Chapter 7
I stand there and watch his cheeks blush.
Adorable. I didn’t think that he could get any hotter but right here proves me wrong.
Hell, I probably have that same blush everywhere after what we just did.
I can’t believe I just had sex with the same tattooed biker on the hood of my car in a storage unit that I’d never thought I’d see again.
It was hot as hell, but hopefully we’ll find a bed next time.
I still feel him between my legs, and that ache is making me want to do it again.
When he went down on me the first time, I thought I was reaching the gates of heaven.
I’ve been eaten out before but nothing that brought me to the brink of passing out.
Then when he entered me, I thought he split me in half.
I wondered how he was going to fit, but damn after a moment I adjusted to him, it was like electricity was shocking me the entire time.
I felt it through my whole body, and when I came it was like adding gasoline to a fire pit. BOOM!
My body feels a hand on my upper arm, and I’m startled back from my thoughts to see Kane giving me a confused look.
“Sorry, I was just wondering if we’re ever going to find a bed for sex or if walls and cars are the replacements,” I joke.
He starts to laugh and pulls me back into a bear hug, while kissing the top of my head. This man is changing my life, and I don’t think he even knows it.
“So, you want to head out to the diner or do you want to skip it and go for another round?” My thighs clench together at the thought of going again.
Just as I’m about to grab for his belt, my stomach grumbles and makes my decision for us.
“Food it is then. Afterwards we can feast on each other as dessert. Can I leave my bike in the unit and take your cage?”
“Cage?” I ask.
“Your car,” he clarifies.
“Sure, let me pull it out then I’ll lock it up,” I say grabbing my gun and placing it in a drawer by the trashcan.
Once we get the vehicles situated, Kane insists on driving, so I let him take the lead and step out and over to the passenger side.
I watch as he takes off his cut and holster, putting it in the backseat before getting in.
The drive is about five minutes and Kane doesn’t let go of our laced fingers, even when shifting gears.
He parks my car in front of the diner, then grabs his cut and holster before coming over to my side opening the door. After putting on his cut back on, we walk in and sit in the back at a corner booth where he faces the door.
I thought it strange until I remembered the beat down he gave those guys at the race. It was hot to watch my man defend me. I do have to admit that I was a little worried when that guy, Brock, approached me after the race, but thankfully Kane and his crew intervened.
Our waitress comes over and we place our orders for burgers and fries then I sit back and watch Kane as he texts someone.
“Why did you take off your cut to drive then put it back on when we got here? Why not wear it while driving?” I ask when he pockets his phone.
“Club rules,” he says as an explanation. “If we aren’t riding our bikes, we take them off.”
“Oh. So, what happens if you forget and wear it?”
“If you get caught, the club will fine you. The fine is set pretty high to deter you.”
“Wow, that’s hardcore. I bet you learn quick when money is involved.” I’m amazed by this, it’s like they have their own society and laws to go by. I’ve done some work for clubs before, but never really looked too much into the way they govern themselves.
He chuckles and grabs for my hand across the table. It’s like he can’t stop touching me or I might disappear before his eyes. I feel the same, but I don’t want to come off as clingy.
“Tell me about this racing business you’re involved in. Help me understand why a knock-out of a woman wants to put herself in dangerous situations.”
“When I moved to Seattle with my dad, he bought me a beat up Civic that was pretty much on its last leg. I didn’t have any friends so on the weekends we’d spend our time working together to fix it up.
Seven months later, she was running like new.
He taught me how to change everything out and even how to paint a car.
We really bonded over it. I learned how to appreciate that time with my dad.
He wasn’t always around growing up because his job had him travelling a lot so this really brought us close.
” I’m so glad that I moved and stayed with him.
I feel like I learned a lot of valuable life lessons with him and not all material possessions like my mother had.
“My final year in high school, I found out about a secret race and slipped away to watch. I knew after seeing it that I was meant for racing, and the rest is history. I’ve won more than I’ve lost and made a good chunk of change doing it.
I purchased Ghost Princess my junior year at MIT and souped her up so that she purrs better than my first two cars.
