Possession(Sons of Odin MC)(42)

Men with visible tattoos weren’t socially acceptable. Not in her parents’ closed sphere of friends and peers. But she didn’t care. She hungered for her outlaw biker any way she could have him.

Then he rose above her like some mythical beast from the sea. She fell back, silently willing him inside her. He twisted his hands in her long hair, lowering himself slowly, their gazes locked.

A cry tore from her lips as he hammered deep in one thrust, the erotic sensations more intense than anything she’d ever felt. Her legs actually trembled as he pumped his hips, feeding her his length with every stroke. Their mouths collided violently, and she framed his face with both hands and tilted her head for better penetration. His taste consumed her.

She’d never had this with another man, that desperation and raw need. Not simple lust. Far from it. It almost felt like he was a part of her. And every time he withdrew an inch or two, her body screamed for him to come back, as if a part of her had been torn away. That realization frightened her as she clung to him.

What if Vincent just disappeared one day?

The price you pay for riding a 1%er, she reminded herself. Tina had taken risks all her life, with her education, the move to Texas, her job, and now with Vincent. The only difference: she’d never risked her heart.





Chapter 20


The depth of Vincent’s emotions surprised him. Never mind what he did for a living, facing off with some of the evilest motherfuckers. Guns and knives could maim and kill him, but Valentina Bethel could shatter his world. He didn’t even know what to say after experiencing the kind of intimacy that exposed a man’s soul. His orgasm had been so powerful he nearly blacked out. Combined with the way it felt to hold her in his arms afterward, well, it screwed with his head on too many levels.

Tina stretched out beside him, immersed in her own thoughts.

When he woke up in his recliner this morning, all he could think about was her. He didn’t even check in with his Brothers; he just took a shower and left. Their red-hot attraction could no longer be blamed for the need to keep coming back. Or for the protectiveness and jealousy he felt. That meant something in his world. She might consider it an outdated, chauvinistic attitude, but he relied on his basic instincts. That’s what set Brothers apart from the rest of the world.

He scrubbed his hand over his beard stubble. Should he explore the topic with her? Find out if she was confused too? Lang and Lily had always joked about how much Tina wanted to hook up with him. He blew it off over and over again. Plenty of guys chased her, hung around like horny dogs. Witnessing that firsthand in the clubs had been a turn-off. Vincent avoided perfect women for a reason. Once he invested his time in a girl, he expected absolute loyalty. And if he ever saw Tina with another man…His throat went dry and he fisted his hand.

“Hey.” She dragged her fingernail up his arm. “What’s going on in that dark mind of yours?”

He grunted, angry with himself for letting his emotions show on his face. Usually capable of keeping it all in check, he knew he must have grimaced when he pictured her with someone else. “Nothing, baby.”

“Remind me never to piss you off.” She picked up his clenched hand and kissed his knuckles. “Pretty sure I can tell when you’re upset.”

“Not upset at anything really,” he denied. “Sometimes life has a way of catching up and I start questioning my sanity.”

She turned onto her side, resting her head on her palm. “Does our morning have anything to do with those thoughts?”

“Yeah.” Why lie? “Maybe this is more than we originally planned. Somehow I can’t accept a casual hookup a couple times a week.”

“Is that all?” she asked on a smile, waving her hand dismissively. “Are you asking me to go steady?”

He blew out a frustrated breath. “Steady? I’m asking you not to fuck other guys.”

“Ouch.” Her green eyes narrowed, definitely evaluating him. “Love your finesse.”

He tapped the Sons of Odin ink on his left arm. “What’s this say?”

“Live hard. Die hard.”

“I don’t waste time, Tina. And I’m pretty sure you don’t either. Before I’m an old man, I’d like to get this relationship thing right. I want a family someday.” Every minute he wasted cost him more than time. He tried to wrap his mind around the fact that he was asking her to be exclusive, to enter into a serious relationship with him.

“You have a family, Vincent.”

Her words cut deep. Yes, tattered pieces of one. “Are you suggesting I reconcile with my ex-wife?”

“No.” She sat up. “I want you to consider fighting for custody of your sons. At least regular visitation.”