I begin to shake my head; I know how precious these men can be about women being on the back their bikes. Having me on it will seem like this is something more than it actually is.
He grips my chin and slams his lips onto mine, his tongue running along the seam of my lips, begging for entry. I do my best to hold him off, but his hand wraps around the back of my neck, and he squeezes hard enough for it to sting a little,causing me to open my mouth enough to give him access, and I instinctually respond by pushing my tongue towards his.
I grip the front of his kutte pulling at it a little and he groans in response before pulling back. His eyes full of heat, he blows out a heavy breath. “Get your arse on my bike or I’ll fuck you right here and now in the car park.”
He places the helmet on my head as I swallow and then nod, letting him climb onto the bike first. I quickly follow, placing my foot on the peg before throwing my other leg over the other side. I place my hands on his shoulders, and hold myself at a safe distance behind him, not wanting to get too close. I don’t want him to think that I’m getting ideas about what this is. Nor do I want anyone to see us and question him about it. As much as I know this will never be anything other than a fuck, I’m not ready to for it to be over.
He tilts his head slightly and then growls before shaking it and yanking me closer to him and pulling my arms around his torso. I hold my hands in place, balling up my fists to stop myself from touching his stomach, but he taps at my hands.
“Fucking hold on tight, Firecracker.” I do as I’m told and uncurl my fists, placing my hands on his stomach before he starts the engine and pulls away from the car park a little faster than is legal.
Chapter
Thirty-Two
I thought I’d be able to handle having her on the back of my bike, but the minute I yanked her toward me, and her body slammed against mine. I knew it was a mistake. This chick does something to me. She makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, things I don’t want to feel.
I thought I loved Chloe, but having Marissa behind me right now makes me question everything I’ve ever felt. I can’t let her get to me. I can’t let her get under my skin. When Chloe fucked a brother from another club, I swore I’d never let another woman get close to me again. I swore I’d never be so fucking stupid. I decided the moment I caught them that I’d only treat women as warm holes to fuck and use as I saw fit. And the club girls have been just that for the last few years. They’ve been what I needed, everything I wanted. But now that I’ve been with Marissa, I no longer feel certain about the decisions I’ve made.
I can’t let my mind spiral; I can’t go on questioning things, letting her get close is not an option. I know what I need to do, tonight has to be our last time together. I ride through the streets of London, my mind racing. My dick almost bursting through my jeans as the heat from her body makes me desperate to take her.
I’d planned to take her for a little ride, but knowing the longer I drag this out the harder it will be. I quickly dip in and out of traffic taking the next right, I bomb down the road toward her flat.
I pull up right behind her car. The prospect standing beside it on the street, her bag in his hand.
“VP. You’re needed back at the clubhouse.” He gives me a pointed look and I know there’s no room for delay, I give him a nod then turn to Marissa as she unclips her helmet and hands me it. She gives me a smile. “I get it. Thanks for the ride back.” She takes a step away from me and it pisses me off. I swing my leg over my bike and take one step and bump my chest into hers. My hands reach up and grab either side of her face, pulling her toward me as I slam my lips onto hers. The kiss is heated, frenzied. Our teeth clash as I roll my tongue around her mouth. I kiss her like I’m never going to see her again.
She pulls out of the kiss, as she tries to catch her breath and I place a small kiss on the tip of her nose before giving her a long look. She takes a deep breath and steps out of my hold. I see the look of acknowledgement in her eyes, it’s mixed with something else, sadness, or disappointment maybe, I’m not entirely sure. I want to say something to her, but what can I say? This can’t be anything more than what it is.
She dips her head a little before giving it a shake and turning away, she reaches for her things, taking them from the prospect before walking away. She stops at the entrance of the flat her, tilting her head just enough to yell over her shoulder, “It was nice while it lasted.” She doesn’t say anything else and I’m floored by the ache that ripples through me at the cold tone in her voice.
I know I need to end this, but if she thinks she can talk to me like that and fucking walk away, she has another thing coming. I’ll make her pay for the attitude before I end this.
I walk back over to my bike and throw my leg over it, slamming my helmet onto my head as I eye the prospect.
“Stay on her, where she goes, you go. And I want updates.” He doesn’t say anything, just gives me a nod and crosses to the other side of the street, taking a position against the wall giving him a clear view of her flat and the front door to her building.
I don’t let him see me smile as I start my engine. He’ll make a fucking damn good brother in nine months when he’s served his time.
Less than ten minutes later I stroll through the clubhouse doors, the atmosphere is buzzing, my eyes scan the room looking for Nitro, but I don’t see him, so I make my way over to the bar where Doc is having a drink with Gears, Data and Tank. As I step up to the bar, Georgia-Rae, Ice’s baby sister smiles and slides a bottle of beer across the top for me. I give her a nod grabbing the bottle and taking the empty seat next to Doc.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
Doc grabs his ol’ lady Maria and pulls her into his lap, kissing her like we’re not all standing around watching. The brothers wolf whistle, but it doesn’t deter them, I chuckle before taking a large sip from my bottle.
I turn to Tank giving him a questioning look, everyone seems a little lighter than they have been, and I want to know why?
He smirks leaning forward. “We have one of the Poisoned Devils in the basement.” My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, I wasn’t expecting that. Before I have a chance to responds the door to Church swings open and slams against the wall, all eyes turn to the room as Snake, one of the quieter brothers gives me a death stare as he storms out of Church and out the front door. I grab my beer and head into Church to find Nitro.
Nitro eyes my beer bottle then shakes his head when he realises that I didn’t bring him one, I roll my eyes and turn to yell through to a prospect, but I see Georgia-Rae heading toward mewith two fresh bottles in her hand. I step aside to let her through, but she just smiles at me and then hands me the bottles before walking back over to the bar.
I close the door and take a seat, placing the two bottles on the table and sliding one closer to the Prez. I let him take a long drink before speaking.
“What was up with Snake?” I ask.
He takes another drink and then shakes his head. “Fucker is pissed that we promoted Ice over him. He thinks because he has a few more years in the club that he deserves that slot.”
I lean back in my chair, my eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve barely even noticed Snake since I’ve been here, he doesn’t seem to integrate himself with many people, and the times I have been near him, I’ve not gotten a good vibe. But do you think we chose wrong?”
