“Yeah, I mean that sweet little cunt of yours. I can’t wait to dive between your thighs.”
Wow. Is this what dating a biker is like? Hearing dirty words and being devoured by his lips and tongue? Because sign me up. Hell yeah!
“I take it you’re okay with that.” He laughs. “Fuck. I’ve got to go. I don’t want to leave, but that’s how it is, babe. You gotta decide if you’re okay with that.”
I blink as I think it over. “For now. I think so.”
“Then we take it one step, one day at a time. Yeah?”
“Okay, Torque.”
He looks torn. Like, leaving is torturing him a bit, and I love that he’s so into me that he’s unable to hide it. “I’ll be back. Maybe tonight. Not sure.”
“Alright.”
He stands and takes me with him, wrapping an arm around my waist as he lifts me, walking toward my front door. When we reach it, he lets my feet drop to the floor. “One more kiss, beautiful.”
It’s my turn. I kisshimthis time. It’s soft, sweet, and undeniably affectionate.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna have a raging hard-on all night.”
I snicker. “No one touches your cock but me,” I say boldly.
He grins. “Already agreed on that, sweetheart. You’re the last woman I’ll ever fuck.”
I blink in surprise. It’s a bold statement. He’s a biker—a man who lives by his own code. Torque doesn’t owe me anything. “I’m speechless.”
He brushes the hair out of my face as his expression softens. “I mean it. You should learn something about me. Once I set my mind to something, that’s it. Claiming you is a promise. But I’ll do this at your pace.”
“I appreciate the warning.” I’m teasing him.
“You ever been spoiled by a man before? Had your guy taking care of all your needs? Fucking you, cooking for you, and seeing that shit is done around the house? Because that’s what I plan to do. Ease your burden so you can live a better, happier life.”
I’m not sure Torque hasn’t been plucked from a mixture of my dreams and some of my favorite heroes from the books I read, because that was the most perfect thing any man has ever said to me.
“No. That sounds amazing,” I admit.
“Then get ready, baby. I’m gonna rock your fucking world.”
With that promise, Torque releases me, slips on his boots, kisses my forehead, and heads outside.
I hear his truck as it pulls away and lock my front door. To be honest, I’m in a bit of a daze because this all sounds too wonderful to be true or long-lasting. Lots of people make promises when they’re focused on getting what they want.
What happens a few months or years down the line when I’m not what he wants?
I’ll have fun. But letting my heart get involved? I can’t risk it.
TORQUE DOESN’T COMEback during the night, and I head to bed after writing a few chapters on my upcoming novel. In the morning, I’m up early. I decide to call my sister after a quick shower, dialing Amy’s number as I finish getting ready. She’s on speaker as I pull on a pair of long boots over my leggings.
“Hey, sis,” I greet her.
“Hi, everything okay?”
Of course. Why wouldn’t it be? “Sure. I just wanted to call and see if you and Ainsley want to see Santa since I never got a chance to take her yesterday.”
“Oh! I bet she’d love that. Hold on, and I’ll ask her.” I hear her talking to Ainsley, and her excited squeal is all the confirmation I need. “Ainsley wants to go, but I need to check the weather. I heard something about an ice storm headed our way.”
Ice storm? Really? We just had all that snow yesterday.
