Possession(Sons of Odin MC)(54)

Animal lust took over, and he slammed inside her with brutal force. Her warmth locked around him, her inner muscles clenched so tight he almost came before he pumped his hips. Fuck. He should have better control, but Tina reduced him to a pile of mush. Not only his heart. His legs wobbled as he withdrew a few inches, then powered forward, filling her.

“Oh God,” she wheezed out. “Harder. Please.”

Begging for it turned him on. Through gritted teeth he struggled to stay focused. Her little pussy had a way of hijacking his thoughts. “Arch your back for me, baby.”

He watched with anticipation. Tina had a beautiful back and shoulders. Gathering her long hair in one hand, he swept it aside, then kissed the soft spot at the base of her skull, his tongue spiraling over her spine. So sweet. She bucked against him, but he gripped her hip firmly to keep her locked in place.

“Always in a hurry,” he teased, shifting back to his feet.

Vincent couldn’t remember ever seeing a more perfect woman. And with the view of her ass he had at the moment, he couldn’t think of another place he’d rather be.

“You’re teasing me…”

He grinned, more than ready to shoot his seed. “Whatever the lady wants.” He observed closely as his dick disappeared inside her.

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An hour later, showered and dressed to go, Tina stood near her front door with two bags. She’d packed carefully, bringing extra clothes just in case she needed to stay longer.

“I’ll follow you on my bike,” Vincent said.

She took a last look around her apartment, obviously disappointed she had to leave.

“Did you think about letting one of the boys stay here?”

“The idea of a complete stranger sleeping in my bed is a bit creepy, but if it keeps Kline away, then I can hardly protest. Who did you have in mind?”

Getting J.T. out of the clubhouse for a few days might be a good idea. So far there were no rumors about a dead biker circulating or reports on the news. If there were, someone would have called Vincent by now. “J.T. fixed your vehicle at the shop.”

“Then he’s welcome here.”

One of the talents the Sons of Odin looked for in new recruits was how to take advantage of every situation, even bad ones. Vincent wished he could tell Tina everything. But wishing and doing were two separate things. Keeping her safe meant not sharing confidential information. That way if the cops ever questioned her, she wouldn’t get caught in a lie.

Just as he reached for the doorknob, her house phone rang. Vincent checked his watch. “After midnight? Who calls this late?”

“Not sure.” She headed for the breakfast bar where the cordless sat.

“Wait,” he said, reaching around her for the headset. Private caller flashed on the ID display. “Kline?”

She nodded.

Vincent answered. “What the fuck do you want?”

Silence and heavy breathing, but no one spoke on the other end. He waited a few seconds before he hung up. The phone rang again.

Vincent closed his eyes and tried to pull it together so he didn’t snap. He already knew where Kline lived and hung out. The deep background check had revealed a lot of secrets about Tina’s stalker client. Ones he never intended to share with her, because it would only deepen her fear. For now he’d lie low and respect her wishes to not retaliate Sons of Odin style. But that request would only be honored as long as Tina moved forward with her plan of action at work and if Kline stayed away from her.

Vincent opened the front door and locked it, then escorted her to her SUV. He stashed her bags in the backseat, kissed her forehead, and made sure she locked her doors before he climbed on his bike parked next to her vehicle.

Even now it surprised him how patient and tolerant he’d become over the last couple of weeks. Typically he’d jump into the fray and ask questions later. Intuitively, he disagreed with how to deal with Kline. Some men required snapped bones to learn a lesson. And if she were a typical old lady, she’d have no say in the matter. He took a last admiring look at her through the tinted glass on her driver’s-side window, wishing sometimes she weren’t as smart and independent as she was. But then she wouldn’t be the woman he fell hard for.

She accepted him for who he was, patches and all. That meant something to Vincent, and she deserved the same from him.





Chapter 26


Tina checked her rearview mirror the second she merged into traffic on the highway to make sure Vincent was still following her. He looked so damn sexy on his Harley. Then she focused on the road ahead of her, heart thundering. His declaration of love had been a surprise. One she chose not to respond to yet. Something told her he didn’t mean to say it when he did. Both of them were emotional wrecks tonight and desperate for comfort. Mistakes were often made in the heat of the moment, and she didn’t want to be disappointed if her instincts were right.