“Spoke English, babe.”
“You just said ‘thank you’.”
A pause before he muttered, “Now she’s bustin’ my balls.”
“I am not!” I snapped.
“Now she’s servin’ up attitude.”
Well, I was doing that.
“Give me a break, handsome, I’ve been with you just shy of a year and in that time I’ve been kidnapped, I kicked ass twice, I was stabbed, got married and you got me pregnant. Through all that, you’ve not once said ‘thank you’ to me. Even when I got that mammoth parts order right without having to ask you a single question. Let me savor the moment.”
“Yeah, I was savoring that moment too and that moment was tender until you got feisty.”
“Uh… you pledged your troth to me, Tack. It’s not like you don’t know I get feisty.”
“I pledged my troth,” Tack repeated.
“Yeah.”
“You just said I pledged my troth.”
“Yes, that’s what I just said.”
“What’s a troth?”
“I don’t know, I just know you pledged it.”
I heard and saw Tack shake his head on his pillow then he stated, “Babe, advice. A man expresses his gratitude, you do not throw attitude. You kiss him and, maybe, suck his dick to show your appreciation.”
Okay, now we were back to the Tack I knew.
“I think I’ve already cemented my biker bitch status, Tack, this very conversation being evidence of that. Lessons are no longer necessary.”
“Right, then, how about you get busy suckin’ my dick ‘cause I want you to?”
That went through me like a hot knife through butter and my legs shifted.
“Always greedy,” he muttered.
“Like you don’t like it,” I muttered back.
“Hard to talk, you got a mouth full of my cock,” Tack remarked.
That went through me too.
“Quit turning me on when I’m feeling feisty,” I snapped.
“Red, best time to turn you on is when you’re feeling feisty.”
This was true.
“Babe,” he prompted when I made no move then, “Tyra,” he prompted again when I still made no move.
“Oh, all right. I’ll get busy.”
“Obliged,” he muttered, a smile in his voice but his hand didn’t leave my hair to let me get down to business. It pulled me close so my mouth was touching his. “Think about this, darlin’, before you go down on me and brace, baby, ‘cause I’m about to get sweet and you need to process it fast so you can move on to suckin’ me off, not fast.”