Caleb:A Black Widow MC Romance(35)

“What are you doing in a place like this?” I asked.



“I'm an anthropology major and I'm doing a paper on the motorcycle club.” I had no idea what anthropology was but she sounded very smart. Her eyes averted my gaze—I just needed one more look at those beautiful eyes.



I put my finger and thumb on her chin and lifted her head until her eyes met mine. I lot my breath as we stared at each other for an eternity. I wanted this woman—needed her.



“If you need help with anything, just ask me.”



“I actually need to interview a member—basic questions about the motorcycle club. Don't worry it's nothing too personal.”



“I could do that.” I sat down across from her. The tension between us was palpable.



Wyatt screamed from across the room. “Liam, get your ass over here! Time for the club vote.”



Damn!



I wanted to forget all about the MC and spend forever with this girl.



I snapped back to reality—why was I letting a woman affect me so much?





Chapter Five





Charlotte





I never told anyone my secret. Not even to my best friends. It was too embarrassing—too weird.



I have never been with a man before.



I had some boyfriends in middle school but the farthest we ever got was hand-holding. It's not like I didn't want to go further. They were all too good for me. Once I got to high school and college, I was so busy that I had no time to find a man.



This one just plopped into my lap and I had no idea what to do with him. All that studying for school wasn't going to help me in a real-life situation. Liam was different than any other guy I'd met; something about the way he held himself. He was cocky and strong—he could get anything he wanted—including me.



Wyatt screamed from across the room. “Liam, get your ass over here! Time for the club vote.”



“I'm sorry Charlotte, we'll have to put that interview on hold. Got to go vote.”



“What's a club vote?” I asked, gazing at him from behind my lashes. The alcohol was still knocking at my front door.



Liam leaned back in his seat. “The MC votes on different issues pertaining to the club. Everyone gets an equal vote and majority wins.”



It was hard to focus with all the desire pooling between my thighs. I quickly jotted down as much as I could. This stuff was actually interesting!



“Can I come in and observe?” I muttered. I didn't know if I was overstepping my bounds or not.



Liam smirked. “I wish you could, honey.”



Oh my! Honey? When did I become honey?



“Club votes are for members only. It's a very sacred tradition. Life and death happens in that room.”



I wrote down all the juicy details he was spilling. I didn't want him to stop talking.



Liam stood up. “I'll be back later and we can talk.”



No! Don't go yet!



“I hope so,” I replied.



“Don't worry, I won't leave a beautiful girl like yourself alone for too long.” He winked.



My cheeks flushed with all the red in the world. Beautiful? What was this man doing to me?





Chapter Six





Liam





John took the gavel and slammed it on the oak table. A motorcycle and skull was carved into the center of the table. “I want to bring this meeting of the Wheels of Ash into session.”



Hudson and Wyatt stopped talking so John could continue. “First order of business is our prospect, Bryce. He's been with us for over a year now and it's time we vote.”



I looked around the long table and realized how much we had lost this past year. Landon, our vice president, was killed which only left: John, Wyatt, Hudson, and me. Not much of a club anymore. Getting new recruits was easy—keeping them alive wasn't.



We went around the table and Hudson and Wyatt both said, “Aye” in unison.



I nodded to John and he smashed his gavel into the oak. “Bryce is now WOA. Get that boy in here.”



Wyatt got up and screamed outside. “Prospect! Get your ass in here!”



The young kid came bumbling in. He wasn't the strongest but he had heart. That's what really mattered in the club—laying down your life for your family.



“What can I get for you guys?” he asked, looking down at the ground.



John pointed to the seat next to me. “Sit down, Prospect.”



Bryce's eyes widened. He looked towards the door and then to the chair. His fight-or-flight instinct was kicking in. This was the first time he has been asked to sit in.



John rubbed his eyes. “Bryce, you know that older blonde you took to bed at the party last week.”



A slight smile appeared on the prospect's face. His eyes glazed over as he remembered the details of the night. He nodded to John.