Well, that’s kind of obvious. I think, but don’t say the words.
“That doesn’t tell me what you’re doing, though,” I murmur, pressing myself deeper into him.
“Baby, you keep pressing those tits against my back, and you’ll find yourself flat on your back while I fuck you out here in the open for anyone to see.”
I shiver at the mention of him screwing me where anyone could see. I might strip out of my clothes for a living, but I wasn’t one for voyeurism. Strange for me not to be considering what I’d done with Heat and Brimstone. Still, I don’t think I want the rest of Heat’s brothers to see me naked. Or them watching me while I was in the throes of pure bliss at the hands of this man.
“I know you love taking my cock, Trouble, but I’m not willing to let my brothers see your beautiful body. However, if you don’t move back, baby, it doesn’t mean I won’t do it.” Another shiver rushes through me at the deep, gravelly tone in his voice.
“Fine,” I huff, doing my best to alleviate my sexual frustration. Stepping back from him, I plop down on the ground and scoot in to watch him. “Why are you working on this bike?”
I didn’t understand why he was working on this one. It wasn’t the same bike as the one I’ve seen him ride. I didn’t even know if it was his.
“This is the first bike I ever bought. I don’t ride it often, but I do ride it. I want to take you out on it. So, I needed to make sure the clutch was changed out beforehand.”
“This was your first bike?” I whisper, looking at the motorcycle in a different light.
Heat sharing this with me means something. I’ve learned quite a bit in the past week. He doesn’t share something if he doesn’t want to. Heat also means what he says when he says it. He’s not one for bullshitting around. It’s not his style. The man is also overly protective. Not just of me, but everyone around him.
I find the more I learn about him, the more I love. There’s so much to Heat that people don’t see, or if they do, they overlook. I’m sure his brothers see it and respect this about him, but it’s different. They don’t see the sides of him I get to.
“Yeah, bought it when I was fifteen. Saved up to get it. My mom, badass as she is, made sure I knew if I wanted something, I worked for it. That’s what I did. Bought this thing from a junkyard. Took nearly six months after to get it working with all the parts I had to switch out and get in.”
“Who taught you how to fix bikes?”
Heat puts the wrench down and twists to face me, our eyes meeting. “My pops taught me.”
“Your pops?” Does he mean Dad or Granddad?
“My dad,” he clarifies for me. “He used to be a part of the club, he died when I was fifteen. Couldn’t be saved.”
“I’m sorry, Rankin,” I whisper, reaching out to touch him. “I know what it’s like to lose a parent. I lost both of mine.” I remind him of something I know he’s aware of.
“He was a good man. Herja and him weren’t together, but he was a part of my life. He knew what she was. They were friendsand co-parented me with ease. Losing him sucked. He’d been the President of this club. Fire’s uncle took over the position when he passed and gave it to me when he felt the time was right for me to take the gavel from him.”
I nod, giving me a small smile as I ask, “Would you teach me how to fix a bike?”
Heat grins and shakes his head. “You really want to know how to work on bikes?”
“Sure.” I shrug.
“How about this,” he starts, lifting his hand to stroke my cheek. “When I’m out here working on one of my bikes, you can be out here watching. I don’t want you to get those beautiful hands greased up or messed up if you get your finger pinched between the chain.”
“I wouldn’t want to pinch my fingers in the chain,” I murmur, licking my lips.
Heat’s eyes drop to my mouth and he grins. “Agreed.”
He leans in, about to kiss me, when someone clears their throat.
“What is it?” Heat demands, his tone turning annoyed at the interruption.
I glance over to find Pyro close.
“Sorry to interrupt you two.” Pyro grunts, his expression alert. “But we got a problem.”
“What problem?” Heat pulls away and gets to his feet. He stretches a hand out to me. I take it as he helps me up off the ground before he tugs me into his side protectively.
“Hel is inside.”
