He half smiles and admits, “I love it, I just felt like I didn’t deserve it,” and my heart instantly aches but the smile that graces his handsome face is everything as he continues, “I hear there is a shop in town and I’m going to see if they have a chair available because a certain blonde has caught my attention and I don’t want to leave her any time soon…”
I bite down on my bottom lip to try and stop my smile from coming out, but by the grin he gives me, I know he can see it. He leans forward and gently rubs his thumb over my hand. We stay like that, getting to know each other better, before we face my family, or rather, my sister.
I have known him for two days, yet my heart already wants him forever.
What am I gonna do?
Chapter 9
Cage
I quickly take a deep breath as I open the passenger door and hold my hand out for my girl. It’s only been two days, but I don’t give a fuck, she’s mine.
The meal was amazing. Even with the waitress—who my girl clearly hated—eyeing me, I couldn’t stop touching Drew. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I loved that she felt jealous which is weird because normally jealous women set me off for obvious reasons. Yet, Drew being jealous—fuck, that hits different. She does something to me I can’t explain.
I have the urge to be with her all the time, wanting to tie her to me which probably isn’t healthy, but right now, I really don’t care. I just wish the guilt that keeps creeping in when I try to be happy, would stop holding me back, even as I reach for happiness with Drew.
Would she be rolling in her grave? Or would she be happy that I’m trying?
Fuck.
Drew takes my hand, and tingling instantly shoots up my arm as I help her out of her pick-up truck, and I smile.
I wanted her on the back of my bike, but when that happens, the first time will be a whole evening fucking experience. For now, I’m driving her truck, which I fucking hate. I want to feel her behind me, which says a lot about where I am mentally with this woman.
The only girls that have ever been on the back of my bike are my sisters, Angie being the last, and normally no brother, even a nomad one, not knowing if he wants this life, allows someone that isn’t blood family to ride bitch.
“You ready for this?” I ask Drew as I shut the door and wrap my arm around her waist, needing her close, and she scrunches her nose up a little, making me chuckle.
“If I said no, can we turn around?” she retorts, and I hum.
“We could,” I agree, but then remind her, “but you’ll have your dad after you.”
She huffs and moves her feet towards the back yard, and I chuckle again as I tighten my hold around her waist. The feeling of being very fucking content hits me with this woman pressed against my side. I can’t help but kiss her head before breathing in her coconut scent.
I push open the gate and guide us inside before a woman’s voice echoes, “Well, it’s about time you two got here,” and we look up to see Joel who has a soft look on his face and the woman pressed against his side who I have to admit, my girl doesn’t really look much alike apart from maybe the nose and cheekbones, looking very giddy.
Joel takes a few photos, and I raise a brow at the man, but he shrugs like a fucker then admits, “For your dad.”
I chuckle lightly as I look down at my girl, who tilts her head at me. I grin and confess, “Our dads are still close despite the three hours between them, and this isn’t something anyone thought would happen.”
“What? Me agreeing to date a biker?” she sasses, and I poke her side, making her chuckle, and I murmur, “Brat,” which only makes her chuckle turn into a laugh as she leans into me and I can’t help but smile.
She doesn’t bring up my past, or question why people wouldn’t believe I took her out on date, instead she sees the situation for what it is and diverts the attention from my shame.
She’s fucking perfect.
“Cage, it is so nice to finally see you again, though I doubt you’ll remember me,” the woman says as we walk over to the patio.
“I’m sorry I don’t,” I admit as I take a seat, but before Drew can sit beside me, I pull her down on my lap, making her gasp and look at me wide-eyed. I smirk and remind her, “I told you that you’d be on my lap,” and her cheeks brighten.
Fuck, I love that she doesn’t wear makeup to hide that look.
I lean forward and kiss her nose like it is the most natural thing in the world before looking back at her parents.
Her mother has tears in her eyes while her dad softens, seeing his daughter relaxing into me, her side going into my chest.
Guess I’m not the only one whose family didn’t think I’d let someone in.
