“Nancy is here,” I said to Vin. “She says she left half an hour ago and everything was fine then,” I replied, ignoring his question because it was fucking pointless to answer it. I looked over at her, and despite the urgency of the situation it was hard to ignore how beautiful she looked: hair loose around her shoulders, still a little damp from her shower, her full lips parted slightly. She must have sensed me looking at her because she looked back and blushed. Fucking loved that look on her; wanted to see it on her when she was under me and clawing at my back.
“Why did Skull ask you to work?” I asked her, and she shrugged.
“You know what he’s like when it comes to this place—he’s always working. Said he had some business upstairs tonight so I’d need to man the front.” She shrugged. “But I might as well go since he’s closed.” She turned away from me and then hesitated as she looked back down the street the way she had just come.
I reached out and grabbed her arm and she looked back at me, her gaze hesitant. Can’t say I blamed her after what a dick I was earlier. I relayed the information to Vin.
“Crank says he’s got news on the dark web that something might have been going down tonight. I need ATF away from there—think you can take care of that? I’ve got Jase and Mason leading the two parked outside away from the clubhouse as we speak, but we need to act quickly on this. I haven’t got eyes on Agent Lear, though, so watch your back. That motherfucker is slippery,” Vin said as I stared down at Nancy, my rough hand still gently gripping her bicep.
“Yeah, I’ll take care of it,” I said, and hung up. “Get on,” I said to her, gesturing toward my bike. “I’ll take you home.”
She scowled but I could see she wanted to. Whether it was because of something she felt for me or because of the thrill of the ride didn’t matter. Right then I had to get her, and ATF, away from there, and I couldn’t think of any better way to do that than with her on the back of my bike and her arms wrapped around my waist. Fuck yeah.
She shrugged free of my grip, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “I’m good, thanks. I’ll walk.” She turned and started to walk away, and I grabbed her again. “Sketch, get off me!”
I tightened my grip and pulled her toward me, and that time she didn’t fight. Her body was tight against mine, and by the way she sucked in a sharp breath she had just felt the raging hard-on I clearly had for her. I let a slow smile creep up my face.
“Get on my bike, Nance,” I said again. “Let me take you home.”
She swallowed, her body tense against mine. “Straight home?” she asked, and I nodded, giving her a small salute.
“Scout’s honor.”
She cracked a small smile. “I bet you weren’t even in the Scouts.”
I pulled her gently toward my bike and sat down, handing her my helmet. “Get on.”
She looked to the seat I was offering and then to my hand offering her the helmet, her gaze slowly traveling up my body toward my face. Felt like she was undressing me with that one look, and I almost groaned as my cock hardened even more.
Finally, she took the helmet and pulled it on before climbing on behind me. “What do I do?” she asked, and my chest flared in triumph that I was going to give her her first ride.
“Wrap your arms around me and hold on tight, babe,” I replied.
“Like this?” she asked, holding onto me.
Her grip wasn’t nearly as tight as I wanted it to be, so I reached down and pulled her arms tighter around me, feeling her body press against my back. “More like this,” I rumbled out, starting the bike. “No abrupt movements, lean with me, and hold on.”
“Okay, don’t let me fall,” she said.
I looked back at her, her beautiful eyes staring up at me from behind my helmet. “I’ve got you, babe,” I replied thickly, my voice coming out rough and full of need.
Because I did have her, and I wasn’t letting her go now.
I started the bike and we pulled slowly away from the sidewalk. I passed the ATF agents in their car, giving them the middle finger again and feeling Nancy squeeze me tighter, and then I picked up speed, heading as far away from the shitstorm of what was about to go down there as I could get her.
ATF followed us for a few miles, but I lost them once I hit the freeway. They’d still be looking for me and they’d catch up eventually, no doubt, but that didn’t matter. I wasn’t trying to hide from them anyway. I only needed to give Vin and my brothers some space to deal with whatever was going down, but the fact that the faster I went, the more Nancy clung onto me… well, that was just a bonus.
I followed the dark lines of the road, waiting for the moment she’d ask me why I hadn’t taken her home yet, but it never came. In fact, the longer we rode, the more she settled into it, until I could feel her head resting against my back and her breasts rising and falling as she breathed.
Considering she’d never ridden on the back of a bike before, she was a natural, her body gripping mine and leaning with me into the corners. All it was doing was proving to me everything I didn’t want to admit, but now had no choice but to.
Nancy was most definitely worth the trouble.
And I wanted more than just one night with her.
She gripped me tightly, but her fingers traced the muscles of my stomach. I don’t even think she knew she was doing it until I pulled the bike to the side of the dark stretch of highway and slowed to a stop. The engine rumbled beneath us, vibrating through both of our bodies, and I turned my head to the side to look at her.
I couldn’t really see her with the helmet on, but she hadn’t stopped her movements. In fact, as we sat there her hands slid down my stomach and onto my thighs, and then I did groan.
