Beautiful Outlaw(49)
His lips quirk up on one side. “You were gonna stay with me at the clubhouse?”
For some reason his smile makes me angry. I jump from the bed and spot my clothes on the floor. I reach down and grab them then start pulling on my jeans, not worrying about my panties. “I don’t want to be here, so you can just take me home.”
A second later, he’s behind me. His arms circle my waist and he lowers his chin to the top of my head. “I’m not keeping you here, baby, but I’m not taking you back to Nina’s. I’m taking you home, to my place.”
“Your house?” I don’t know why, but I assumed he lived here.
“Yeah, it’s right down the road,” He explains as his arms loosen to place his hands on my hips. He twists me around, so he can look into my eyes. “I would never make you live here. I wouldn’t have even brought you here today, but I had to grab something from my room. My plan was to get in and out, but after Cash’s shit outside I knew I had to make a statement. Then, you were so damn hot when you got pissed, I had to fuck you.”
Relief runs through me as I lean into him. “So, I don’t have to come back here anymore?”
“Not a lot. Usually, you’ll only come here when we’re on lockdown or having a family party. Luckily, neither happens very often.”
“Lockdown?” I ask, wondering what he is talking about.
He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walks backwards until his legs hit the bed. He sits down and spreads his thighs, pulling me between them. “Your brother was right. You don’t know shit about my lifestyle.”
I don’t say anything, because I can’t deny his words. I don’t know anything, not really. I know that he is the kind of man who will fondle me in front of his friends and come home with knife wounds, neither are things that make me feel comfortable.
“I should let you go, should let you find a good man.”
His words cause my skin to prickle. Before I can ask him what he means, he starts to talk again. “But, I’m not a good man and I’m not letting you go any fuckin’ where.”
He stares at me, as if he is searching my face for an answer but I don’t know what the question is, so I just go with my gut. “I don’t want you to let me go.”
His hands tighten on my legs, pulling me even closer to him. “Lockdown happens when there’s a threat against the club. We bring everyone inside the compound to keep them safe.”
Just the thought has me wanting to run. Instead, I ask another question. “Even, Nina?”
“Yep, and Priss too. Nina fuckin’ hates it, but she comes. Luckily, it has only happened twice since I patched in, so I haven’t had to listen to her bitch too much.”
Twice, that’s not so bad. “Okay.”
“All you got to say is okay?” He asks with a smile.
I nod, willing to do about anything to stay in his arms. “Yeah, just okay.”
He moves his hands up to cradle my face. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”
Before I have a chance to respond, he grabs a hold of the back of my head and pulls me forward. I tilt my head up to look at him. There’s a look on his face that I can’t quite name. He slowly leans down to meet my lips with his, and brushes a kiss across them. His lips do not leave mine as he starts a gentle assault on my senses. This kiss is unlike any other he’s given me before, it’s tender and slow, but no less consuming.
He gently caresses my lips, taking his time. When he finally licks across my bottom lip, I’m left breathless with desire. His tongue glides into my mouth and slides across my own. My arms wrap around the back of his neck, holding him to me. He releases the back of my head and both his strong arms encircle my body, while his sinful mouth claims me as his own. Much too soon he pulls away, his eyes meet mine and I can see the burning need within them that I’m sure matches my own.
“Come on, baby. Let’s go home, so I can take you in our bed.”
Making Plans
Bowie
After cutting off my bike, I pat Shay’s leg. “Jump off, baby.”
She does as I say, without even wobbling. I look to her feet and up to her face, taking in her beautiful body on the way. “See you got your biker legs.”
“Yeah, it’s not so bad. The first time I rode with you my legs felt like jelly for hours,” She replies with a smile, before taking a step back.
I slide from my bike and throw my arm over her shoulders. Turning to the house, I notice my old Chevy sitting in the back. I point it out to Shay and say, “Tomorrow, we’re gonna work on driving. When you get the hang of it, I’ll get you something better to drive.”