"Greedy cunt," he muttered and his thumb hit me right where I needed it, my body jolted and my neck arched. "My girl's got a greedy cunt."

I didn't respond. His thumb was moving. It felt good, unbelievably good, fantastic. So good, I was close to climax.

"Look at me, Red."

I dipped my chin, tried to focus on him as his thumb went away but the tip of his cock slid inside.

"Yes," I breathed, grinding down and taking him inside.

The minute I did, his body covered mine and he started moving, fast, hard, rough and deep.

"Yes, baby," I breathed in his ear, "fuck me."

My hips moved with his thrusts, my knees lifting, thighs tucking tight to his sides, my hands slid down his back so my fingers could dig into his hard ass.

God, he felt good. So good. And he was good at it. Great. Unbelievable. No one better. No one.

I felt his teeth nip the skin of my neck and it arched as that and his driving cock took me, already primed, crashing over the edge.

One of my hands released his ass and lifted, grasping his hair as I cried out. I lifted my hips, wrapping my legs around his back. I held on as he rode me through my orgasm, harder, harder, my body jolting, my limbs tightening, the beautiful pressure released only to build again instantly.

"You're done and your pussy wants more," he growled in my ear, his hands spanning my hips, yanking me up to meet his deepening thrusts.

"Yes...," I gasped through his grunts as I started coming again, the beauty of it rolling over me, "Yes."

My neck arched and my heels dug in his back as I lifted my hips further and he drove harder.

I was coming down, holding him tight, Tack thrusting deep, grunting with the effort, my tongue at the skin of his neck when his rhythm changed, slowed, but all the power of him shifted to his hips as he pounded hard and his grunts turned to groans.

Then he stopped, buried deep inside me, and gave me his weight. I liked his weight, his warmth, his smell, his body connected to mine and I held on tighter.

In my life, I'd had five lovers and I had chosen them all carefully. I thought all were close enough to perfect before I took them to my bed. And none of them gave me what Tack gave me. Not even close.

He shifted some of his weight to a forearm in the bed as his other hand drifted up the skin of my side and with his lips at my ear he whispered, "Three hours."

My limbs convulsed and I whispered back, "Why do you keep saying that?"

He lifted his head and I felt his eyes on my face through the darkness. "That's how long they had you."

I forgot how to breathe.

Tack did not. He spoke.

"They're gonna bleed."

It was a vow.

My body went as still as my lungs.

He went on. "Rivers of blood."

That was a vow too.

Oh. My. God.

"Tack a" I forced out.

His body shifted slightly to the side and his hand curled around my throat like it did outside Hawk's SUV. His fingers flexed in but the touch was light.

His tone was not.

"They took you," he stated.

"Yes, but a"

He interrupted me. "They hooded you."

"I know, but listen a"

"They touched you."

"Well, only to a"

"They bound you."

"Uh ..."

"They scared you."

"This is true, but a"

"No," he ground out, his fingers flexing deeper into my throat, no pressure, no pain, his word final, his touch communicating the same a no response necessary.

My hand went to his cheek and I whispered, "Handsome."

It was like I didn't even talk. Tack stayed on target. "Had Roscoe on you. They clocked him with the butt of a gun. Six stitches. Shoulda put Hopper on you. Brick. No one would get the jump on Hop or Brick."

"Roscoe?"

"Recruit. Not fresh, he's been around a while. Smart kid. Seen some action. Done his part. Thought he'd do good. Fucked up."

Oh boy, I was worried about the unknown Roscoe and his six stitches but I was worried more about Tack and his fury.

"Tack, you need to let me a"

"No," he cut me off yet again. "I'll explain, Red, you belong to Chaos. No one touches what belongs to Chaos. No one. They don't touch it. They don't hood it. They don't bind it. They don't even breathe in its space unless they have Chaos permission."

Um. I had to admit, I liked that he was protective. I even liked that he was overprotective.

But it must be said I wasn't feeling the love for being referred to as an "it".

I thought it wasn't the brightest move to inform him of that fact in his current mood so I kept on my current target in hopes of getting through. "Please let me a"

"You gotta get that, Red. And I swear to fuckin' Christ, they're gonna get it."