She’s my baby. I love the feel of adrenaline I get when pushing her limits.
It’s very freeing to be out on an open road knowing that any minute you could be caught. ”
“I feel the same about my bikes. It’s freedom, that’s the only way to describe it,” he says, and I nod in agreement just when our food comes and we dig in.
“So is that your job? Racing?” he asks after chewing a fry. “Is that why you were up in South Dakota at the rally when we first met?”
“No, racing’s my hobby. My other job is something a little more complex than that. In fact, I need to talk business with you, but I don’t want to ruin our mood now. Can we talk tomorrow after I meet up with Beckett?”
Something passes over Kane’s face, and he closes his eyes while scrubbing his face in his hands.
“Shit, Raegan, I’ve completely lost my mind. This is going to divide my club if I don’t approach it right.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Being with a brother’s girl is a massive no go in our club. With him being my VP it makes this even messier.”
“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. First of all, I’m not his girl and haven’t been for over six years. He has no claim to me and if he says otherwise then I’ll set him straight.” Beckett has no reason to be in this equation with me and Kane.
“Let’s not worry about it right now,” he says.
“Speaking of, what are we now? Are we together or friends with benefits that see other people?” I ask, trying to gage how he sees this playing out.
He reaches over the table and his hand tightens around mine.
“We’re not seeing other people. Especially, that fucker Hastings,” he reiterates glaring a hole through me. Something tells me that Kane was the type of child that didn’t share his toys well in school.
“Oh-kay, I won’t see him romantically, but I’m still going to keep him as a friend. Our mothers are best friends and we constantly have to meet up. In fact, this Sunday I have to go to some garden brunch over at his mother’s house.”
“Garden brunch?” he questions, and we both burst out in laughter.
“I know, I have no idea what it is.” I shrug.
“Raegan, I’m not going to tell you who you can and can’t be friends with, but I do ask that when I say something or someone is not in your best interest you listen to me.”
“Sounds fair enough.” I’m totally digging this compromise gig. “So, boyfriend, are you taking me for dessert now or what?”
I see a mischievous smile play across his face.
“I think dessert is exactly what we need right now.”
He stands, throws some bills on the table, then escorts me out of the diner back to the car.
We start down the main drag and pull off into a neighborhood like the one Ian took me to when we visited his sister, Allison.
We drive towards the end of the street pulling into a driveway then park the car.
I realize now that this is in fact the same street as Allison’s because I can see her house sitting diagonal from where we are.
“Where are we, Kane? Who lives here?” I ask as we sit in the driveway.
“This is my house. I’ve had it since I moved here five years ago.
It was a foreclosure and I’ve fixed it up over the years.
I don’t stay here too often because I have to be at the clubhouse a lot.
” He seems really nervous about this and I’m not sure why.
“I’ve never brought a woman here before who wasn’t family. ”
“Oh.” Definitely wasn’t expecting that. Why hasn’t he brought over women before?
“I know we’re just getting to know each other, and we haven’t had the best of starts, but I wanted to give you something that I’ve never given anyone else. I feel like this could be something special, that you’re special to me.”
Well, paint me surprised. If this isn’t a romantic gesture then I don’t know what is. He’s trying to share a first with me. I lean over my console and smash my lips to his. I thread my fingers in his unruly hair and his tongue enters my mouth. We pull away only to catch our breath.
Exiting the car, we make our way over to the front of the house and onto the porch.
“I hope you don’t have to be up early for anything in the morning,” he says as he opens the large front door to his home.
“Nothing until I meet Beckett around four in the afternoon.”
“Good, because I have a feeling we might be up all night.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I’m a night owl then,” I say with a wink.
He backs me up against the closed front door, boxing me in. His body is flush with mine. I love the way he smells of leather and sex.
“Anyone ever tell you that mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one day?”
“One or two maybe,” I retort.
He takes me by surprise as he bends down, picks me up over his shoulder, and heads down a hallway off the entry. We pass several doors on our trek and come to a stop. I move to see why he stopped only to be swatted on my ass.
“Stay still,” he tells me then swats me again.
“Ouch!” I say trying to sound hurt. “Why’d you stop?”