I would have been happy to just ride like this for hours with Keely on the back of my bike. The open road was before us, full of possibilities, wherever we wanted to go. Just like last night, her arms were wrapped around my middle.
But after getting a taste of her, I was even more attuned to the press of her body—the swell of her breasts, the squeeze of her thighs bracketing me. And her soft hands, sneaking inside my cut, gliding over my chest.
My cock jumped at her touch—a reminder of our unfinished business after Teddy’s interruption. I reached back and smoothed my palm down the warm skin of Keely’s leg, nestling in the crook of her knee.
Her words wouldn’t stop endlessly replaying on a loop in my head.
I want forever. I want happily ever after. I want a love that lasts a lifetime.
It was like a fucking dream. As if she plucked the words out of my goddamnsoul.
I wanted that, too. I had wanted it for so long that I was beginning to think it might never be mine.
But one random visit to a diner had changed all of that in an instant.
Following Keely’s directions to her apartment complex, I finally pulled into the parking lot reluctantly. She gave me one final squeeze and climbed off the bike, removing her helmet. I looped an arm around her waist and pulled her close with one final kiss.
Keely hummed against my lips, smiling. Then she trailed a hand down my chest to my belt, dancing her fingers along my fly.
“Would you like to come in?” she offered. “We could finish what we started.”
I groaned, stroking the curve of her hip, wishing more than anything that I could say yes. As tempting as that idea was, I had to get back to the club. While I served as Prospect, I needed to make myself available as much as possible to prove that I wanted to be there more than anywhere else.
Especially now that there was a potential territorial threat, the club would be working on a way to defend themselves.
Besides, I made some vague excuse to Teddy this morning about skipping breakfast in order to get started on cleaning the clubhouse. I could tell he didn’t fully believe me, and I knew the excuse was a flimsy one anyway. So, if I didn’t have those floors scrubbed to a shiny polish by the time he showed up, he would know right away that I was lying.
“If I do that,” I said. “We would get nothing else done all day long.”
Keely’s eyes brightened. “Sounds good to me.”
Fuck, she was making it really hard to stick to my guns here and say no.
“I have to work, sweetheart,” I admitted. “Believe me, I’d blow it off if I thought I could get away with it.”
She sighed, following the lines of ink on my forearm, up the sleeve of my T-shirt and curling over my bicep.
“I guess I can’t argue with adult responsibilities,” she said, begrudgingly. Then she poked me in the chest again just like she did last night. “But you better call me this time, mister. No excuses. That tongue of yours worked its magic, so I forgive you for now. But I won’t let you string me along.”
Laughing, I caught her hand and pressed a kiss into her palm as I held her gaze.
“Iwillcall you. I swear.”
“Don’t break my heart, Tarzan,” Keely whispered, resting her forehead against mine.
I had no intention of doing that. Tightening my arm around her waist, all I wanted to do was hold her close and spend hours convincing her that she is everything I’ve been looking for in this world.
***
“You missed a spot, Prospect.”
Teddy gestured to the floor with a shit-eating grin as he entered the clubhouse. I stifled a growl and continued mopping, ignoring his jibe. After years of holding it over Teddy’s head that I was bigger and older than him, now he finally got the chance to turn the tables on me.
Even though he wasn’t an officer in the Reckless Order, he had been a member for several years by now.
Which meant that even if I earned my patch and my membership, he would have more seniority than me. And he would never miss the opportunity to rub my nose in it, the little bastard.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked. “Bossing me around?”
