“Be there in ten.” Disconnecting the call, he dropped his phone onto the bed as he started tugging on his boots.
Taylor resentfully tossed her hair over her shoulder as she sat up on the bed. “Let me guess. It was Rider, wasn’t it?”
“You guessed wrong.” Setting his booted foot on the floor, he twisted sideways to lay a hand on the bed next to her hip. Standing, he placed his other hand on the other side of her hip. Letting his mouth hover seductively over hers, he traced the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue before answering. “It was Shade.”
Her forehead puckered in a frown. Taylor had been with him long enough to know that Shade only called when it was an emergency. “What did he want?”
“Won’t know until I get there. Am I going to see you tonight at the club, or are you going to make me pay for bailing on you now?”
When she turned her face to the side, he had his answer.
“Why should I?”
A firm hand turned her face back to his. “That’s cool if you don’t.”
Relenting under his impervious reaction to her refusal, she quickly sidestepped, shamelessly backtracking when she saw that he wouldn’t be begging her to reconsider. “I’ll be there.”
Gavin pressed a hard kiss on her lips. “Now that’s the woman I fell in love with.” He brought his hand to the still damp pussy that had him almost blowing off Shade’s request to meet him. “I’ll make this up to you tonight.”
“You better.”
Removing his hand, he stood. “Ask any of the brothers; I always keep my promises.”
Taking his bike keys off the nightstand, he turned toward the bedroom door, his thoughts already switching to what Shade needed to discuss with him.
“Gavin ….”
He gave her a cocky grin from over his shoulder. “What?”
“Never mind.” She shook her head at him. “It’s not important. I’ll see you tonight.”
“You sure?”
“Would you stay if I begged you to?”
Gavin turned from the door to face her. “Where in the fuck is this coming from?”
“It’s a legitimate question. Are you always going to leave my bed every time one of The Last Riders calls?”
“Depends on who’s calling and why,” he answered honestly.
“I wouldn’t leave a bed you’re in no matter the reason.” Instead of giving him the angry glare he was expecting, she shimmied her butt off the bed to sensuously walk toward him. “I guess I’m going to have to work harder at getting you to stay.”
The sultry perfume she was wearing teased his nostrils as she grew nearer.
He gripped her upper arms to pull her into his body. If Taylor wanted to take it as a challenge to keep him in bed, then he wasn’t about to be stupid enough to contradict her. As he gave her a quick kiss that was hard for him to end, he wanted to be sucked back into the whirlpool of desire that Taylor was an expert at tempting him with and carry her to the bed to start over where they left off. If it had been any other brother, he would skip the meeting, but he needed Shade’s help if he was ever going to convince Viper to expand the business.
“Text me before you’re ready to leave for the club; we can meet up somewhere for dinner.” At that, Gavin regretfully released her from his arms.
“I’m in the mood for Italian.”
“Whatever you want,” he agreed.
Taylor brushed her naked breasts against his chest as she opened the bedroom door for him. “You sure you don’t want to change your mind?” she teased.
“Babe, I regret every fucking time I leave you.”
She leaned back against the open door as she brought her hands to his belt. “The best way for you to stop feeling that way is easy. Just don’t leave.”
“Nothing about you is ever easy; that’s why I fell in love with you.”
“Are you trying to sweet-talk me so you can get back in my bed tonight?”
Grinning, he gave her another hard kiss. “Is it working?”
“You’ll have to wait until tonight to find out.”
“I guess we will.” He pulled away from her. “Bye, babe.”
He regretfully forced himself through the door. He had planned to spend the whole day with her so that he could break it to her that he was going out of town next week. Now he would have to wait until tomorrow to tell her, since she was already angry with him. If he told her tonight, she would not only give his ring back, Taylor would shove it down his throat.
Letting himself out her front door, he made sure to lock the door behind him. Taylor lived in an upscale neighborhood where there was little to no crime, but there was no need to tempt fate. While he was out of town, he would ask one of the brothers to keep an eye on her. He had hoped to convince her to get married in the next few days and use the opportunity of his time off from the daily grind at the factory as their honeymoon.