I gripped his wrists. “Yes sir.”
He kissed me quickly, then helped me to my car and drove us both back to the club.
* * *
Jekyll picked me upand threw me over his shoulder and I couldn’t stop a guffaw of laughter. It was almost midnight, and I was tipsy, bordering on drunk, after an afternoon and evening of food, drinks, and general mayhem as we all let off steam after the funeral.
“I’m gonna be sick, honey,” I warned, and Jekyll shifted me, so he was cradling me rather than carrying me like a sack of potatoes.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, looping my arms around his neck. “Thank you.”
He grinned, kissing me as he climbed the stairs up to his room.
“Tomorrow do I get to drive your bike?”
“What the fuck?” he asked.
I chuckled. “I knew that would get your attention. I want you to teach me to ride.”
“The only thing you’ll be doin’ on my bike is ridin’ bitch, baby.”
I wrinkled my nose. “That seems rude.”
We arrived at his room, and he set me on my feet. “If you want to learn to ride, GoGo, I’ll teach you, but it won’t be on my bike.”
“Why not?” I asked as he locked us into his room.
“Because no one rides my bike but me. More than that, however, if you can’t pick it up, you can’t ride it, and my bike weighs more than I do, so that’s not an option for you.”
“I’m strong.” I held my arms up and flexed like a body builder which made him laugh.
“I don’t doubt it, baby, but let’s find you a bike that you’ll feel more comfortable on.”
“So, you’re not saying no?”
“Why would I say no?” he challenged, removing his cut, and folding it neatly over a chair.
I shrugged. “You’re all alpha, so I wasn’t sure.”
He slid his hand to my neck and tugged me forward, kissing me gently. “I’ll move heaven and earth to make you happy, baby, so if you want to ride, I’ll teach you to ride.”
My hands went to his belt, and I unbuckled it, moving my hand under the waistband of his jeans. “Right now, you’re the only thing I want to ride.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” I parroted. “So, get naked and assume the position. I’m going to taste every inch of you.”
“Oh, really?” He pulled his shirt over his head, and I grinned.
“Really.”
We didn’t go through the trouble of undressing each other, rather we stripped as fast as we could, and I pushed him onto the bed, straddling him. “You have to let me finish, capisce?”
“Depends on how long you take.”
“Ah... no.”
