Page 142 of Indecent Lies

Just the thought meant that Poppy was washed in pleasure. Hard shudders gripped his cock and pulled Tait along with her.

His groan in her neck was perfect and before she knew it, she was breathing his name, grasping his hand while he trembled and drew harsh inhales.

“I love you, Tait,” she had no control over her rogue tongue, “I love you and I’m so happy you didn’t die.”

He chuckled and looked down at Poppy with his intense eyes before pressing a light kiss to her lips.

“Me too, little girl.”

He told her he’d be back before he rolled out of bed to deal with the condom and Poppy was left wondering if he meant he was glad he was alive or that he loved her too.

THIRTY-THREE

“We won’t forget.” - Renegade Souls

He thought he had another day at least before they turned up on his door.

He’d just dealt with the cops for the third time, thankfully it was Charlie Timmons and not his deputy dawg who hated the MC’s and wanted them all to go down for every crime.

That little dipshit would get on well with Malachai.

With the stuff Charlie was uncovering on thebratvaunderboss, not just his sex ring, but his contacts in high up government who were now all lawyering up according to the news bulletins, Rider and Texas were home free on self-defense.

Again, it was mostly thanks to Charlie Timmons, not sure if he cooked evidence or he just smothered the case under Grigori’s culpability, but Texas wasn’t facing jail.

But then he opened the door to a wall of Renegade Souls boys.

“A firing squad before I’ve had lunch.” He remarked dryly.

Tag was the first to chuckle and push his way inside, the others followed.

“Rider doing okay?”

He didn’t think it was right that he stopped by his house.

“Prez is already back at the church table. He told us what you did.” This from Preacher. He stepped forward and whacked/hugged Texas on the back with his massive paws. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell us what you were doing with the Russian?”

More back slaps followed.

Texas was lost for words for a second.

“It was foolhardy at best, suicidal at worst. I didn’t think I could get anything on him at first. Besides, would you have believed me?”

The silence was answer.

“Rider said you jumped in front of a fucking bullet for him.” Arson remarked, as he rocked back on his thick soled boots. He had his usual chin length brown hair caught back in a ponytail the same color as his close-clipped beard.

Texas noticed the guy looked terrible. Like he was on day three of a hangover with a slight shake to his hands.

“I just happened to be going that way is all,” he claimed and made the guys laugh.

More back slapping.

“Fucking hell, Tex, you crazy fuck, you took on thebratvaand won, man.”

He didn’t know how far it would go for him to fix things with his boys, but by the time they all piled out of his place, with an invite to go to the bar that weekend when Rider was feeling up to it, Texas felt good as he closed the front door.

He did what his body spurred him on to do and that was hunt down Poppy taking her long ass shower as she always did. He dropped his clothes, climbed in beside her and took the kiss he wanted, swallowing her gasp of pleasure into his throat.