“Of course. Goodbye, Tallulah.”

“’Bye, Benito.”

She disconnected. “He totally doesn’t know about Harrietta.”

“I got the same take.”

“So, okay, well . . .” more of her eyes darting around before coming back to him, “that part’s done.”

He slid his other arm around her. “Yeah. And you did great, sweetheart.”

“I kinda got Tallulah Monroe down,” she muttered.

She was proud of her work.

She wasn’t proud of that.

“They’ll get it,” he told her.

She focused on him. “Sorry?”

“That you lied about who you are.”

She put both her hands on his chest, even the one that still held her phone, her gaze on him intense.

“Can’t say I’m in the know with who occupies the porn scene,” he went on. “But if it’s like anything else that rides the fringe, they’re tight. If they know someone killed Diane, one of their own, and you went all out to make them pay, they’ll get it.”

She studied him a beat before she asked, “How do you read my mind?”

“Baby, hate to tell you this, but if you’re goin’ for a poker face, you’re failing.”

“Fabulous,” she muttered to his throat.

He gave her a gentle shake and regained her attention. “Don’t know, didn’t see you in action, but my take on what I just heard was that you were you, you just used the name Tallulah. That’s probably why it worked. You didn’t play at anything. You gave them you and you’re awesome. They just know you by a different name.”

“Yeah, that’s how I played it only because I didn’t know better.”

“Well, it worked so it doesn’t matter you didn’t know better.”

She pressed her hips into his and asked, “I’m awesome?”

He grinned down at her. “Insight into me, I don’t move a woman into my pad on the first date after enduring a meltdown and a body dump if she’s not awesome.”

She was grinning up at him, but in the middle of it the look in her eyes changed.

“You ever move a woman into your pad?” she asked.

“No,” he answered.

“Mm,” she hummed.

He liked that noise but now they had no time to get busy.

He had to get to Ride.

“We need to get dressed. You need to come with me and hang while I meet with my brothers.”

“Right,” she said.

He started to move away but did it taking her with him.

He stopped when her hand went from his chest to cup his package.

“Rebel,” he said.

“I’ll be quick,” she whispered.

“Rebel,” he growled.

But he did not move when she floated down to her knees in front of him.

And he absolutely did not move when she freed his stiffening cock from his jeans.

He did move when she slid him into her warm, wet mouth, and he did this to glide his fingers into her hair.

He watched her suck him off and he loved every stroke, especially when it got better after she tucked her hands in his jeans at the back and dug her long nails in at his ass.

Fuck, her draw.

His woman had power in her pulls and with the pain in his ass of her nails making her marks in him, telling him she loved his dick in her mouth, it didn’t take long for her to get him where she wanted him to be going.

“Babe,” he grunted in warning when he was almost there.

She kept at him, just lifting those pretty blue eyes up to his face, his wet dick sliding in and out of her mouth, and Jesus.

His hand fisted in her hair and his head fell back.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, beginning to blow.

She took one hand from his ass and dove in at the front, cupping his balls and squeezing.

Rush started fucking her face and grunted, “Fuck yeah,” as his mind blanked of everything but Rebel’s hot, sweet mouth and the mammoth orgasm she was sucking out of him.

The night before when she’d gone down on him, before he’d blown, he’d shoved her to her hands and knees, took her pussy and did it inside.

This time, as he came down, righting his head, he felt her gently licking his dick, massaging his balls. Before he could tip his head to watch that action, she let him go, floated back up to her feet, and moved her hand from his balls to his dick to hold it in a warm, but assertive grip as she kissed the base of his throat.

Rush curled his arms around her.

“Is my biker good?” she asked quietly.

“Were you there two minutes ago?” he asked back.

He felt her smile against his skin. “You’re good.”

She nuzzled his throat and stood in his arms, her fingers wrapped around his semi-hard dick like they had all day to stand there just like that.

“You claimin’ that cock?” he asked.

Slowly, she tipped her head back.

He saw the caution in her face and it made him put a hand to her jaw.

“Yes?” she asked back like it was him that could answer that question.

Rush loved it when she got like this.

She was ballsy and confident and sweet and funny and open, but she could get shy, vulnerable, and show it.

The biker in him, and the Allen in him, needed a woman who was ballsy and confident.

It was the Allen in him that needed her to be sweet and funny and open.

The man Rush was, he needed her to have times she was vulnerable, so he could cover her in those times. He didn’t care what that said about him. He was a man who needed to be needed by his woman.

Not too much, not all the time, but enough he got to fill that role and give that to her.

Rebel didn’t believe he was real.

Rush was beginning to believe she was made for him.

“You give great head, Rebel.”

She kept looking in his eyes but said nothing.

“And you swallow.”

Her mouth quirked but she remained silent.

He bent his head to hers. “Baby, we’re doin’ this.”

“What’s ‘this?’” she whispered.

“This is me not mindin’ standin’ in my kitchen with my jeans about to fall off my hips ’cause my girl is claimin’ my junk, and I got no problem with that and not only because she just dropped to her knees and blew me.”

His girl’s hand claiming his junk gave him an involuntary squeeze that made him grunt so she let him go altogether, which eventually had to happen, but it still sucked.

He took a hand from around her to tuck himself in, hiked up his jeans, did up enough buttons to keep them from falling down, but left the rest open when she stayed pressed to him.

“You good with the, um . . . ?”

She didn’t finish so he asked, “What?”

“Ball, uh, action.”

Right.

Here it was again.

The vulnerability.

So he had to do this gentle.

He wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck and kept his face close to hers.

“Right, I don’t do blow by blows, honey. The fact I did blow, hard, down your throat gave you the answer to that. I do something that you don’t like, I wanna know, at the time, even if it takes us out of the zone. You do somethin’ I don’t dig, I’ll be cool, but you’ll know. We get off on what’s happening, we roll with it. What we don’t do is dissect it after the fact. You don’t have to assume I liked it. If I didn’t stop you doing it, I liked it. There’s no guesswork with me. I want it to be what we already got. Free and easy. We hit a snag, we’ll work around it. But no reason to go searching for snags that aren’t there.”

He tightened his fingers on her neck and it wasn’t like he didn’t have all her attention, but as he was communicating what he wanted from his touch, she gave him more.

“I mean that with fucking and I mean that with everything,” he told her. “No guesswork. Free and easy. We hit a snag, we work on it. Are you getting me?”

She nodded.

“You okay how I said that?” he asked. “I don’t want you to get hung up I laid it out like that.”

“I’m okay, Rush. It’s good. I just can get carried away and some dudes aren’t big on that.”