Tank’s Temptation – Diamond Kings MC Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Angst, Biker, MC, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
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He climbs onto the bike, and his voice is softer now, no doubt afraid I’m about to lose it on him or something. “Go ahead, honey. Get on.”

I get on the back of the bike and try to keep my distance from his back. He hooks his hands under my legs and pulls me down farther into the seat until my front is plastered to his back.

It’s like I land against him with a thump.

“Hold on.”

When I don’t lift my arms, he grabs my hands and pulls them around his big chest. “If you don’t hold on, you’ll fall off.”

I hold on then, and he gives me a quick lesson of what to do. Lean when he leans, tap on his shoulder if I need something, don’t let go.... it all goes in one ear and out the other as I squeeze my thighs around his waist. My hands barely fit around him, and I’m holding on to his chest, praying that I stay on.

He drives slowly down the road at first, letting me get used to it. A few miles down, he turns his head. “You doing okay?”

I nod and realize he can’t see me. “Yeah, I’m good.”

His massive hand wraps around my thigh and squeezes. “Hold on,” I hear him say over the roar of the engine.

He picks up speed, and I rest my cheek against his back. I realize now that I didn’t even ask him where we were going.

Chapter 3

Tank

I grip the handlebars and try to control my rage. Ava is a small woman. Hell, she probably couldn’t even fight off a teenage boy, let alone a grown man. The fact that she’s traveled across the country to seek safety has me going crazy. I don’t know her story, but I’ll know it soon enough, and then I’ll take care of it.

I try to keep my focus on the road in front of us, but I can’t get my thoughts off Ava. Her body is pressed against my back, and her thighs are holding me with each turn we make. I felt it when she laid her cheek against my back, and if I didn’t know it already, I do now. Ava is tired. Not just from the ride but tired with whatever the hell is going on in her life. A possessive feeling that I’ve never felt before surges through my body.

I want to drive straight past the clubhouse and to my own, but I know if I did, Ruin would send someone for us. No, the best thing to do right now is to stop at the ranch and get it over with. Plus, I always follow orders. I’ve never had a reason not to.

I stop the bike and hold my hand out to help her off. When she’s off, I stand beside her and put my hand at her waist to steady her. I can still remember the spaghetti legs I had after my first ride. I look down at her and search her tired face. “The Pres wants to see you.”

I start to walk when she grabs my arm. When I stop, she drops her hand. “What for? I mean, why does he want to see me?”

I shrug my shoulders. “He wants to talk to you.”

“Why though?” She holds her hands up and starts backing away. “Look, I don’t know what you all got going on here, but I’m not into whatever this is.”

I make myself stand perfectly still even though what I want to do is pick her up and reassure her. I keep my tone calm. “What do you think this is?”

Her face turns pink under the lights of the lot. “I’m not some Twinkie, or whatever you call them.”

My forehead creases. “Twinkie?”

She makes a big to-do of nodding her head. “Yes, you know, some girl you all pass around.”

I grit my teeth because the thought of anyone touching her has me seeing red. I reach for her, and amazingly, she doesn’t pull away. I point to the clubhouse. “None of the men in there would mess with you, and no one is going to be passing you around. You’re under my care.” She still looks doubtful. “I promise you, Ava. You’re safe here with me.”

There’s not a lot of people that would believe that if I said it to them. Sure, we do bad things but not to women.

She still doesn’t budge. “So you’re like in a motorcycle club, right?”

I nod patiently.

She puts her hand on her hip. “Right, well, I’m not completely dense. I know how this works. You all are like a brotherhood or something. If one of them doesn’t like me—or hell, if they do like me, you can’t do anything about it. You all don’t go against each other.”

Fuck, this girl has trust issues. I’m still holding on to her hand, and instead of pulling her to me, I walk closer to her so she can feel the warmth of my body against hers. “My club doesn’t hurt women. Ever!” That should be enough to appease her, but she’s still looking at me with that stubborn look on her face. “But I promise you right now, I will not leave your side the whole time we’re in there. You want to bounce, we’re out of here. You won’t have to do anything in here that you don’t want to do.”


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