Seeing Tank’s name, she clicked on it and saw he’d left her a message an hour ago.
Tank:Running behind. Don’t walk home. I’ll be there.
She winced.
Finding his number, she clickedcalland waited. He didn’t answer on the first ring.
Bell glanced behind her and was tempted to walk back when he finally answered his phone.
“Where are you?” Tank asked.
“I didn’t look at my phone, so I’m kind of walking home. I’m not too far from the diner. I can walk back.”
She heard the unmistakable sound of a bike.
“Don’t.”
“Please tell me that is you,” she said.
Tank didn’t have to tell her as he was already pulling in front of her.
She dropped her cell phone into her bag. A wave of happiness washed over her.
“It’s me,” he said, winking at her. “Come to give my lady a lift.”
“Ooh, I like it. My lady.” She giggled and moved around to the back of the bike, climbing on.
Usually, she liked to walk, but wrapping her arms around Tank, as well as her legs, there was something highly erotic about it. She trusted him in a way she didn’t anyone else.
It made no sense to her. None at all, but she wasn’t going to question what she wanted. Pressing her face against his back, she breathed him in.
He smelled so good. The musk of his cologne, the hint of leather, and the heavy scent of the bike were heady. Everything about him was familiar, safe.
Bell wrapped her arms around him even tighter as he reeved his engine, and then they were off, heading toward her apartment.
Tank never took her to his clubhouse. Never. He still hadn’t told, she knew it.
Bell pushed the sadness to one side, hoping it wouldn’t be the breaking point later in their relationship. She didn’t want to lose him.
He pulled up outside of her apartment building, and Bell climbed off. Like other times before, the moment Tank was off his bike, his arm was around her shoulders, pulling her close.
They walked to her apartment together. Tank only let her go when they were walking through the doors. Bell licked her lips as they headed toward her place.
Neither of them spoke. He took the key from her, slid it into the lock, and they stepped inside.
“So, have you … told?”
This time, she didn’t even get to finish her question. Justas she knew he would, he pressed her up against the door, his lips devouring hers.
She couldn’t complain about his attention or his kisses. They were addictive. Once he started, she didn’t want him to stop. Her pussy tingled, her need overwhelming.
He’s never going to tell them about you. You’re nobody.
Tank held her arms above her head and broke from the kiss, going to her neck. “Keep them right up there.”
Bell held her hands above her head as he moved his down, running his hands all over her body, cupping her tits, then gliding down and grasping at her ass.
A moan escaped her.