Drew's cheek heat and I chuckle while Joel sighs, “Tuesdays and Saturdays, Elizabeth, those are your new meal dates.”
“What?” she screeches with rage, but Joel ignores her and a shocked Drake, who still hasn’t got over my girl calling him out in front of everyone, and he looks at me and confirms, “So you’ve finally admitted that you love her?”
I chuckle as Drew leans into me with a contented sigh. I pick up my water with my other hand while I keep playing with my girl’s hair.
“I did,” and Joel beams before he says, “I’m calling your dad, we have bets to make for when the wedding is.”
I don’t deny his words.
Marrying Drew? Fuck yeah, I can see it now, I just hope she wouldn’t mind her sister not being there.
My stomach sinks a little as the club comes to mind, and I clear my throat as I take another sip of my drink.
If I marry Drew, then I’ll probably have to let my family down because I can’t keep her safe at the club.
Chapter 12
Drew
“Okay, baby, I want you to scoot all the way up to me and wrap your arms around my waist,” Bellamy instructs, and my hands shake as I do what he says. My front is flush with his back, and I squeeze his waist, my fingers grabbing his shirt in a death grip.
I’m scared, no, actually, I’m petrified, and the glares from my sister and ex, while my parents grin widely because Bellamy is claiming me, are not helping my nerves right now.
Dinner was tense.
Normally, where Elizabeth and Drake are concerned, I keep quiet and ignore them to keep the peace, more so for my parents. It never mattered what they said because I let it wash over me, but as soon as Drake brought up Bellamy’s sisters and Elizabeth carried on the hate, believing the names were some exes, I snapped.
I don’t know what happened to Angie, I don’t know how she died, but I do know not only is she a sore subject for my boyfriend, but she was his entire world while Whitney still is.
They can say whatever they want to me, be jealous, act like assholes, but they cannot and will not bring up Bellamy’s little sisters, period!
“Alright, baby,” Bellmay says as he gently rubs my shaking hands, “I want you to keep hold of me tightly, keep your legs away from the pipes and your feet on the pegs at all times and just follow my lead.”
“Uh, Bell, do you know that in America, statistically, there have been over eighty thousand motorbike accidents and six thousand of them are fatal…” I tremble, kind of hating that I looked it up when I realized how much he liked his bike. He chuckles lightly, which just makes me want to smack him.
Jackass.
“Do you know what all those accidents didn’t have compared to me?” he says quietly, and I swallow hard and question, “What?”
“You on the back,” he says, and Mom chuckles, “Smooth talker…”
I smile, I can’t help it, and I lean my head carefully on his back, aware of the helmet he insisted I wear despite him not wearing one.
“Always where my girl is concerned,” Bellamy answers Mom and I hear my sister growl, but no one pays attention to her just like we hadn’t during dinner that she spent the whole time pouting and glaring my way. Drake was smart enough to keep his mouth shut after Dad informed him he won’t be welcome at their home any longer while I’m there. He also informed him if one more negative word is said about me or my boyfriend, then never mind my sister’s needy ways, he won’t be welcome at all. Ireallyhope he opens his mouth.
I smile and hold Bellamy tighter as he starts his bike, the vibrations running through me, and a sudden thrill shoots up as he revs it. He pulls away from the curb, making me gasp and hold him even tighter as he rides down the road.
I keep my eyes open and watch as the scenery flashes by. As the stores turn into trees, I settle myself behind him, never losing my grip.
A sense of calm surrounds me, and I tighten my hold around Bellamy’s waist before I feel his hand gently stroking mine, and I smile.
I never want this feeling to end, contentment – love – I want forever with this man, and it has only been five weeks.
***
Two hours later, the stars are shining as Bellamy pulls up in front of my dance studio, and despite the cold air, disappointment fills deep in my gut. I close my eyes for a second as he switches off the engine, and stillness surrounds us.
“How was your first ride, baby?” he asks quietly, not moving us from our positions as he gently rubs my hands.
