Nothing will ever tear us apart again.
From the moment we touch, I can’t keep my hands off her, holding her hand because I need that contact. I have to feel her warmth and breathe in her sweet, addictive scent. I’ve gone too long without it. My thumb caresses her skin for the remainder of the graduation ceremony. Even when she tries to pull away from me, I won’t let her. Once it ends, we stand, and I release her as Cynthia congratulates her daughter.
My focus turns to the mother. Will she stay with Letty and out of trouble? Or will Mifflin pull her into his sordid affairs?
She slides her gaze across mine, meeting long enough for me to understand that she’s planning to leave. Cynthia has hidden the shit with Mifflin from her daughter for two years. She’s tried to protect Letty but has failed. My father only cares about himself. Cynthia learned that lesson far too late.
There isn’t a soul he won’t sacrifice to stay at the top. That includes his wife, sons, and stepdaughter. The club is the only thing keeping them safe. Well, the club, andme.
Letty is upset with her mother’s departure, and I don’t blame her for feeling slighted. Cynthia should remain with Letty. It’sher fucking graduation night. But it’s okay because I’m going to make this a night Letty never forgets.
After we stop inside the school and the girls pack up their caps and gowns, we walk to the parking lot.
“You’re with me,” I announce to Letty. “Come on, beautiful. I’ll follow Ava.”
I lead her toward my Harley, reaching for the helmet to place it over her head.
Her eyes widen when she realizes my intentions. “You want me to ride a motorcycle in a dress?”
“I do.”
“Andheels?” she emphasizes.
“Yeah.”
She stares, unmoving.
“Love, I know you can handle the ride.” I say it like that on purpose, flirting and hoping I can make her blush.
She arches a brow as she catches my meaning and pink blooms on her cheeks. “Ride your bike, you mean.”
“Not only my bike.” Why deny the truth?
“What if my skirt flies up and the whole city sees my panties?”
“Are you wearing any?” I need to clarify because if she’s not, I need to figure out how to keep her pretty pussy covered.
She gasps. “Gage!”
“What?”
“Of course, I’m wearing underwear!”
I chuckle at how loudly she proclaims it. “Get on the bike, beautiful.”
I watch her throw a slender leg over the seat in frustration, devouring every inch of skin she’s exposed. Once she’s settled, I use my hands to tuck in the skirt all around her, ordering her to lift her ass as I smooth the material, and I’m glad it’s longenough to stay where I place it for the duration of the ride. “What are your plans tonight?” I ask before we leave the lot.
“Parties.” She shrugs. “Probably a lot of them.”
Yeah, I figured. I did the same when I graduated, only instead of getting my dick wet, I spent the night wishing she was with me and getting drunk off my ass.
She won’t be drinking that much on my watch.
So far, the best part of the night is Letty pressing against me as we ride toward the restaurant. Her hands clutch around my stomach, and there’s a wicked part of my brain hoping she’ll dip them a little lower and find the present I’ve got waiting for her. I’ve been hard since I watched her take off her cap and gown, noting the backless dress she’s wearing.
And now, I have to share her with others.
The dinner is fucking boring. My attention keeps drifting to Letty’s toned, silky legs, and I can’t stop myself from gliding my fingertips across the exposed skin. I slide my palm over one thigh, hiding my movements underneath the tablecloth. We sat with our backs to the wall, pushed in close enough that no one would see unless they ducked under the table.
