keep licking her that morning on the couch.
"Really. I'll be fine." She leaned closer. "You need to take care of yourself and your club. Nobody needs to get hurt."
He frowned. She squeezed his arm.
"I'm not your responsibility, Whip," she whispered. "Big has the cops after you because he's a jerk. Go take care of yourself."
When he kept studying her, looking as if he would argue, she walked away from him and his MC brothers. She wanted to leave and go back to the house in Missoula.
Inside the cabin, she climbed the ladder into the loft and gathered her bag with her essentials in it. All she had to do was grab her clothes that hung outside, and she would be ready to go.
Once she had everything sitting in the bag by the door, she looked out the window. The bikers continued to talk with Whip. She couldn't hear the conversation, but she hoped Whip let them know that they could let her go on with her life and not worry about Big coming after them.
It was probably for the best that she knew nothing else about their plans. She wanted no part in anyone going after Big. She wanted to walk away and put everything in her past.
She stepped away from the window and paced the small room. Once she got back to the house, she'd call Amy, her supervisor at work, and let her know she'd be able to pick up her after-dinner hours at Mama Jean's Pie Shoppe.
Chapter 11
Whip
A pillow sailed down from the loft. Whip leaned to the side, letting Twyla's weapon fall to the floor. Sitting at the small table by the front door, he continued to shuffle the deck of cards he had yet to do anything with since the other Tarkio members left.
The shuffling kept his hands busy and off Twyla.
"I swear, I'll throw the mattress at you next if you don't answer me." She peeked her head over the top of the ladder. "I'm serious, Whip. We talked. I told you what I want to do. Tell me why you changed your mind, and why we have to stay here."
"I never changed my mind." He cut the card deck in half and tapped them against the surface of the table.
"You never told me I couldn't go."
"I did."
"Not until after they left."
"Same thing."
She disappeared from sight. A groan followed.
"Tell me why you think you have some kind of power over me and think you can tell me what to do?" A muffled scream came from upstairs. "No one rules my life, but me."
He set the cards on the table and leaned back in the chair. Priest wanted to go after Big. There was no stopping the club. He understood the threat against him and Tarkio. If Twyla wasn't involved, he'd be right beside his MC brothers as they took care of business.
Instead, he was stuck at the cabin waiting for word to get back to him.
"You are so lucky I can't lift the stupid mattress," muttered Twyla.
He grinned, looking up to the loft. Unable to see her, he could imagine her hot, sweaty, struggling to move an object that weighed twice as much as her. The girl had a temper.
She also wasn't afraid to let all her emotions and moods show, and the hell with everyone else. The girl walked her own beat, and he had to admire that about her.
Since bringing her to the cabin, he'd had all the time in the world to figure her out, and she made it simple.
So simple, he knew from the first night they slept in the loft that once she fell asleep, she was dead to the world. She'd start out at the edge of the mattress, and by the time she closed her eyes, she'd fallen asleep and rolled across the bed to snuggle in his arms.
Each morning, he slipped out of bed before she woke up. So far, he'd kept her oblivious to how she sought him out during the night.
He let her have that.
Because if he let her know how her anger toward him disappeared, her sadness went away, and her fear vanished when she was her most vulnerable, it would make the days with her unbearable.
As it was, he got through them, knowing he'd get a sweet reward each night.
It'd been a long time since he'd slept the whole night with a woman. Hell, he fucked women as often as he could, but he hadn't spent a whole night with them, much