I stared at the screen, at that room I’d added, that I could end up hanging out in with Cammy, and the other old ladies. I could manage that, couldn’t I? Hadn’t I done just that yesterday? Hadn’t I survived a night at the club, with the men in party mode?
“I… I want to try,” I whispered, biting my lip as I stared at my man, the man I wanted to fight through my fears for, because he’d given me so much. He’d helped me to find my strength, and I owed him everything I could give him in return.
“Really?” His face had lit up at my words, making him look hotter and younger all at once. He wasn’t old at all, but my words seemed to take the stress out of his face, and it helped to strengthen my resolve. I wanted to give him that every hour of every day. I wanted to be the person who made him feel young and unburdened. I wanted to be his everything.
“Really. I want us to build on what’s growing here between us, and I want us to keep making it bigger and better until…” I frowned, my words trailing off as Harley pressed his lips together, fighting a grin, “that came out way more innuendoey than I’d planned.”
“I get it, but you’re also so adorable when you blush like that. It makes me want to keep doing things to you that make you redder and redder, until you explode with pleasure, all over my face, or my cock, I’m easy. Fingers too. See?Adorable.”
I gained a little reprieve in that moment, when Harley’s phone rang, and he groaned, digging it out of his pocket.
“Fuck. It’s Micro, I’m sorry. I’ll be quick.”
“It’s fine. I’ll make tea.” It gave me a few minutes to compose myself, to force that heat from my cheeks, and the residual embarrassment, and arousal, from my mind and body. I could hear the low hum of Harley’s voice in the living room as I made the tea, and it struck me then how much I loved him being in my space. Hearing him, seeing him, just being in the same place as him. Even so, I still jumped when he suddenly appeared behind me, his arms sliding around my waist from behind.
“Sorry about that, baby, he was just prattling on about the bike show.” Bike show?
“What bike show?” Harley let me turn to face him, smiling sheepishly at me.
“Kinda forgot all about it, what with finding me the perfect lady and all that. It’s the day after tomorrow. Rocket and I are both supposed to be going, to showcase our services. You wanna come with?”
A bike show. In so many ways, it sounded like an amazing experience, but all experiences brought that one thing that always overwhelmed me. It was inevitable really.People.
“You’d be safe with us, back behind our stand. You wouldn’t have to speak to anyone if you don’t want to. Plus you couldcome on your own ride, and leave when you’re ready, even if we have to stay and finish up.”
Hadn’t I just told myself I wanted to try for him? Wanted to be there for him, and support him in what he does? I swallowed hard and nodded.
“That’s my girl, baby, so fucking brave. I promise you’ll be safe with me, always.”
I believed him, and that’s why what happened at the show was such a shock.
IN THE END, I travelled on the back of Harley’s motorcycle with him, because I loved how it felt to be wrapped around him, feeling his strong body manipulate the roads like a pro. I leaned with him, and together we ate up the distance so fast it felt like we’d barely been on the road for half an hour. It was well over an hour, in fact.
We arrived early in the morning, along with Rocket on his own motorbike, and a van driven by a prospect, which contained the samples and display pieces, and everything else the men both needed.
I helped set up, assisting both of them, and using my visual skills to make their displays look great, something that I was really proud of. I even snapped a few photos on my phone of their setups, and them manning their stations, because I realised that they needed these things on their own websites. In fact, they needed plenty of help improving those, and a stronger social media presence, and I was already planning to offer.
“Baby, it’s open to the public now, so can you come around the back here? I’ve got you a seat, snacks, drinks, and you’re under cover. I don’t want anyone touching you.”
“Even me?” Rocket joked, sobering fast at a glare from Harley.
“Especially you, fuckhead.” They weren’t wearing their cuts, but they both had a discreet logo on their display, so that other MC members would recognise them. I wasn’t sure if it was a calling sign to others, or a warning, but I dug out my kindle, and sat back to read while they did their thing. When it grew noisier, Harley had prepared for that too, digging out my headphones, so I could listen to music on my phone, and drown out the peopley craziness out there.
I knew I should be reading, but I often just watched Harley at work. He had a way with people, getting them joking and laughing pretty fast, and he and Rocket worked well together, making sure to draw each other into their interactions with prospective customers. It was beautiful, until it wasn’t.
The first sign of trouble was the large guy in leathers who stepped up in front of Rocket’s spot, and jabbed a finger at one of the carefully sprayed display pieces. I saw Rocket straighten it up, and say something I couldn’t hear, because I’d turned my music up louder. The guy looked like he yelled something at Rocket, and then he shoved the display, knocking several incredibly intricately sprayed pieces onto the grass.
Harley stepped in to back Rocket up, and the guy suddenly had a friend, also dressed in leathers, who fronted at my man. I felt my heart thudding in my chest as I slowly slid the headphones off, and took in what was happening around me, as others stopped to watch too.
“I said, back off. Don’t make a scene. There are kids here, dammit.”
The first guy rolled his eyes at Harley. “Typical fucking Phoenix pussy. You guys need to grow some balls. Kids? Who gives a fuck. They get in my way, and they’ll get a clip round the ear.”
“Wow, you’re a class act,” Rocket added, ignoring the parts on the grass, because I guess he wanted to stay standing and ready to fight.
“And you’re a pair of cunts who need your asses kicked. Showing up here like you’re worth shit. I’d say you should join a real club, but nobody’d take Phoenix pussies, right, Jab?”
The other guy laughed, reaching over to shove all the flyers off Harley’s counter.
