Bound by Their Kisses(13)

One of the perks of working at Heavy Trinkets was the discount she received on the merchandise. Most of it she wasn’t the least bit interested in other than some of Kelly’s jewelry and the collection of erotic romance books they kept in stock. She now had a nice collection that she often found herself rereading. Tessa picked up the one she was reading now off of the plastic box she used as a makeshift end table. It was a new release from Heather Rainier and was proving to be hard to put down.

To her surprise, she lost herself in the book instead of worrying about the night ahead. When she heard someone knocking on her door, it took her a second to remember where she was and what she was doing.

Tessa shoved a bookmark in the book and set it back on the plastic bin before she jumped up and nearly ran to the door. How long had they been knocking? She prayed she’d heard them the first time. Without checking to see who it was, she unlocked the deadbolts and flung open the door. Both men stood right outside wearing nice jeans and new-looking T-shirts. Tag’s shirt was a warm maroon that complimented his tanned skin and black hair. Zander’s black shirt fit him perfectly, both in size and style. He looked like a huge bouncer or enforcer of some kind with all those bulging muscles and the bald head.

“Um, hi,” she managed to get out.

“Do you always open your door without checking first to see who it is?” Tag asked, a frown marring his face.

“Not usually. I was expecting you, so I just assumed,” she said, feeling like a naughty child. “I shouldn’t have done it, I know.”

“Nope. Don’t do it again. You’re not living in the best of neighborhoods, baby.” Tag leaned against the doorjamb.

“Are you ready to head out, kitten?” Zander asked.

“Um, yeah. Where are we going?” she asked as she grabbed her purse off the hook by the door.

“We thought we’d take you to Sidewinders. We can eat and talk there. They’ve usually got a good band on the weekends, and their barbeque is about the best you can get in this area.” Zander stepped back when she walked out and closed and locked the door behind her.

He smiled at her when she turned around. “You look real nice, Tessa.”

“She smells even better, Zander. Good enough to—lick.” Tag gave her a very intense smile that had her pussy growing moist and they hadn’t even gotten away from her apartment yet.

I’m in so much trouble.

“That she does,” Zander said with a chuckle. “We’re parked right over there, kitten.”

Zander took an elbow while Tag took advantage of placing a hand at the small of her back, his pinky running lightly along the thin strip of skin he uncovered between her jeans and shirt. To say it sent chills up and down her spine was putting it mildly. Her entire body lit up with heat while tiny thrills sang along her back.

They led her to a big black truck with shiny chrome rims. It was high enough that Zander had to help her climb up. Once inside, she had to scoot over to sit closer to Tag, who was driving, so that Zander would have room to sit on the other side of her. As large as the cab of the truck was, there didn’t seem to be much room at all when both men were in it. They not only took up space, but they seemed to suck all the air out of the cab. Breathing became a struggle as both men’s thick-as-tree-trunk thighs pressed intimately against hers. Sure, they all had on clothes, but damn!

“Sidewinders also has hamburgers and steaks, Tessa. There should be something you’ll like there to eat. They also have Diet Coke if you don’t want beer. They don’t serve anything harder than beer, though.” Zander laid his arm along the back of the seat so that his fingers trailed along her shoulder.

“It all sounds great. I’m not picky,” she said.

Tag backed out of the parking spot in front of her apartment then pulled out onto the street. The next thing she knew, he’d dropped one hand to her knee and squeezed it lightly. One of them touching and paying attention to her was a challenge, but both of them at one time proved to be impossible to handle. Tessa felt as if her heart would explode as fast as it raced in her chest.

“How was work today?” Zander asked.

“Busy. I’m not sure what is going on, but you would think it was the week before Christmas or something,” she said.

“Funny,” Zander said. “I’ve had the same thing going on at the shop. What about business at your place, Tag?”

“Mmm maybe a little busier but not a lot. Wouldn’t expect it to be since bikes tend to be a little more specialized. Things usually gear up the end of winter or the first of spring and then again right before a big rally or run.” Tag expertly maneuvered the big truck into a parking spot right across the street from Sidewinders.