Page 31 of Allegiance
“Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you were good. I gotta go.”
“Tank?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad you called. Goodnight.”
“Nite.”
Slipping the phone into his pocket, Tank jumped on his bike. He had no idea why he’d called her, but he was glad he did. An unfamiliar warmth spread through him, making his cock twitch at the thought of her in bed, snuggled underneath the covers.
Bringing his Harley to life, he sped out of the lot and headed for Pacific Coast Highway.
The moon was full and the night peaceful. The only thing missing was Lena pressed against his back, those sexy thighs of hers wrapped tight around his.
Fuck.
Groaning low in his throat, he gripped the handlebars and twisted the throttle to make the bike go faster, trying to outrun the desire racing through his blood. But it was no good. Some part of her had already taken root inside of him, and he had no clue what the hell to do about it.
