torso was pressed to mine and his tongue was in my mouth.
Halfway through, Tack grunted against my lips, “Told you you were wild.”
To which I gasped against his, “Shut up, handsome, and f**k me.”
“Thought that was what I was doin’,” he remarked and he was not wrong.
My fingers slid up in his hair and I breathed, “Harder.”
“Wild,” he muttered.
Whatever.
He gave it to me harder that was all I cared about.
I didn’t know if the noise in the garage drowned us out.
I did know it got heated and the phone crashed to the floor and broke.
And I also knew I didn’t care about either.
* * * * *
After Tack f**ked me on my desk, I took my new baby out for a test drive.
When I drove back into Ride, I saw Tack walking out of one of the bays.
After I parked and walked to him, I put my hands to his chest, leaned into him and got up on my toes.
In position, I smiled huge and whispered, “You’re right, honey, wild and sweet, she purrs like a kitten and snarls like a bitch.”
“I take it you like her.”
One of my hands slid up into the back of his hair and I didn’t answer with words.
But I did use my mouth when I answered.
* * * * *
Two hours later, Dog pushed out of the chair opposite my desk and headed to the door, saying, “Catch ya, later.”
“Later, Dog,” I called.
“Later, brother,” Hop, lounging on my couch, said.
Dog walked out.
Dog and Hop had been in my office the last half hour, shooting the shit.
Now only Hop was in my office and I wasn’t sure how I felt about this. It had been a while since all that happened went down but I’d never been alone with him so I could deal when I was around him. Now I was alone with him.
“Cherry,” he called.
“Unh-hunh?” I asked my computer screen, my back to him.
“Babe, can you look at me?”
This was voiced soft and it was a little surprising. Hop wasn’t a soft kind of guy. He could have a laugh, he could tease but there was an edge to him the other guys didn’t have. Or, I should say, they all had edges. It was just that Hop’s was edgier.
And, on a biker, that was saying something.
Him voicing this request softly was also a little worrying.
Still, I did as he asked and when I swiveled my chair his way, I found he was no longer lounging, back to my couch. He was sitting, elbows to his knees, leaned toward me.
Oh boy.
Hop had black hair and a black mustache that ran along his upper lip, thick down the sides of his mouth and grew thicker and a bit long at the sides of his chin. He worked what would likely look ridiculous on anyone else because he had full lips, a strong jaw, fantastic cheekbones and great gray eyes that had lines radiating out of the sides of them like Tack’s.
Oh, and he was a biker and that was the biker mustache to end all biker mustaches.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Shoulda never left you at the mercy of BeeBee.”
I knew this was what this was about.
“Hop –”
“My defense, gorgeous, didn’t think the bitch was that stupid. Maybe dumb enough to mouth off to one of the other old ladies. Tack’s woman? That’s a whole new brand of stupid.”
I couldn’t argue that.
“We don’t have to talk about this,” I told him.
“I left you out there, pissed Tack off and he got in my face about it.”
“I’m sorry about that,” I said quickly, he lifted a hand and shook his head.
“I deserved it, Cherry.”
“I –”
“I did,” he stressed, dropping his hand. “Most ‘a the other women could hold their own against that bitch. You, I saw you come out while I was takin’ off, knew she was in there, shoulda known better.”
I smiled at him. “I think I proved that very night that I can take care of myself.”
Hop didn’t smile. “Women got different weapons and they’re sharper and more lethal.”
I couldn’t argue that either.
Hop continued, “She’s gone, won’t happen again but still, what I wanna say is, it won’t happen again. Way you are with Tack, way you took care ‘a Tabby’s business, the brothers got your back.”
I felt goose bumps rise on my skin. The good kind.
I’d earned their respect.
I knew this after brats and potato salad.
It was just good to have it confirmed.
“Does Tack talk about me?” I asked.
“No, though he’s my brother so even if he did I wouldn’t tell you,” Hop answered, taking the sting out of his words by grinning at me.
“Then I’ll tell you, I can’t do sweet.”
“Come again, gorgeous?”
“I can’t do sweet,” I informed him. “So don’t be sweet unless you want me to burst into tears or something.”
“Wouldn’t want that,” he said, still grinning.
“Treat me like the badass I am,” I ordered and his grin became a smile.
“That, I know.”
My head tipped to the side at his words. “Pardon?”
“That, I know. Won’t say how I know but let’s just say I know you’re bossy.”
I knew how he knew. He was full of shit. Tack talked.
I rolled my eyes.
Then I rolled them back and bossed, “So are you going to treat me like the badass I am?”
“You got it, Cherry,” he said through his still smiling lips but he barely got it said when his smile cleared, his brows shot together, his head whipped around, his torso jerked up and he leaned into the window to peer out the blinds.
Suddenly, he was on his feet, his hand to his back pocket pulling out his phone.
“What –?” I started but he stretched his other hand out to me.
“Stay there.”
Oh hell.
Hop strode to the door but it flew open before he could get there and Naomi stormed through.
Oh hell!
“Where is that motherfucker?” she shrieked.
Hop had his phone to his ear and his body between me and Naomi.