hips, guiding her, helping her. Her core coiled. He effortlessly picked her up and pushed her down with little effort from her, but to feel.
And it felt wonderful and freeing.
There was nothing holding her back. She ran her hands through his hair, holding him close, consuming all he gave her.
A moan erupted from her, and he quickly swallowed the sound, keeping it between them. Frantic for release, she became swept up in pleasure. Her thoughts weren't her own. Her movements weren't her own. Her life wasn't her own.
It was all Whip.
Once she gave up holding back, preparing for disappointment and faced her fears, she exploded. Her spine bowed. Her fingers knotted his hair. Her body convulsed.
Whip held her down, taking it all with a groan of his own. She quivered as every muscle in her body relaxed. Her head fell forward, and she pressed her cheek against the side of his head, not wanting to separate from him.
What they'd done...was wonderful. It was more than anything she'd experienced. It wasn't sex. It was closeness, and sharing, and giving, and taking, and bonding, and...
"SIS?" WHISPERED WHIP.
Twyla remained limp against his body. Her head pressed against his shoulder.
He rubbed her back, trying to rouse her. His cock had slipped out of her several minutes ago, and the condom threatened to fall free of his body.
His body shook in amusement at her ability to fall asleep after having sex only made him want her again. He shifted, picking her up, and put her down on the bed.
She whimpered. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, inhaling deeply. Possessiveness took hold of him.
A spitfire that fought his every step. A survivor who held her independence tightly, not letting anyone in. A beautiful woman who bounced between seeing her worth and not believing others could see her importance.
He closed his eyes, gripped by how strongly he felt for her.
Then, he covered her naked body, grabbed the used condom hanging on for dear life, and left the room.
Chapter 16
Whip
The decision to move Twyla into the clubhouse and draw Cusclan in proved tedious after three days. Whip sat outside Mama Jean's Pie Shoppe on his Harley, expecting to hear the approach of Cusclan members at any minute.
All he could do was keep watching her while she worked, escort her to and from her job, and make sure she was seen going into the clubhouse and not coming out until the next day. Hopefully, that would bring Cusclan around sooner rather than later.
Twyla had mentioned Big, and another member had approached her at work, so he knew they were around.
He only had to bide his time.
Missoula was Tarkio territory. Only Big and two or three members could ride into town. They wouldn't chance bringing the whole club.
He lit a cigarette. If he called their plan right, they'd be evenly matched. Aaron and Frank were in sight of the restaurant and out of sight of anyone looking. The three of them could take down at least a dozen Cusclan members before losing ground. By then, news would travel in Missoula, and other Tarkio members would join.
He was confident on his own turf.
Planting Twyla with him would end the threat sooner by bringing Big to him.
Twyla moved in front of the window, talking with customers inside the restaurant. Normally, any kind of security job bored him. He preferred more action, meeting with other clubs, taking on more dangerous errands. It gave him a way to solve problems and used up the excess frustration he carried around.
Mostly, he knew if he was out there doing everything possible to keep Tarkio Motorcycle Club safe, he was saving lives. He was giving his sister a life she deserved.
But he couldn't ignore the way Twyla affected him. He wasn't expecting to have feelings for her. The more he found out about her, the deeper he got.
Big wasn't a part of her life. She'd made that clear, and he believed her.
She was going back to the clubhouse with him.
He hoped like hell Big tried to stop him, and he'd take the motherfucker out.
A small group of customers walked out of the restaurant. He looked the other way, not wanting to draw attention to himself. A biker in a leather vest brought fear out in others. Hopefully, only seeing one biker would ease their discomfort, and they would go on their way.
The two gentlemen walked the three women to their vehicles. He swung his gaze back to the restaurant, having lost sight of Twyla. She understood