I stared into his shadowy face and whispered, "You're scaring me again, Tack."

His fingers flexed into my throat again before his hand slid up, palm cupping my jaw, fingers wrapped around my neck and ear and his face came closer, his lips touching mine before he moved back.

"You shouldn't be scared. The point I'm makin' is that you should never be scared. But I promise, 'cause of this shit, someone's gonna feel fear. It just ain't gonna be you. Not again. Not ever again. Not for three hours, Tyra, not for three fuckin' minutes."

"Tack a"

"I'm not inviting discussion, babe, I'm sayin' it like it is."

"Tack!" I snapped, coming to my end. I slapped his arm to get his attention and demanded, "Listen to me!"

"What?"

He waited and I didn't know what to say.

Then I enquired, "If I ask nice, can I talk you out of rivers of blood?"

"Fuck no."

Firm. Resolute.

Damn.

"Okay then, if I ask nice, will you explain the concept of 'rivers of blood' so perhaps I can plan how long I'll need to visit you in the penitentiary?"

This was met with silence. Then Tack buried his face in my neck and burst into laughter. He slid out of me, his arms wrapped around me and he rolled to his back so I was on top and I felt him buck his hips as he jerked up his jeans.

I didn't find anything funny.

And I decided to inform him of this fact by lifting my head to stare down at him and explaining, "See, I figure you're commencing Operation Rivers of Blood because I was scared but mostly you're commencing Operation Rivers of Blood because you're a badass, scary biker dude who feels the need to piss around his property. Therefore, when you're sent down for twenty-five to life, I feel I should probably express my appreciation by visiting you for a year, maybe two, before I find myself an accountant who only utters the words 'rivers of blood' while referring to, say, a movie or book of that title."

Without buttoning his fly, his arms came back around me and gave me a squeeze, his head lifted, his mouth touched my neck to give me a light kiss and then he dropped his head back on another arm squeeze and muttered an amused, "Babe."

I was still not amused. "It's likely said movie or book title will be the true life story of Chaos MC and its President wreaking vengeance on the Russian mob in Denver." I paused then finished, "Sorry to say, it doesn't have a happy ending."

He chuckled.

I glared.

Then I asked, "Is Lanie okay?"

"Shaken up and rethinking her vow never to get back together with Belova again because the shit they told her they were gonna do to him shook her up more than you all gettin' kidnapped did. So now she says she wants to move with him to Sri Lanka or wherever the fuck. But other than that, they didn't have time to do more before Hawk ended their party."

Well, that was a relief.

"And Aunt Bette?"

"Hawk took her to your uncle. Reported in and apparently your aunt's made of steel. Even fuckin' Hawk Delgado was all about respect when he talked about her."

Definitely Aunt Bette had secret ways.

I kept up my interrogation. "And why am I here?"

"Because you're Chaos. They ain't Chaos, darlin'."

"Let's explore that," I suggested. "I'm Chaos?"

"Was my dick just in you?"

I fought an annoyed growl and said, "Uh... yeah."

"Then you're Chaos."

"Is that all it takes?"

"That and pizza and puttin' up with your attitude and watchin' movies with you that make you cry, yeah, that's all it takes."

That was certainly interesting but I had other things I needed to explore.

Therefore, I moved on.

"What was that with Lanie?" I asked.

"What was what with Lanie?" was his uninformative response.

"Well, I'm naked in bed with you, who's mostly naked. I work for you. I fight with you. I watched a movie with you, actually two, almost three. You brought me pizza a"

He cut in to demand, "Get to the point, darlin'."

"You made her pancakes," I stated on what sounded like an accusation because, well, it kind of was.

"So?"

"That's it."

"And?"

"Well, I think, should you happen upon our rescue vehicle after we've been kidnapped, considering all that, it should get to be me who rides away on the back of your bike with you, not Lanie."

I saw the white flash of teeth surrounded by his dark goatee indicating he was smiling and got another squeeze before he whispered, "Jealous?"

Um... hell no.