“It’s nice to meet you, Rocky, I’m Raegan,” she stands from her seat and instead of shaking his hand she gives him a hug. It throws him off guard at first so he doesn’t respond right away, but after a few seconds he engulfs her in his arms then lays his head on her shoulder.
I think I’ve stopped breathing waiting to see how she interacts with my little brother. The moment she hugged him, I felt my heart physically skip a beat. Rocky was born with Down syndrome and has had some challenges over the years, but he’s one of us and no one looks out for him like I do. The brothers watch out for him and are great including him in our club.
“You want to drink with me?” he asks when she pulls back.
“Hey, Bub, we’re in the middle of something,” I interrupt.
“Oh, okay,” he nods his head as his cheeks blush pink.
“Maybe next time,” she offers. “I like your vest.”
His face lights up. “That’s my cut.” He pats it proudly. “I’m a member, but my mom says that I can’t drive.”
“Well, that’s okay at least you get to come hangout with these guys.”
“Yeah, okay, I’ll show you the pool and where I work when you come back.”
“I’d love that, Rocky.”
He leaves humming to himself, and I don’t think she realizes that she just made his night.
“So,” she says after blowing out a long breath like she trying to rid some bad energy from her body after the door closes. I can still see how tense her shoulders are as she walks over to the wall that houses pictures of the original founding members of the club. “How many secret handshakes did you have to learn to get into the club?”
She glimpses over her shoulder with a gleam in her eyes. Her playfulness is refreshing. I don’t think that I’ve ever met someone like her before. It’s almost hard to keep up with the way she’s able to shift gears and compartmentalize everything that’s happened tonight.
My steps eat up the distance between us standing just inches away from her tiny frame. Flipping my ballcap backwards, I lean down where my lips make contact with her earlobe. I feel her shiver and know that she’s just as affected as I am.
“I could show you, but I’d have to fuck you first,” I say and then nip the lobe with my lips.
I know I really shouldn’t be playing with fire because it could only end up burning us both, but damn, this woman is making me do things I would never have done in the past. I lean back just enough to put a few inches away from our faces so that I can see her eyes.
“Well, normally I prefer a bed, but I guess the messy desk will have to do for now.” She smirks and then closes the distance between our lips making contact.
Fireworks can’t even accurately describe the moment we connect. I move us up against the wall with a thud making the pictures rattle, and take charge of the kiss as my body aches to be inside hers. I press my body flush against her as she circles my neck with her arms. My dick is begging to be let out to play since my hands are getting all the action. Our hands are roaming over every square inch of each other bodies. I’m not sure whose groans are whose. Just as I’m about to pick her up so that she can wrap those long, toned legs around my waist like I did last time we were in this position, a knock on the door startles us and breaks our bubble. I hear a slight protest from her when I pull away and have to chuckle a little.
Reluctantly I move over to the closed door and then peer back to make sure she’s composed. Her face, neck, and chest are flushed and her lips are slightly swollen, but she looks heavenly. I swing the door halfway open so that the other person can’t enter or see my wildcat, and then I give a brisk answer.
“What!”
“Hey, Prez. We’re wondering what you want us to do with the prospects and Viper?” Dash asks and tries to peek in the room. I take a step into his space, which makes him back up. He is always horny and looking for a hole to put his dick in.
“Make them sweat a little longer. I need to take Raegan home first then we’ll deal with both.”
“Sure thing, Prez. Listen, if you need someone to take care of that mini spitfire, then I’d be more than thrilled to take her off your hands,” Dash offers wiggling his eyebrows.
The thought of someone else handling her sets me off like dynamite. I blow out a long breath to calm my nerves knowing that my brothers don’t know the storm that is brewing in me. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, I want more, and until I get my fill no one is going to be handling her.
“I’ve got this, brother,” I say with a tight smile and as calmly as possible.
He nods then heads out the door to the clubhouse with some club whore hot on his tail.
I shut the door and I turn my attention back on the beauty standing in my office.
“I should get you home.” And away from all these horny bastards.
“Sure, that’s probably for the best.”
I grab my keys from the desk and a leather jacket from the hook on the wall, and we walk out of the clubhouse and over to my bike. I swing my leg over the seat mounting the beast then hand her the leather jacket in case I have to drop my ride. At least some of that perfect flesh of hers won’t be ripped off if we have to go down. I draw her close, placing my helmet on her head making sure it’s secured before starting the engine with a roar. She inspects the best way to get on so I point to the bar on the side where the peds are and tell her to watch the pipes so her inner legs don’t catch a burn. Once she’s in place, I flip my ballcap backwards then grab her hands and pull them from my shoulders to around my abs. She scoots closer to me, and I love the feel of her on my back.
