Black Butte Ranch was safe. The SEALs were home. The Steeles were, somehow, part of the future.
And me?
I was never letting go.
~ The End ~
Temptation
Soldiers of Fortune 4
~ Gearhead ~
Kidnapping your mate was perfectly acceptable, especially if his life was in danger. I had no idea where that danger was coming from, but I knew my MC brothers could help me keep Percy safe until I eliminated the threat. If I could convince him to let me claim him along the way, even better.
~ Percy ~
I had spent a large portion of my life hiding from the world to keep myself safe. When I was suddenly kidnapped by the sexiest man I had ever seen, I couldn't bring myself to protest. Life for me was never this exciting. Not only that, he swore we were mates. As a fox shifter, I knew about mates, but I wasn't sure what it all entailed. I was willing to stick around to find out, if I didn't die first.
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"Marry me."
My eyes widened as I slowly glanced over my shoulder. I kind of expected to see some guy down on his knee as he proposed to his girl. I didn't expect to see a bearded biker standing behind me.
A very large bearded biker with a massive amount of tattoos running from his head, down his neck, and then to his arms. Made me wonder just how far under his white tank top they went.
I quickly turned back around when his brown eyes met mine and then took a step closer to the coffee counter. My heart seemed to be trying to climb right out of my chest. I clutched my cell phone tightly in my hand, wishing the baristas would work a little faster.
"Is that a no?"
The voice was close and I was pretty sure it was coming from the man behind me, but I couldn't be positive. I did know he wasn't talking to me. No one ever spoke to me like that. I just couldn't figure out who he was talking to. The line was long, going back almost to the door.
It could be anyone.
"You smell delicious. I could eat you up." I heard a slow rumbling chuckle that made me want to stretch and then curl up next to whoever made it. "Or lick you from head to toe. I know which one I prefer."
Oh. My. God.
This guy was good, although I wasn't sure telling his girl he wanted to lick her all over was a good choice when proposing marriage. Unless they were in a very intimate relationship, it seemed kind of rude.
It worked for me, however. My cock began to thicken behind the zipper of my slacks as I fantasized about some sexy bear of a man, maybe the one with tattoos on his head, licking me all over.
Unfortunately, it would only ever be a fantasy. Guys like him were not interested in guys like like me. Not even in romance novels.
I pulled the neckline of my light blue polo shirt away from my neck and then cleared my throat. I really needed to get my tea and get out of there before I turned around and accepted the marriage proposal meant for someone else.
"Are you sure you don't want to marry me?"
Someone was turning this guy down?
Seriously?
They had to be an idiot.
I got it that some people might be thrown off by all those tattoos. I wasn't. If anything, I found them sexy. I had always wanted to get one, but had never been brave enough. The mere mention of a needle could send me into a panic attack.
