Page 12 of Demon Rider

“I feel less freaked out. Is that wrong?” Stepping closer to me, she reaches up touch the short beard, snapping her hand back.

“No, it is not wrong. You can touch me, baby.” I pull her hand back.

Her skin is warm and soft, with my fingers wrapped around her slim wrist, I bring her hand back to my face. My eyes close from her soft touch.

I have fucked women since my wife passed years ago, but they were fillers before my mate came along. Now having said mate touch me, my cock is like granite in my pants, and my balls ace for some action.

“Why do I feel safe with you, Ty?”

“I love you shortening my name, baby.” I groan when her finger’s flex through the scruff on my jaw.

“I like you calling me ‘baby,’ I feel like it means something more than you forgetting my name.” she smarts softly, with a smile.

“You are my baby, Kristina.” I make a point of using her name. “I know this is all fast as fuck and confusing, but I will explain everything soon. But for now, you need to eat and rest up. We have all the time in the world,”

She nods, then looks around the room, huffing.

“I have no clean clothes here.”

“Fuck.” I jump up and rush to the door swinging it open. “MINA.”

Kristina gasps behind me. “No way am I wearing some strange woman’s clothes.”

“You will be fine.” I lean out checking for the woman I just called.

“Fucking me, Tyson, you have the mouth of a fog horn.” She appears.

I laugh, and lean in to kiss the woman on the cheek.

“My girl needs some clothes, underwear and some shoes.”

“Tyson.” Kristina growls behind me.

“What?”

She glares at me, gripping her towel tighter around her body.

Mina laughs, patting my shoulder. “Let me guess, you just told her I was getting her clothes and she assumed they would be mine.”

“Maybe.” I rub the back of my neck.

“Fucking men. Give me two shakes, lady, and I will bring you some clothes. All new with tags.”

Kristina nods, but keeps glaring at me.

“What?” I ask again, slower this time, because she’s looking at me like I’ve personally offended her. “I asked Mina to get you clothes. What more do you want?”

Kristina’s jaw tightens. “You never said they’d be new clothes. You let me assume they’d be used.”

She grimaces, like the thought alone is an insult. “I know how MCs work, Tyson. I know about club girls. I’m not stupid.”

I stare at her, not sure how to reply. Her glare is aimed right at me and hell, it is nice to see that she still has fire in her and not let what Harlan do to here kill it off.

Before I can get a word out, Mina strides back in with a stack of clothes. That have tags still attached. She dumps them into my arms with a look that could peel paint.

“Next time, dumbass, explain that she’s getting new clothes, not used ones. Women don’t like wearing other women’s things, especially if those women might’ve been screwing her man.”

Kristina’s eyes flick to mine at Mina’s words. Fire, determination and jealousy licks her gaze.