“Why’d you want me to hide?” I asked. “I’m not afraid of Gauge.”
She laughed almost bitterly. “Are men always like this?”
“Like what?”
“Full of testosterone and macho bullshit.”
I grinned in reply. “I’m serious. I can handle myself.”
“You might not be afraid of Gauge, but you probably should be. You might be friends now, but he does not like men speaking to me. Apparently he sees me as his little girl that needs protecting, thanks to the rep my mother left me with…” Her words trailed off at the end of her sentence, her expression going sad.
I reached over, my hand touching the bottom of her chin and lifting her face so she was looking at me again. “Hey,” I said and I watched as she forced a smile and pushed her previous dark thoughts away.
We were face to face, nose to nose, and I put my hands on her arms and leaned in. Because this was it. I couldn’t not kiss her then, no matter what the consequences would be, or who might walk in on us.
Her eyelids fluttered closed as I pressed my mouth to hers and kissed her with everything I had. She groaned and leaned into me, and I thought it was the best damn day in my whole sorry fucking life until I heard my father’s voice out in the clubhouse and the spell was broken.
She pulled out of the kiss first and we stood there looking at each other, both breathless, both taken aback by this thing that was growing between us. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and my gaze followed it, staring at the glisten that it left behind. I leaned in, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, and she moaned against.
My hands reached around, cupping her ass and pulling her crudely against me. And there was nothing soft or gentle about it. It was rough and urgent, almost desperate as I ground against her, squeezing her ass-cheeks and she panted against my mouth.
The sound of Hardy talking to Gauge stopped us both in our tracks and I pulled out of the kiss, feeling lost in the adrenaline of the moment. The door swung open and Silvie came in, making sure to kick the door closed behind her.
“You better go before he sees you in here, Jesse. He’s in a shitty mood today,” she said seriously. Her gaze washed over me and Laney, and I saw her mouth pulling into a smile. “Go on, get.”
I stepped back from Laney, unashamedly straightening my jeans as I walked away from her because of my raging hard-on. I didn’t even feel embarrassed as her hand covered her mouth and she tried to hold in her laugh.
“Young love,” Silvie laughed with a roll of her eyes.
I smiled wider because I knew she was right.
I was in love with Laney and I wasn’t letting her go, not for anything or anyone.
Even if it killed me, I would have her in my bed and on my bike.
Because that girl was gonna be my old lady one day.
