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Feeling a weight off my shoulders, I nodded. “Yeah, I could.”
As we walked out of the Roost together, I wondered where this beast was taking me.
Chapter 6
Tank
Boiler and I stepped out of the Roost, leaving the chaos of Jeff’s intrusion behind us. My pulse was still racing from the confrontation, but there was a new tension now—a charged, electric feeling that sparked between us. I glanced at Boiler, and our eyes met, both knowing that tonight wasn’t over.
“Let’s head somewhere else,” Boiler suggested, his deep voice sending shivers down to my coochie.
“Where to?” I asked, trying to hide my excitement.
“There’s a bar a few blocks from here. A little quieter,” he replied, his gaze intense.
"Lead the way," I said, filled with anticipation.
He took me to his Harley, and I left mine behind. Once he parked, we walked in comfortable silence, the sounds of the city fading into the background as we reached the bar. It was a hole-in-the-wall joint, the kind of place where nobody knew your name, and nobody cared. Just what I needed.
The inside vibes were all about privacy, with the dim lights and the hushed conversations. It wasn’t my usual kind of place, but Boiler had insisted. He said we needed neutral ground, somewhere away from the clubs and the noise. I didn’t argue. I was curious to see what he had in mind.
We found a booth in the back, away from the crowd. I slid in first, my eyes scanning the room out of habit. Boiler followed, his presence solid and reassuring. As soon as we sat down, a waitress appeared, all smiles and flirty glances at Boiler. I couldn’t blame her. The man was a walking wet dream, all muscle and tattoos, his dark eyes promising things that made my knees weak.
“I’ll have a whiskey, neat,” I said, not bothering to look at the waitress. My attention was on Boiler, and the conflicting emotions he evoked in me.
“Make that two,” Boiler added, his gaze never leaving mine. The waitress nodded and disappeared.
We sat in silence for a moment. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “So, why here?”
Boiler shrugged, leaning back in the booth. “Thought it might be nice to get away from the usual scene. Plus, they’ve got good whiskey.”
I smirked, shaking my head. “You’re full of shit, you know that?”
His cocky smile appeared. “Maybe. But you’re here, aren’t you?”
Before I could retort, the waitress returned with our drinks. I took a sip, the burn of the whiskey grounding me. Boiler did the same, his eyes still locked onto mine.
“There’s something I want to show you,” he said, his tone suddenly serious.
Boiler set his glass down and shrugged off his cut, pulled up his shirt, revealing a long, jagged scar that ran from his shoulder down to his lower back. “This is from the crash. The night you saved my ass.”
I stared at the scar, the memory of that night flooding back. The blood, the panic, the desperate need to keep him alive. “I remember,” I said softly. “You were a mess.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “But you stayed. You didn’t have to, but you did. And I’ve never forgotten that.”
I looked up at him, my chest tightening. “Why are you telling me all this now?”
“Because I finally can,” he said, his voice raw.
Boiler was a sight to behold—tall and muscular, with a rugged face that looked like it had seen more than its share of fights. His dark hair was cropped short, and his jaw was covered in a layer of stubble that only added to his raw appeal. His eyes, though, were what really drew me in. They were a deep, penetrating blue, filled with a mix of hardness and vulnerability that was unnerving.
We talked, but I barely heard the words. It was his presence, the way he looked at me, that mattered. This big man made me feel small. Made me feel wanted. I could feel the heat building between us, the magnetic pull that was impossible to resist coursing through my body.
“Tank,” he murmured, leaning in, his breath warm against my skin. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me.”
A thrill rushed through me, giving me goosebumps. “Show me,” I challenged, thinking of his words from the other night.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Boiler gently took my hand and pressed it against his crotch, letting me feel the hard, throbbing evidence of his desire, his massive erection as big and scary as he was.
