Page 69 of Tank’s Weakness

“Bye,” Kelly and Jane say, laughing as they go.

When they step out of view, Delaney turns toward me. “They seem nice.”

“They are.”

She looks up at me with worry on her face. “Are you sure that you want me to go tomorrow night? They kind of railroaded you into inviting me.”

Reaching forward, I rub my hands up and down her arms. “Trust me, Delaney, I want you to go with me. Like I said, I just hadn’t gotten around to asking you yet. I want you to meet my friends, and they want to meet you.”

“I’d like that,” she says softly.

“Me too. Now are there any more candles you want before we check out?” I ask.

Neither of us mention that this was only supposed to be a fling but has obviously turned into something more. I want to tell her that I want to make her my old lady. I want to make this permanent, but I keep my mouth closed. She calls the shots, not me.

When she’s ready to admit that this is more, that what we have is real, I’ll be ready. In the meantime, though, I’ll just be here waiting for her to realize that everything she wants is right in front of her. I mean, shit, her inviting me this morning to spend the day with her doing something as simple as shopping is proof that things are changing and I fucking love it.

Still, she needs more time. Or at least I think she does. I can be patient. When I have to be, at least.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Delaney

“Are you sure this looks okay?”

I look down at my jeans and blouse as I twirl in front of Tank.

“Yes. You look amazing. Honestly, we don’t even need to go. Let’s go to the bedroom. You can tell me what to do, and I can make you come on my face,” he growls, stepping toward me.

“Down, big fella.” I pat his chest. “I just worry I look too much like an elementary school teacher and not like…” I trail off, not sure what to say.

“A biker’s girlfriend?” he asks.

“Is that what I am?” I look up at him.

He cups my cheek. “Yes. I already told you, Laney. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me. It’s why I let you order me around and do butt stuff.”

I snort. “You are a horndog.”

“You bring it out in me. Seriously, you look sexy as hell.”

I originally wanted to wear a sundress, but it’s on the cooler side tonight despite the temperature getting warmer with each passing day, and I knew Tank wanted to take his bike.

“Come on, if I don’t get you out of here now, I won’t want to go,” he pouts.

“They are your friends. Don’t you want to hang out with them?”

He scrunches up his nose. “Jagger is going to be all up in our business. He feels like I haven’t spent enough time with him lately. He’s a child.”

I give him a look. “Seriously? Pot want to meet kettle?”

He grabs my hand, pulling me toward the door. “Wait until you hang out with him for an extended amount of time.”

“I did,” I tell him as I watch him lock up my house. “The night we met.”

“That was different. You were a rando I met at a bar. He didn’t think twice about you because he had his own chick he was hitting on. This time you are more than that. He will want to know everything about you. I apologize in advance.”

I laugh. “It’s fine. I hang out with six-year-olds all day. I can handle him.”