Chapter Fifteen

 

 

 

 

“You can’t just break in whenever you want to,” Tessa roared.

Buck wanted to cover his ears to escape the woman’s insane refrain as she told him this for the fourth time. She’d already told him this same shit when she’d awakened to find him in her bed again a few nights ago. He wasn’t really giving it much merit. She didn’t really mean it and he’d proven that to her several times to make up for the night he’d fallen asleep on top of her. He had hardly been able to keep his eyes open and even with his body’s urgings to take her, he’d been unable to stay awake.

“Okay. I won’t break in anymore,” he told her, trying to make her calm down. He couldn’t understand why she was so worked up about this. If she’d give him a key he wouldn’t have to break in but the stubborn woman refused.

“You said that when I told you the first time and yet here you are in my shower!” She flung her hand towards him glaring. Buck took in the view appreciatively when she flung one hand up losing the death grip she’d had on the towel, revealing a line of creamy stomach and a hint of breast. Deciding that this conversation was going nowhere fast, he took a step forward.

“Nu-uh, no, you stay where you are. No putting your hands on me to try and shut me up. I am not going to allow you to blow my mind with desire. It’s not happening tonight. You’re leaving.” Tessa tried to look serious about her threat and Buck almost let out a snort. They both knew better than that bullshit. One, he wasn’t leaving, and two, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

“Duchess, I’m not going anywhere except maybe to bed with you right after our shower.” Buck didn’t like the rude little noise of displeasure she made. Or her rolling her eyes like she did. He was done with this conversation.

“Buck, you can’t just muscle your way in here and take over. The next time you break in I’m calling the cops.” Tessa did her best to sound firm but Buck knew that was utter bullshit. She wouldn’t call the pigs in to try and handle their little war but she thought the threat would deter him. Ha, good luck with that sweetheart, he mentally challenged her even as his hands reached out to jerk the towel from her body.

Damn, his woman was fine.

Buck almost had to roll his tongue up as her creamy brown skin was revealed to him. His cock twitched, jerking forward like it was begging to push inside her, and Buck listened to its urgings. He needed to fuck her against the shower wall. He had given up fighting his need for this woman weeks ago. He’d become addicted to the feel of her slick pussy gripping his cock. He wasn’t sure if it was riding bareback or her that made him almost insane to get back inside her but he didn’t really give a fuck. He loved sliding inside her after a long day and feeling the world explode around him in pleasure as she blew his mind.

He wasn’t an idiot and he had been checking to see if she was still taking her pills but he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t like to have another little miniature Tessa with emerald green eyes and a childish giggle around. It should concern him that kids were something he wasn’t too worried about with her and it likely would if it wasn’t for the fact that he was keeping her. His hands reached out and grabbed her hips pulling her into the shower, his mouth covering hers in hot demand.

 

Tessa kicked the car door shut with her foot trying not to lose her grip on the bags of groceries she’d bought on her way back from the mani-pedi she’d treated herself to today. She’d even sprung for the gel polish because it chipped less and working at the bar she’d figured it was a good idea. She’d had a little extra cash this week because of Buck and his bikers.

Tessa began walking toward the house, the bags digging into her hands with her keys awkwardly balanced to open the back door. She wasn’t sure why Buck had stuck to her side like a leach ever since they’d started having sex. It was like her not reacting to his announcement that he was leaving after that first time had messed up his head so bad that now he had something to prove. Not that she minded the sex because that was phenomenal but the man had boundary issues. More than once he’d broken into her place to pin her to the nearest surface and fuck her senseless. Or shown up in her bed like he belonged there. What worried her most about that was when she rolled over and felt his big body in her bed, she no longer panicked. She just sighed and snuggled into him.

They’d argued endlessly about that refrigerator that he’d claimed someone he knew was getting rid of. Tessa had looked at the state-of–the-art stainless steel appliance and knew that was bullshit. She just hoped it wasn’t from someone his biker club had killed that didn’t need the item anymore. A shiver went down her spine at the thought and she shifted the bags to unlock the back door.

Thankfully she’d read him the riot act about breaking into her place a few nights ago and since that little conversation he’d been absent from the bar and her place. She wasn’t sure how she felt about his disappearing act because she’d just been getting used to him being around all the time but the man couldn’t be allowed to just break in or show up at her place whenever he wanted. She pushed open the door to the kitchen and came to a dead stop, shock holding her immobile.

“Fuck you, assholes. I didn’t get my ass kicked by that scrawny motherfucker!” Peck yelled, slamming his hand down on the table.

“Like hell you didn’t. That dude had you on the floor and he was about to stab your ass when—shit,” one of the large, dusty bikers sitting at what looked like a brand new wooden table muttered.

Tessa was shocked because she had no idea what they were doing here. She only knew one of them—the one who’d been yelling—he worked at the bar and she’d never invited him to her home. Still frozen in the doorway wondering why six bikers were sitting at the table—a table that hadn’t even been in her kitchen three hours ago when she’d left—she felt anger begin to simmer inside her because she knew whose fault this was and she was going to kill him when she got her hands on him. 

