She dragged her fingertips over the Dark Knights emblem on his left pec, a skull with dark eyes, sharp brows, and jagged fangs. “I know this one is for the club.” She ran her fingers over the lighthouse tattooed on his neck. “What will it cost me to learn the meaning behind this one?”

“That’s a hefty fee involving my dick in your mouth.” He kissed the corner of her smiling lips.

“Hm. Really?” She licked her lips, arching beneath him, rubbing against his cock. “What about this one?” She ran her index finger along the tattoo on his forearm.

He gyrated his hips, wetting his cock with her arousal. “It’s expensive. It involves me buried deep inside you in this position.” He rubbed the head of his erection against her center. “And an encore with you on all fours.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” she said breathlessly.

“Damn right I do.” He nipped at her neck. “Buckle up, baby girl.” As his lips neared hers, he said, “I’m about to drive you into next week.”

Chapter Eleven

TRACEY SAT AT her kitchen table Wednesday morning eating banana pancakes with Diesel’s hand resting on her leg, watching him shovel food into his mouth like there was a timer on him. She had a feeling that would never change, and she was falling so hard for him, she’d come to see that as one of his lovable quirks. He’d been a little more relaxed since telling her about his childhood. They’d stayed at the clubhouse Sunday night, but he’d come over after church Monday and they’d stayed at her place the last two nights. Last night it was his turn to drive by the women’s shelter in the middle of the night, but he took her key with him and slipped into bed with her when he got back so she could wake up in his arms again. Even though those drive-bys took him away from her for a little while, she was proud of him for giving the women at the shelter peace of mind that there were good people looking out for them.

News had traveled fast about that claiming barroom kiss that had rocked her world. Red had stopped by the bar yesterday and had confided in Tracey that she’d sensed Diesel’s feelings for her since they’d first met, but she’d said that now they burned brighter than ever. The guys had given Diesel a hard time for waiting so long to make a move, but Diesel had shut them down with one of his glares. He would always be her watchdog at work, but now those times were interspersed with discreet touches, taunting winks, and stolen kisses.