Taking her by the hand back into my bedroom, I toss her a T-shirt. “You bring some jeans?”
“Yeah.”
“Get dressed, I’m gonna take you out.”
She pulls another sexy fucking pair of tiny panties out of her backpack and I have to turn around or she’s gonna pass out from starvation when I fuck her again.
Knowing how cool the mountain air will be on my bike, I toss her a sweatshirt before we head downstairs.
Riding always clears my fucked up head. It gives me clarity and peace of mind that nothing else can. Not weed, booze, or pussy.
Right now, the thing I’m fucked up about has her arms wrapped tightly around my middle. Her small hands resting right above my dick. Tight little body pressed up against me. Juicy thighs hugging my hips.
I’m aware of every move she makes. When her arms tighten around me and I sense she’s scared, I slow the bike down. Never worried about shit like that before.
We ride for a while. I don’t want to end up someplace we’ll run into any of my brothers. I don’t leave our territory either. It’s just better that way. I’m wearin’ my cut and she’s wearing my sweatshirt with my club’s logo.
I like the way she looks in my clothes.
The pizza place I pull up to is a family-type joint,complete with red and white plastic tablecloths. I lead her by the hand to a table in the back and seat her with her back to the rest of the room. I put my back to the wall so I can see any potential threat and take care of it before my girl gets hurt.
That’s just how my mind works.
The menu is one page. But Karina studies it for a while before glancing up.
“What do you want on your pizza?”
“The garden one sounds really good.”
Awful thing to do to pizza, but I nod. When the waitress comes, I do the ordering.
“One of those antipasto salads to split. Large pizza, half carnivore, half garden.” The waitress quirks her mouth at me.
“Drinks?”
I glance at Karina and she addresses the waitress. “Root beer, please.”
“Just bring us a pitcher, thanks.” I hand her the menus and she leaves.
I’m fascinated by the woman across from me. Back at my cabin, she’s all needy little girl. Doin’ what I ask, looking to me for instruction. Out here, she’s fully in charge of herself.
It’s a huge fuckin’ turn-on.
That’s why I needed to get us out of the house. In public. A place where I can’t just stick my dick in her every second.
Taking one of her small hands in mine, I trace my finger over the fine blue veins visible through her pale skin. “So, Hemi said you want to be a doctor?”
She tries to jerk her hand out of my grasp. “He told you that?”
“Yeah. Says you’re real smart.”
Her face screws up with confusion. “Really?”
I’m uncomfortable with where this is going. She seems a littletooexcited hearing what Hemi thinks of her.
The waitress drops off our salad, soda, and two plates.
Karina seems fascinated by the pinwheels of meat and cheese on top of the salad. She plucks one off the top with her fingers and nibbles on it before heaping forkfuls of salad onto her plate.
