Page 76 of Property of Yak

“Just a cop snooping around my girl. Nothing you need to worry about.”

Yooper sighs. “Jesus fuck. Did you really have to find the most complicated girl in all of Oakheart?”

“Apparently,” I laugh.

“Everything’s good, though?”

“I got it under control. I just wanted to call and give you an update because I’m not going to make it back to the clubhouse tonight.”

“Tell me.”

“I put it out there. Hoping to get a bite soon. It was a good fishing spot,” I say in code.

“Knew it would be. Found some real good bass there last time I headed that way.”

I chuckle. “Felt like the fish knew I was there before I even placed the line. Picked up the bait as if he was waiting on me.”

He snorts. “Sounds like the fish in that area. They are good. You’ll get good shit from it.”

“I hope so. I’m tired of coming up empty.”

I hear someone knock on his door and tense, even though I’m not there.

“I’ve got to let you go. I’ll see you in the morning.” Yooper hangs up before I can respond.

Sighing, I shove my phone into my pocket and push thoughts of my brother and his club out of my mind.

My girl’s warm, wet, and waiting for me to slide into her, and nothing is going to stop me from doing just that.

CHAPTER

NINETEEN

Julie

As I stir awake, I feel my body tingling. I’m burning up, but not with a fever. No, my body feels good. I press back and gasp when I realize that Yak is inside of me.

Again. Or should I say still. He woke me up like this last night shortly after I came to bed. He was relentless with my body until I passed out.

Now he’s up and ready for round two.

“Shh. Rest. I’ll be gentle,” he whispers against my ear.

I let out a soft, sleepy moan.

I can’t go back to sleep now. My body is alive.

Reaching back, I cup his cheek, pushing back into him again.

“Fuck, Angel. You feel so good.”

“Swear jar,” I mumble, my back arching as he hits a particular spot inside that makes me see stars.

He nips my ear but keeps thrusting into me slowly. This isn’t the rough biker I’m accustomed to. He fucks me like I’m a toy for him to use for his pleasure. I love that about him, but this feels good too. Different.

As if he were telling me with the gentle way his hands caress up and down my body that I am his and he will care for me.

It almost feels like…he loves me.