“First time here?” Hawk asked.
“No, I’ve been here a coupla times with Caroline,” Sydney said. “Nice club.”
“Nice costume,” Hawk said to her before he turned back to Teddy. “Whatcha need?”
“A room,” Tank said.
A hit of adrenaline powered through her, landing in the small area between her legs.
Yasssssss!!!!
She squeezed his hand. When his gaze found hers, he raised his eyebrows. Pushing onto her toes, she whispered into his ear, “Now, you’re doing something to help me.”
Her sarcastic tone making him laugh.
“I got you.” Hawk got busy on his phone. Seconds later, he said, “Suite 13.”
As an independent, strong-willed woman, she was used to making decisions. All the fucking decisions, all the damn time. She was used to working alone. Out of necessity, she handled everything, but Tank was getting it done without any direction from her.
“Lucky thirteen,” Sydney said. “Perfect.”
“How long?” Tank asked.
“We close at two.”
“I can lock up for you,” Tank replied.
He’s fantastic.
Hawk chuffed out a laugh, shifted his gaze to Sydney. “Enjoy.”
She smiled. “We plan to.”
“Since you’re not members, I gotta escort you to themember entrance,” Hawk explained. “Tank, I’ll text you the code to alarm when you leave.”
“Thank you, brother.”
Hawk led them to the door at the back of the room, stood in front of the scanner. The light turned yellow. After he punched in a code on his phone, the scanner light turned green.
Tank opened the door, regarded Sydney. “Yes?”
“Hell, yes.” She turned back to Hawk. “Thanks.”
She walked into the stairwell, Tank followed, and Hawk closed the door behind them. Alone in the stairwell. If she was going to back out, now would be that time. But she was all-in. One hundred percent ready, willing, and so fucking able.
Her insides were throbbing, pounding with an energy she hadn’t felt in forever. Desire rained down on her, and she couldn’t wait to release it on the tank of a man standing inches away.
“Sydney.” The need in his voice ripped through her.
She pushed onto her toes, turned her face to his. “I’m right here.”
He lifted her into his arms, started climbing the stairs. She studied his face while she trembled in his grip.
“Are you good?” he asked.
“Crazy good. You?”
“You’re shaking.”
