Axle is the one who organizes the parties... That doesn’t sit well with me.
“Last night was all Viper, not me,” Axle tells Reaper.
“I’ll be sure to tell him that too, then.”
“I’m going to go home,” I say to Axle. I need some downtime. It’s been chaotic.
Disappointment flashes in his eyes before he offers me a small smile. “Sure.”
As we walk through the clubhouse, I bow my head. People are probably staring at me after what had happened earlier. When we get to Axle’s bedroom, he leans against the doorway as I put my tablets away and hook my bag over my shoulder.
“You’re not scared of me, are you?”
I pause, my eyes scanning his face. “I’m not scared ofyou. Just how you reacted.”
He folds his arms across his chest. “He put his hands on you!” he says defensively. “I’m not one of theboysyou would have hung around. I’m a man... a biker. I handle business, and I’m not letting a piece of shit hang-around make you feel unsafe in my own home.”
I sigh. I was relieved he was there to protect me. He’s right—he’s not like anyone else I’ve met, and I should take that into account and accept that he won’t react the same way either. Not that it makes what he did okay.
“Can I come back to your house with you?” he asks.
I smile at the knowledge that he still wants to spend time with me. “Yes, okay.”
Once we reach the shed, I frown when I see my car’s tight fit. “Can you reverse my car for me?”
“Pass me the keys,” he says with a grin. “I’ll move your car and ride behind you on my bike.”
I move off to the side as he reverses my beat-up car. I still find his capability sexy. My car stands out among the lines of shiny motorcycles. The van is the only other thing that looks as crappy as my car.
I walk over to the driver’s side as he’s getting out. He stifles a laugh.
“What?”
“A good Christian girl like you listening to a woman rapping about pussy.”
I cringe at the word, then glance at my car. “It doesn’t sound as bad when she’s rapping.”
He steps aside, lets me get in, and then closes the door. “I’ll see you at yours.”
“Ride safely,” I’m quick to reply. The motorcycle might be fun, but it’s still dangerous.
He pauses and gives me a strange look and then a slight nod.
As I’m easing away, I hear the rumble of his bike. It isn’t long until I pull up outside my house and he’s parked behind me.
When I step out of the car, I notice that the driveway is full of cars. Everyone’s home. I patiently wait for Axle to get off his bike before I say, “We can go somewhere else.”
With a slight head shake, he asks, “I thought you wanted to come back to your house?” He looks confused.
I peer back at the driveway. “I think everyone’s home, though.”
He shrugs. “So?”
“I’m not sure how they are going to react, and if the guys are here, I don’t want them annoying you.”
His head inches back as his eyes grow cold. “You live with guys?”
I cringe. “Not technically.”
