Bound by Their Kisses(2)

Tessa fought hard not to let him see her reaction to the obviously intentional slip. It would only add fuel to his libido. She wasn’t about to play with him or his friend Tag. They were more than she could handle.

“Hope they like it. Good night.” She turned to leave, but Zander snagged her backpack before she was able to get away.

“Hold up, Tessa. Let me give you a ride home. You don’t need to be walking home at this hour. I’ll be finished in about ten minutes. They aren’t going to get it today, they just want to pick out what they want and put it back for next time.”

“Thanks, Zander, but I’m fine. I’ll see you later.” She pulled out of his grasp and walked over to the door.

The moment she stepped through the entrance of the tattoo parlor, she could breathe again. What was it about the man that made her turn into an idiot when he was around? Her nipples grew hard, and her panties ended up soaked every time. He was off limits. She couldn’t handle a Dom, much less two, and everyone knew that Tag and Zander were a team.

She’d only gotten as far as the corner before she heard the telltale sound of a bike heading in her direction. She had no doubt that Zander had called Tag as soon as she’d left. Now the other member of the dynamic duo would be harassing her. It wasn’t fair. She couldn’t handle their tag-teaming her all the time.

While her feminine side basked in the attention they poured out on her, the cautious side of Tessa demanded that she resist their pull to give in to them. Part of her enjoyed the excitement of having two hunky men attracted to her but inside she still remembered the way she’d felt being completely under someone else’s control. Never again. Tag and Zander were all about control. It would never work between them even if she did want to give it a try. Maybe she would be better off moving on and finding somewhere else to settle down.

Tag pulled up on the sidewalk in front of her, cutting off her path. She stopped and glared at the man. He wasn’t even wearing a helmet. She couldn’t help but stare at all that long black hair pulled back from his face. Instead of the leather thong he normally used, this time he’d wrapped what looked like a cable tie around it in a pretty shade of yellow.

He wasn’t as tall as Zander, maybe only an inch or so over six feet, but he was cut from the same cloth with a wide chest, thick arms, and tree trunks for legs. She could tell he had some American Indian in him somewhere by the narrow shape of his face and the strong narrow nose. His dark eyes missed nothing, and right now, they were watching her watch him. He gave her a slow smile and patted the empty seat behind him.

Tessa rolled her eyes and started to walk around him, but he quickly walked the bike backwards to block her planned escape route.

“Don’t fight about it, Tessa. You don’t need to walk home at this hour. You don’t usually get off work after three so we don’t worry as much, but it’s after five now. Get on, woman,” he said.

“Tag. I’m not riding with you. I can walk home just fine. Go harass someone else.” Tessa tried once again to walk around him, but he easily blocked her path. She was either going to have to look like an idiot and race out into the street to get away or give in and let him take her home.

I don’t need this. I really don’t need to know what he feels like to add more fuel to the fire of my dreams at night.

Tessa closed her eyes and dropped her head. “Fine. I’ll let you take me home.”

His smile only made her angrier. He knew she wouldn’t be able to refuse if he kept on. She wanted to strangle him and Zander both. The problem was that, even more than that, she wanted to bury herself between them and find out just what it would feel like to have both of them giving her pleasure like she’d heard the various women around town talk about.

But Tessa couldn’t allow that to happen. She wouldn’t be any man’s possession again. She wasn’t a plaything. She was woman with the need to be in charge of her own life.

With a sigh, Tessa climbed on the back of the massive bike and held on to Tag’s sides. She should have known he wouldn’t be satisfied with that. As soon as she was settled, he took her hands and pulled them around his waist so that she was plastered to his back. He’d have a real good idea of her bra size by the time they made it to her apartment across town.

When he pulled down off the sidewalk and took off down the road, Tessa had to hold tighter to keep her seat. The feel of his hard abdominal muscles beneath her hands had her mouth watering all over again. Her thighs rested outside of his, and her pussy tingled with the vibrations of the bike. She had no doubt her panties, and probably her jeans, would be wet by the time they made it to her apartment.