Page 17 of Tack’s Bounty

“Hey, man,” Stinger whined.

“You’re really annoying me,” Tack admitted.

“Sorry. There’s something, like, at the corner of my mind that I can’t quite grasp. Like some fact I know that seems pertinent, but for the life of me, I’m drawing a blank,” Stinger mused, frowning.

“It’s probably because you lost half your brain when you were screaming to be saved from the tornado,” Retread pointed out.

“Come on. It’s been over a year. Could we please forget about that video?” Stinger pleaded.

Tack chuckled, listening to the guys razz Stinger about his experience tornado chasing with Twist, who was a nomad with the Bluff Creek Brotherhood MC. Tack wondered if Sophia had seen it. It might provide her some much-needed laughter after the car chase this morning.

He’d pack some clothes and move in with Sophia, bringing as many of his brothers as could be spared. He’d have a couple of the guys sleep in shifts, so the house always had someone awake to watch for anything strange. Once they were back at her house, Tack had some questions for Sophia, Lake, and Freedom. They had to be missing something.

Chapter Ten

Sophia directed people as they reorganized the area behind the farmhouse and clinic to make it more visitor-friendly for the adoption event tomorrow. Yesterday, she’d been chased in a car while people shot at them. Last night, Tack, Shield, and Stinger, along with FNG, a Prospect, and Cue, had set up rotations to keep everyone, including the animals, safe.

When she’d mentioned last night that she wished she’d thought to rent a large tent for shade for the animals and people, Cue had gotten on the phone and had the one Pit’s barbecue restaurant owned delivered.

She’d first had the animals divided into adoptable and available for fostering. Since she was a private clinic, she could make her own rules, and she wasn’t allowing people who gave her the ‘icks’ to foster or adopt. Adoption or fostering events were a way for those people running illegal animal fighting rings to get new blood for their events.

She smiled, thinking about how Tack had knocked on her door this morning and brought her coffee, just the way she liked it, and a homemade breakfast sandwich Ruthy had made. Sophia hadn’t even known Ruthy was at her house. She’d come down ready for the day, wondering how they’d get everything done, but the Saint’s Outlaws MC, and specifically Tack, had called in friends. Some of Tack’s co-workers were helping set things up and ensure all the animals were tagged correctly. The ones that needed more help were separated either in the barn or her clinic.

She stared at the area, seeing how it could be if she had unlimited funds. There would be a large building by the barn with heating, air-conditioning, and a place for animals to play inside with plenty of space for them to be housed without being in a small crate. Maybe someday, but for now, she’d be happy with all the help she had.

“Hey, babe,” Tack called, walking toward her with his ballcap on backward, wiping sweat off his chest with his shirt. Was that a rivulet of sweat tracking down the middle of his chest, dropping into his shorts’ waistband? How was she supposed to keep her thoughts on work when this masterpiece of man-flesh was in front of her?

“Babe, I appreciate you liking how I look, but now, I’m going to have a hard dick showing in my shorts because all I want to do is take you inside, strip you bare, and spend the afternoon getting to know each other—intimately,” he rasped, tilting her head up to look him in the face.

Fuck-fuck-fuck, she said that aloud again. She closed her eyes. Could she possibly rewind the last fifteen minutes and not embarrass herself?

“Babe, open your eyes. You’re not embarrassing yourself. I find it incredibly hot to get to hear your thoughts, and when we don’t have this adoption event to pull off, I’ll be making every daydream you have come true,” he vowed, staring intently at her.

“Babe, tell me you get me,” he grumbled.

She nodded. Oh, holy heck, did she get him. She got him so much her panties were drenched.

“Babe,” he groaned, staring up at the sky. “Hard dick, remember.”

She giggled at his aggrieved tone. How long had it been since she’d truly enjoyed herself and laughed? So long, but Tack brought the laughter and smiles back, just by being himself.

“Got it. No talking about licking the sweat off your abs and then tugging those shorts…”

“Babe,” Tack whined, shaking his head.

Sophia giggled. “Sorry. What did you originally need?”

“One of the guys was walking the property and found some large metal portable fence panels. Do you have a tractor, and what do you think of us moving them up closer to the barn to create a place to direct people to park in the field right behind the trees?” he asked.

“Oh—I forgot all about those panels. Dad and Mom used to use them when they had their big picnics here with their riding group. I think it’s a great idea,” she reassured him.

Tack stared at her with a perplexed look. Did he not understand her?

“Riding group?” Tack asked.

“Yeah. Mom and Dad were in a riding group for years. My dad was a huge motorcycle enthusiast. I don’t know how to ride one myself, but I’ve been going out and starting them up every two weeks to keep the batteries good,” Sophia confessed.

“Starting them up?” he questioned.