He grabs his chest like he’s in pain. “Don’t sound too enthusiastic. You’re breaking my big biker heart,” he teases.
I’ve come to learn it’s just him. Everything is highly amusing, and he’s got no filter. He says it in a way that’s not sleazy, but everything’s a joke to him. He’s cheeky and quick-witted.
I playfully elbow him. “I’ll hang out with you... but I’m not having sex with you,” I say with my chin high in the air as I smother a smile.
“You’re missing out,” he quips. “I’ll fucking ruin you for every other man.”
My body heats and my cheeks burn. I rub my forehead. I need to snap out of it. I like the attention, but what sane, straight woman wouldn’t like the attention of a sexy, fun biker with a killer smile?
“Where do you live?” I ask.
“At the clubhouse with the rest of my War Brothers MC brothers.”
“Do you guys have parties there?” I ask, since everyone keeps talking about them.
His smile kicks up. “Yeah, we do.”
I wonder what his friends are like. If they are anything like him, I think I’ll like them too. “Will I get to meet your friends?”
He stops walking, so I pause. He’s giving me a strange look. “Let me get this straight. You want to meet my friends... the bikers?”
I’m curious, but also a little scared. “I’m interested in learning more about you.” He seems close to his friends.
He laughs and pulls me in tighter. “You’re always surprising me.”
That goes both ways. I remember all of them riding down the street, dressed up in black and leather, on their motorcycles. I frown. “What are they like? Will they hurt me?”
“What? Hell no. We don’t hurt women.”
“Do you all have orgies? I know you do illegal stuff, but how illegal? Do you kill people?” The word vomit is unstoppable.
He laughs. “Some people have sex with more than one person at once.”
So that’s a yes.
“And no, we just don’t go around killing people.” He didn’t say he hadn’t, though. “I can’t tell you about what we do. It’s club business. Being in our motorcycle club means we don’t answer to anybody but ourselves when it comes to our brothers and our club.”
“I’ve never experienced having friends who are like family. It must feel great to belong somewhere.”
He picks me up, wraps my legs around his hips, and puts his hands on my ass. I squeal, then laugh in surprise.
“I think you’re belonging somewhere right about now.” His voice is raspy and seductive, but his eyes remain playful.
Stupidity and lust drive my arms around his neck, my hands snaking to the back of his head, into his hair, while I lean in and touch my lips to his. It starts off slow, but in true Axle fashion, it takes no time to become heated. My skin burns as our tongues duel and the passion intensifies. He squeezes my ass. I softly tug his hair, enticing a groan from his lips.
A phone rings faintly in the background, making him pause. “Fuck,” he mumbles. He gently places me on my feet and brings his phone to his ear.
“Yeah,” he answers. “Now?” He growls. “Fine. I’m on my way.” He peers back at me. “Sorry, babe. I’ve got church.”
I can’t help but laugh. “You go to church? Really?”
“Not that type of church. It’s where we hold club meetings.”
My shoulders drop. Our date has been cut short. “Oh, okay.”
He cups my jaw and searches my eyes. “Are you sure you want to meet my friends?”
Axle isn’t as bad as people say. I’m sure his friends are the same, but I’d be silly not to feel some apprehension. I mutter, “Sure,” trying to mask my uncertainty.
