Again, his words shock me. Do men really talk to women like this? “That’s not gonna happen.”
He crushes his lips to mine, stealing my breath then pulls away leaving me panting. “Sure it will.”
Not giving me a chance to argue, his hand on my lower back again, he starts a fast pace towards the bike. “We have to hurry up; I wanna be there by midnight, and I still have to stop by the clubhouse to get my shit.”
I nod, willing to go along with anything to get to see my mom. “Okay.”
“Tin-Man’s coming with us.” He says as he climbs on his bike. “You got a problem with that?”
The thought of his brother brings a smile to my face, even though inside I feel nothing but sadness. “I like Tin-Man.”
My statement is simple, but something about it causes a flash of possessiveness in Bowie’s eyes. He leans forward, crossing his arms over the handlebars. “My brother is off limits. Fuck that, everyone is off limits to you. Do you understand?”
His words come out in a deceptively soft voice; the threat in his tone isn’t lost on me though. A part of me wants to tell him to kiss my ass, let him know I will no longer be controlled, but a bigger part of me knows that this man is the only reason I’m getting to see my mom before she is gone.
I swallow back the anger I feel and nod. “Whatever you say.”
Without waiting for him to assist me, I climb behind him on the bike and settle myself into place. He looks over his shoulder, his eyes taking in my face. He slowly shakes his head from side to side and mutters, “Nothing but fuckin’ trouble.”
A second later, the engine starts and its welcoming rumble hits my ears. The powerful vibrations send tingles throughout my body, while we back out of the driveway. As soon as the tires hit the blacktop, I feel the freedom that only comes from being on the back of Bowie’s bike. I finally let out a breath, releasing my stress into the wind. Then, I lean my head against his shoulders and enjoy the ride.
Not a Club Whore
Bowie
All eyes are on us before the door to the clubhouse slams shut. The tension is thick in the air as everyone scents the fresh meat at my side. I squeeze Shay’s hand and pull her closer to my body. “Stay by my side.”
She looks up and nods. I can tell she’s nervous, and I wish I could tell her there was no reason to be, but that would be a lie. She’s fresh blood, new pussy as far as my brothers are concerned. Until I claim her, she’s fair game. At Nina’s, she was safe. The boys knew she was under my protection, but bringing her here makes it a whole new ballgame.
I look around the room, until my eyes finally seek out Tin-Man and Rollo. Giving her a light pull, I lead her to them. I take my place at the table, between them, and pull Shay into my lap. Her body is ridged at first, so I place my lips against her neck. “It’ll be fine, baby.”
After a second or two, her body relaxes into mine. Then, she snuggles in closely and wraps her arm around my side. I can tell she’s nervous, and it makes me happy as hell that she’s allowing me to protect her. I place another kiss on her neck, rewarding her for her trust, before lifting my eyes to Tin. “Brother.”
“What’s up?” He asks, just as he lights up a cigarette.
Rollo lets out a laugh. “Judging by the hot piece on his lap, I could probably tell you what’s up.”
I cut my eyes to him. “Don’t.”
He throws his hands up in the air and laughs even harder. “I was just fuckin’ with you, man.”
“Not about her,” I say, rubbing my thumb along her ribs. “She’s not a club whore.”
Rollo looks at Shay then back to me. “I can tell that.”
Tin butts in, getting us back on topic. “What’s going on?”
“I need you to take a ride with me.” I answer, giving him no further information. I’ll tell him more later. For now, I don’t want to talk about this shit in a clubhouse full of our father’s lackeys.
“If the riding has anything to do with woman sitting in your lap, I’m in.” He shoots Shay a wink then looks back to me. “Especially, if she’s the one doing the riding.”
I look down at Shay, trying to judge her reaction. She’s smiling, fuckin’ smiling. “The only riding she’ll be doing is on my bike.”
He ignores me and looks right at her. “Come on, Shay. You know you want me to take you for a ride.”
She shakes her head, but never loses her smile. “Nope, Bowie already told me to stay away from you. You’ll have to wait ‘til he’s not around and ask me again.”
My arms tighten around her, letting her know I don’t like the game she’s playing. Then, I realize that it’s the first time I have seen her smile since she heard about her mom. A real fuckin’ smile and I love it. Just like me, my woman lets her worries go as soon as she gets on the back of a bike.