Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
I chuckle to myself. Big bad biker obsessed with some chick he’s known for what, a few months?
Yes. Hell yes.
Sophie’s different from any woman I’ve ever known.
With her, life was unpredictable in the best way. She made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel. And the way she looked at me with those deep brown eyes, like no one ever has before...it woke up something deep inside me.
Made me start thinking about more than just the next ride, the next fight, the next adrenaline rush. She made me think about the future for the first time in my damn life.
So now what? Do I hang on to this agonizing maybe, or do I let her go?
Letting go. Now that’s a mission I’ve never trained for.
But this time, it’s the right thing to do. Walk away. Set her free. So I do something really fucking unexpected. I write her a letter.
Hey, Soph, this is really hard to write. You probably know by now that I’m in jail. The lawyer says it could be a while. I know things were getting good between us, and I can’t stop thinking about you. But you need to move on. You deserve better than what I can give you right now—maybe ever. You matter to me. A lot.
That’s why I’m writing this.
Take care of yourself, Sophie.
Yours truly,
Tank
I’m trained to do hard things. Things I don’t want to do.
But this letter might be the hardest. I’ll send it out tomorrow, but for now, I can’t help but think of the last time I saw her.
One last memory of the most beautiful woman in my world before I let her go.
“Hey, Tank. You busy?” A tipsy Sophie isn’t one I’ve met, but hearing her laugh makes me smile.
And makes my dick twitch. “Never too busy for you. What’s up?”
“What’s up,” she sighs, “is you. I want to see you.”
Hell yeah. “When?”
“Now, Tank.” There’s a heat and a heaviness in her voice that zips right from my ear and down to my cock. “Does that work for you?”
Fuck, all I’ve been thinking about all night is Sophie. Fucking her once only whet my appetite. Fucking her twice only fed the addiction. But thinking about having her now, at her place and on a bed? My cock hardens just thinking about all the ways I can make her scream my name. “Yeah, it works for me, Sophie. Really fucking well.”
“Good,” she sighs as if she wasn’t sure I would say yes. “I’ll text you my address.”
“Sounds good.”
She laughs again. “And Tank?”
“Yeah?”
“My panties are already soaked.”
She ends the call before she hears the anguished groan I let out, thinking about sliding those wet panties to the side and flicking my tongue against her wet, swollen clit. After a quick call to get Stone to cover for me at the clinic, I hop on my bike and get to Sophie as fast as I fucking can.
“Hey.” She opens the door with a breathless greeting and a wide smile.
“Hey, yourself.” My gaze rakes over her in the figure-hugging blue dress. “Fuck, Sophie. You look good enough to eat.”
Heat blazes in her eyes. “Good because that’s what I was going for.” She takes a few steps back and waves me inside. “You coming?”
“Soon enough, we’ll both be coming.”
She does nothing to hide the shiver that vibrates her whole body. “Tank,” she whispers, jumping in my arms the minute I close the door. “Been thinking about you all night.”
My hands go to her ass, gripping those firm cheeks and kneading them as she wraps her legs around my waist. Her tongue flicks against mine, and she lets out a soft little moan that makes my dick so hard it hurts. She feels so fucking good in my arms, and she tastes like booze and French fries. “Sophie,” I growl. “Right here, right now. Or your bedroom.”
She’s breathless, and her skin is pink. She parts her kiss-swollen lips. “Both?”
“Oh, fuck,” I growl with a dark smile.
She flashes a matching smile, gripping my hair tight enough to sting. “The door at the end of the hall.”
“Thank fuck,” I growl just before her lips crash down on mine.
Sophie is a wildcat, kissing me deeply and raking her fingers through my hair while I take us both down the hall as fast as I possibly can. She squeals when I toss her onto the large bed decorated in shades of purple. “Tank.” Her legs part slightly, showing off nothing but a bare pussy.
“What happened to the wet panties?”
She tosses her head back, laughing. “They were a little too wet. I thought you might prefer this.”
“I do,” I growl, unable to tear my gaze away from the glistening pink folds of her pussy. “Lay back,” I order, my dick getting harder when she obeys completely.
She parts her legs a little more, letting out a soft moan as she bites down on her bottom lip. “Like this?”