Sleepless Nights(12)
Damien shrugs and stands up straight. “Victor isn’t here now is he? You ain’t got to tell him. No one from that fancy school you went to is here. Who the hell would tell him?”
“Why do you want me to ride with you so bad?” After today, I could seriously see him pushing me off while driving down the road.
He sighs and comes towards me. He stops inches from my body and I suddenly feel electrified. His eyes pierce me with their intensity and then he lays it on me. “I want to kiss you, I want to fuck you, and I want you to touch me so bad I physically ache. I’m not goin’ to get the first two, so just get on the back of my bike. Wrap those arms around me and go for a ride. It’s all you can give me, so give it to me.”
I think I might faint with every word that comes out of his mouth. “Okay,” I finally whisper.
Then he’s grabbing my hand and dragging me along to his bike, which is parked near the back of the lot. It’s a huge beast with black paint and red skulls airbrushed in several places. He gracefully throws a leg over it after letting go of my hand. I swing my leg over the back, not as gracefully as him. I have to scoot my ass all the way forward, until my girly parts are snug against his ass. I slowly put my arms around his waist and feel the perfection of his abs through his thin black t-shirt. I feel those same muscles tense up at my touch.
And the weirdest thing happens. I feel at home, like I was meant to be on the back of his bike.
The thought freaks me out so much, I’m about to get off, when he starts the bike up and shoots out of the parking lot. Then nothing matters because my hair is flying in the wind and I feel free.
I don’t feel the need to be the perfect girl my family wants me to be. I don’t feel like Victor’s needy girlfriend. I feel like me and I’m a fucking bird high in the sky, far above anything and everyone.
The wind in my face becomes too much so I just close my eyes and lay my head against Damien’s back. With the gentle vibrations under my ass and the breeze keeping me cool, I could fall asleep like this. It doesn’t help that Damien smells incredible, like leather, soap and woodsy cologne.
We fly through the streets of Dallas and I feel like we are the only two people in the world. I’m also confused by what I feel. I thought I would only ever want to be with Victor. But I can’t pretend that Damien’s words didn’t affect me. They tore open something inside of me, opened a place that Victor never touched.
I think…I think it’s a place only Damien can touch. Which is scarier than free falling off the Empire State Building.
When we arrive at the clubhouse, the line is already getting long. The doors open for food in about twenty minutes. I see old and young faces. Women and men. Teenagers and children. And these people are the reason I’ve never reacted to the club like other people. Yeah they do bad things, but they also do really good things. You can’t fault anyone in life for just trying to make it. Not everyone was born with the kind of money I was. I could honestly live the rest of my life on my trust fund, never working a day in my life.
Damien and I don’t meet eyes as we head inside. I think he realized, just like I did, we had a moment. A moment we shouldn’t have had.
Blade stands in the middle of the open room. There is a bar off on the far right wall but it’s closed up until the people leave. There are fifty tables, round and with five chairs sitting around each. A buffet sits along the left side with open windows over it, looking into the kitchen. People are in there cooking and getting dishes ready.
“There’s my two fist fighters!” Blade yells across the room once he spots Damien and I. “Y’all head to the back, you’re goin’ to be servin’ since it’s too late for makin’ you cook. After everyone has eaten, you two are on dish duty!”
I hear Damien groan as I follow him into the kitchen area. Men and women both look up at our entrance and smirk. A younger girl with long blonde hair and dark blue eyes runs over and throws herself at Damien. “Daddy put you on dish duty with that girl,” she says with a huge smile. “You think she’ll punch you again? I want to watch!”
Damien chuckles and moves the girl slightly away from him. “I hope not Princess. She has a mean right hook. Why don’t you serve between us? Protect me from the crazy woman?”
“Like you need anyone to protect you. You totally could have stopped me from punching you,” I scoff, walking around the pair to where aprons are hanging on hooks. I put on a black one. I’m about to tug my hair out of the way when warm hands do it for me. The hands caress my neck gently along the way and I break out into shivers. “You got to touch me, now I get to touch you,” Damien whispers, leaning his mouth against my ear.