“Buck’s in the pisser,” one of the men blurted out, looking nervous likely because he could see the anger boiling in her eyes. She took a deep breath in and counted to ten mentally because this wasn’t their fault. No, it was Buck’s and she was going to rip him a new one when he got out of “the pisser” because this was going too far, damn it.

“You’re an idiot, Chaos. Stop scaring her!” a man with Joker written on his leather vest muttered, hitting the man who’d spoken in the back of the head.

“Hey, that hurt motherfucker!”

“You’re all idiots,” the one leaning on her counter muttered.

Tessa watched him stand and walk towards her with his hands out in front of him like he was approaching an animal he was afraid to spook.

“It’s okay, we won’t hurt you,” he said soothingly as he reached out cautiously to take the groceries from her hands. Tessa allowed him to remove the bags only because they’d started cutting into her hand. He stepped over to the counter and laid the groceries out and began putting the cold things away in the fridge.

Tessa shook her head, feeling anger boiling inside her as she watched Joker come over to help him. Had these bikers really just taken over her kitchen? Because she wasn’t okay with that or with the fact that they were in her kitchen at all.

“Okay, boys, let’s get on the road before Tessa gets here—shit. Hi, duchess,” Buck said, pushing the door from the living room to the kitchen open and stepping inside.

“Don’t you hi duchess me! What the hell are all of you doing in my house?” Tessa growled as she took two threatening steps towards Buck.

“Fuck, she’s gonna beat his ass, isn’t she?” one of the buffoons at her new table asked.

“Most likely. Shit, my old lady gets that tone and it’s never good. Let go wait by the truck,” another one said. Tessa heard the scuffing of chairs and the men piled out through the door Buck had entered. She didn’t care because them leaving suited her just fine.

“Just calm down. Coot didn’t need this table so me and the boys brought it over,” Buck said, indicating the heavy wooden table that looked as new as the fridge he’d delivered a week ago did.

“I am not going to calm down! You broke into my house again and with a bunch of strangers this time, Buck. You have to know after our conversation that I wouldn’t react well to this.” Tessa could hear the shrewish sound of her voice but didn’t care.

“Relax. I didn’t break in. I have a key,” Buck said calmly, making her teeth snap together and her eyes narrow. He had a fucking key? How had he gotten a key to her place, because she sure as hell hadn’t given him one.

“What do you mean you have a damned key, Buck? I never gave you a key to my house,” Tessa growled.

“Yeah, I know. I had one made when you got mad about me breaking the lock on the window,” Buck said in a tone that implied she was being unreasonable.

“You…I—oh my god, how did you even do that? Do you not realize how wrong that is? You shouldn’t be in my house at all unless I let you in.” Tessa couldn’t even speak she was so mad.

“Relax, duchess. I made it the day last week when I picked you up and drove you to work.”

Tessa was still confused because she’d had her keys that night so how the hell had he done it? She stared at him with a frown and narrowed eyes, still trying to figure it out because it didn’t make a damned bit of sense.

“How? I had my keys that night.”

“Well you had some of your keys. I took the house key off to have mine made.” Buck shrugged as if him having a key made was no big deal. Tessa almost couldn’t see straight she was so angry that he’d had the nerve to make a key without her permission.

“Don’t you understand that you crossed a line by doing that, you big idiot?” she demanded, her anger burning through her like a wild fire.

“If you had given me a key I wouldn’t have had to take matters into my own hands but you were being stubborn. I just took care of it, kind of like this table needed a home and you needed a table. Didn’t take a genius to figure out what to do, just like with the key. I stay here every night I’m not out handling shit for the club so I need a key. End of story.” Buck stared at her like she was the crazy one.

“You can’t just make a key and start living here, Buck! I didn’t tell you that was okay, nor did we discuss you moving in,” she growled.

“We didn’t need to discuss it.”

That. Was. It.

Enough was enough. She swiped her leg out taking him down with that one move. She stood over him glaring down at the dumbass who thought he had a right to dictate to her as he stared up at her in shock.

“Get. Out. I don’t know who you think you are but I can promise you that I won’t put up with it. You will leave the key you had made and go wherever it is you go when you leave here because I will not put up with your high handed ‘I’ll handle it’ behavior for another minute,” Tessa shrieked. Buck watched her carefully for a long moment before he got up off the floor rubbing his likely sore tailbone, his face covered in a frown.

“You didn’t have to toss me on my ass. You could have just asked me to go. There is no pleasing you,” Buck said.

Walking past her, he pulled his keys from his pocket. He took her key off, tossing it onto the new table before he waved at her and left with a loud slam of the door. Tessa was left standing in her kitchen looking down at the new table, a little surprised that he’d left with only a little bit of prompting. She wasn’t fighting tears because she knew after that little move that she’d run him off. She wasn’t, she assured herself. Wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, she shook herself, trying to calm her racing pulse.