Never do I allow another person on the back of my bike. She’s the first one I’ve had on with me in over ten years. A lot of men like having a back warmer on their bike with them but I don’t. It gives women an idea that they’re closer to my patch, and that is definitely not something that’ll happen.
Raegan nuzzles her chin on my shoulder as I rev up the engine making a thundering noise in the parking lot then gun it out of there. I noticed right before we left, Riot and Havoc off to the side of the garage in a deep discussion. I’m sure we’ll be having one real soon too.
We drive towards town where Raegan tells me her car is. It’s sitting at the local park, so I navigate down towards Newman Park, one of the few parks Sweetwater has to offer. I’d have preferred to take her home to make sure she makes it there safely, but beggars can’t be choosers.
With it being dark already her car is the only one in the lot. I pull up to a new light gray Lexus RC F. I’m pretty sure it’s every racer’s wet dream.
“That’s your ride?” I mention, wondering how a petite woman like her can handle such a beast of a sports car.
“It was a graduation present from my mom and stepdad. They couldn’t make it to see me walk the stage so I think it’s more of a guilt present.” She sounds so disappointed when she answers. “Anyway, thanks for the ride, Stud.”
She pats my shoulders with her dainty palms then swings her leg off dismounting while working the strap to my helmet. The silence between us is now deafening and neither of us know what to say. I know that with her having a history with Havoc that there’s no way what is happening between us can go any further. So I try to do the right thing for once in my life and put us both out of our misery. She obviously doesn’t remember our night together a few months ago, so it’s probably better that I don’t bring it up.
“Listen, Wildcat, I’m more of the fuck’em and leave’em kind of guy. I don’t do relationships, so I think it’d be best to call it a day for us. I can tell you’re a woman who wants a commitment and a stable man in her life. And that ain’t me, babe. My club and my ride are the only things I’m committed to.”
She nods her head but is staring blankly at me. With a shrug she hands me back my helmet and then my leather jacket.
“Well, I guess if that’s what you want, then it was lovely knowing you, Kane.”
Ouch, I guess I was the only one who felt the electric shock between us. Either that or she’s playing this off to not appear or feel affected by my words.
I think she’s going to walk to her car, but instead she grabs my cheeks with both hands, pulling my face right up to hers, and kisses the shit out of me, taking me by surprise. I gasp at her boldness and it’s enough for her to slip her tongue down my throat. After being stunned, my brain finally catches up and I grab for her hips bringing her body closer to mine. Just as I’m about to pick her up to straddle me on my bike, she pulls back.
“See ya around town, Kane,” she purrs and wets her bottom lip with her bubblegum tongue. She fucking purrs and my dick is so angry at me right now. “And just for the record, I was the one who fucked and left last time, so don’t worry about sparing my feelings. I’m a big girl who can take care of herself.”
And with that she somehow smoothly swipes my ballcap, placing it on the top of her head, then walks away from me bouncing that fine tight ass, leaving me to wonder what the fuck just happened.
“I didn’t say you could have my hat, Wildcat,” I call out.
“You’ve got plenty in your office, Stud,” she retorts as she pulls something from her skin tight top. The brake and headlights blink as she opens her car door sliding in.
The sound of her engine rivals the machine between my legs. I know that this won’t be the last time we see each other. Damn, this woman has somehow gotten under my skin in such a short amount of time. I watch her leave and my dick is starting to regret telling her this can’t go anywhere.
That little heifer ignited something in me that I didn’t know existed, and I don’t know if getting burned will be enough for me to stay away.
I head home from the park and can’t help but replay everything that happened today. When I got up this morning for my usual morning jog I had no idea this is how I would end my day. I’m still in shock about everything if I’m being honest. If Ben hadn’t been there, would I have been let go so easily?
I can’t believe I saw Beckett. I’ve never been a violent person but something in me snapped, and I think six years of resentment came to a head. I’m not that same little, naïve girl who left here all those years ago. I never want anyone to see me that vulnerable again.
Even if you have to fake it until you make it!
My brain flashes to Kane last night sitting on his motorcycle covered in tattoos and leather. Thinking about Kane is dangerous to my health. God, that man lets off a dominate, bad boy, shoot you between the eyes after I fuck you senseless kind of vibe. His blue eyes alone could melt my panties into a puddle, not to mention his deep smooth as whiskey voice that has my blood singing. And the way he wears his hat backwards, mmm. When he pushed me up against the wall in his office, I knew it wasn’t just me who felt the electricity between us. My body craves his touch for some reason and now he wants us to keep our distance? I know he’s full of shit, so for now I’ll play this cat and mouse game until he realizes what we share.
When we hooked up a few months ago, I thought I’d never see him again. He was the first one night stand I’d ever had and let me tell you that the bar is set high now. I bailed on him when he went to the bathroom to take care of the condom. Being told to hit the road after sex isn’t a dent I wanted for my self-esteem after I had one hell of an orgasm, so I left to keep the awkwardness to a minimum.
I try shaking those thoughts out of my head as I pull into the driveway of my mom and stepdad’s house. I press the handle on the car door to lock my car then head toward the backyard. Since I agreed to stay here for a while, Mom offered me the pool house to give me some privacy.
The pool house is a one bedroom, one bath with a small kitchen and living room. There’s a small study enclosed with French doors where I can work when needed. Not that I plan to be here that long. It’s still bigger than my apartment at MIT so there is no complaining.
I use my key to unlock the door then lock it back once I’ve closed it. The one condition of living here was that I got to change the locks on the pool house to secure my privacy. Mom assured me that it would be arranged and that no one would enter unless I invited them. Of course, they have a maid to clean their house, but I refused the service. I’m not a slob so it’s not a problem.
Mom and I are still working out our relationship that was destroyed years ago. We’ve just started speaking to each other again two years ago. She thinks me coming here is a sign that I’ve totally forgiven her for what she’s done. Dad thinks that I should forgive but not forget, but it doesn’t seem to be that easy. Every time I see her and my stepdad it brings it all back, and then I want to lash out for what they did. But it also brought Ben and Beckett into my life in a time when I needed someone the most.
I’ll never forget seeing them for the first time. I’d fled my house and ran for what felt like hours before ending up at the lake. I sat on the wooden bridge and cried my eyes out. A sound of voices off in the distance caught my attention, and I watched two guys approach on motorcycles that looked two bolts away from being scrap at the junkyard. When they stopped, they calmly as possible tried to engage in conversation with me. I guess they thought I was going to jump or something. I’m sure my swollen eyes from crying didn’t help matters, but their voices were smooth. The blond-haired guy did most of the talking.
“You don’t want to do whatever it is you’re thinking about doing,” blondie urged.
I burst out laughing at the thought. Even if I wanted to jump, there was no way that any damage would’ve happened, it’s only twenty feet down and the water level was high. They both came and sat next to me and I learned their names—Beckett and Ben. They were seventeen and about to graduate high school. We live in a small town so I should’ve known them, but I didn’t. Being a sophomore and computer geek limited my friends. We became fast friends after that day and then before even realizing it, Beckett and I become more.
