Page 148 of Indecent Lies

He grunted as if to say he wanted that too.

“One more thing,” he said after taking a long pull of his beer she loved tasting on his tongue. His gentle eyes cut to hers. “If you feel it, share it. Whatever it is, baby. I’ve had too long where I hid behind lies. I need the truth, Poppy.”

He didn’t touch on how his brother’s marriage was probably steeped in lies and the same for his parents, but she got his meaning. He wanted a fully transparent relationship and that just made her happier.

“Even if what I say pisses you off?”

“Yeah. I’ll be pissed off, but it won’t stop me flipping up your skirt and eating your pussy. That would calm you down.”

She huffed even as she turned a hundred different shades of red, all the while picturing that exact scene until her body shuddered.

“Damn, are you imagining it right now?”

“Maybe.”

“I love you,” she shared just because she was feeling it.

“Good,” he smirked and it didn’t matter that he hadn’t given her the words, the look on his face said he felt it too.

Their talk was over.

She was in an official relationship with Tait Hunt, former hot biker, current hot man who rode a sweet as hell motorcycle. They owned a goat and a cat and he’d opened up a whole erotic world for her and she was more than happy.

“Tait Hunt, my boyfriend,” she murmured and heard him laugh as his lips touched her hairline, “such a goof.”

It was then the atmosphere got sort of thick and important.

People around them started to murmur and look to the entryway.

“The boys are here,” Tait supplied. Then added at her confusion. “People have heard what happened to Rider. This is a biker bar, baby, it means they’re about to get a welcome.”

And a loud welcome it was. The moment the gang of bikers piled through the double doorway everyone started whooping and hollering, whistling and cheering. Standing on chairs, clapping for the men in black leather and blue denim.

She noticed Tait’s mouth was half curled with a grin watching it happen. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Pop, I’m good.”

She believed he was this time.

Rolling her hand around the front of his throat, her mouth was against his stubble when she told him, “You are my hero.”

His lips touched her forehead and moved down her cheek slowly. “That’s what matters.”

Rider came in next. As did a lot of women she assumed belonged to the MC.

She recognized the one she had a fight with.

Of course there was Paige tucked under the arm of her husband, she slid onto his lap once the man was seated.

Rider had a brace on his denim leg and wasn’t walking as straight as usual but his personality and powerful aura meant he was still imposing to look at.

He clocked eyes with Tait almost immediately and jutted his chin as if to get Tait to go over to him as he took his seat with the rest of the boys.

Oh, dear. She hoped it wasn’t trouble.

“Come on, Poppy.”

What? Her too? She blinked and looked up at him with his hand out for her. He pulled her out of the booth. “I can wait here,” she said chicken-like with her feathers on show.