“That’s because I have watched you and loved you before you even noticed a biker like me, babe.”
Turning the shower on I look at myself in the mirror. How did I ever get so fucking lucky to get a women like Saylor Austin.
“I have loved you since I first knew what love was and how suffocating it could be to not hold it,” She says slightly pained.
“Love you, biker princess,” I say into the phone
“Love you, biker.”
With that I hang up, step into the shower and let the water wash away the tense muscle from hours of riding and years of wanting a women I couldn’t touch. Now I have her, I vow to treat her better than my Harley.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Capone
Walking from my room, the sun is just rising over the hills. The air is still chilled with the last of the nights dew. A hot cup of coffee in one hand, a smoke in the other, I scan the area for anything or anyone that is out of place, that doesn’t fit in with us bikers. We rented out the whole complex as it’s safer that way. Nothing that shouldn’t be in place other than the doc slipping from Flame’s room with a sheet wrapped around her body, clothing and shoes in one hand. Lucky fucking bastard got his cock wet on a run with a doc of all the humans he could fuck. A smile the size of Texas graces the dick bags lips, hers matching his watching as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth stifling a giggle so cute that it’s sickening.
Wolf whistling out to him her head snaps across to meet my gaze. “Morning, Doc.” Tipping my cup of coffee in her direction.
“You look as ravishing as you did last night.” Winking at her as her cheeks flamed crimson red, Flame shoots me daggers. “Fuck off, dick bag.” He spits as doc scurries off to her room, slipping inside. Flame slams his door and all I can do is laugh.
Hawk slips from his room topless, his jeans undone scratching his face. “Morning, brother.” Rising my cup to him. “If you can say that. Fuck them beds are on the shit side.” Leaning back stretching his back.
“Check on Viper this morning?” He asks me pulling up a seat and lighting a smoke from my pack.
Raising my eyebrow at him, “Fuck, brother, want my coffee too?” Questioning him his eyes meet mine.
“Well seeing as you are offering,” reaching out he takes my cup, leans back, closes his eyes and takes a gulp from my cup. Shaking my head, I flick my smoke from my fingertips. Twisting, I head in to make another cup. Walking out, Viper limps from his room and I eye him shaking my head.
“Don’t even fucking say it,” His eyes burn with a look of push me, I dare you.
“Wasn’t going to, Brother.”
Lifting my cup up. “Thanks, could do with a cup.” Passing it to him as he sits down, Hawk laughs.
“What’s so funny?” Viper asks, sipping on my second cup of coffee. “Oh, nothing much. Just you dick bags taking my fucking coffee each time I make one.” Turning to head back in Vipers words stop me.
“New ink, Cap” he gestures to the ink on my ribcage. Looking down I run my fingers over the raised ink, which is still red, still sore and a little raw.
“Yeah Hawks VP did it last night while we were up drinking and talking shit.” Viper motions for me to step closer as Hawk moves to get a look.
“He’s good, that VP of mine. Great with both types of guns, mint on a bike and can fuck like a demon on crack,” He laughs out, flicking my ink a sting radiates through me. My fists clench as he falls back laughing.
“You’re a cock,” I bite out.
“Got a big one too and I know how to use it. Wanna see?” Wiggling his eyebrows at me.
“You sick prick.” I say, looking at him as he holds his hands up.
“It’s too early for that shit you two,” Viper says as I turn my eyes to him.
“The Queen is the most powerful because her presence is fatal to the King,” Viper reads out my new ink lacing the taunt flesh with a small crown as a full stop. “Wow.” Hawk pushes out whistling, “That’s a bit deep for a club whore, so who you fucken?” He says after I’m shooting him daggers stepping forward about to rip his head off.
“Bro, whoa. Calm the fuck down will ya?” he says eyes narrowing on me.
“Sorry, Brother. Just Saylor ain’t no whore, nor is she a club slut.” My voice flattens as his eyes widen with shock.
“What the actual fuck? Saylor, as in Saylor Austin? Ace your President’s daughter?” he questions, his eyes searching mine and shooting to Viper, who nods and rubs his jaw.
