11. Dodge
ELEVEN
DODGE
I take another sip of my beer, unable to look away from the vibrant blonde talking to Tink.
Tonight, most of the club is at the bar, a biweekly peacocking into town, but with an extra boost since Creed is due to show up at some point.
Autumn decided to come with, and I’ll admit I half expected her to find a last-minute reason to bail out.
Winnie is with Mik, something about wanting to pretend she has two kids for practice.
I know they’ll be having another soon without a doubt.
Something pricks in my chest, seeing Autumn so carefree.
A lot of the club girls come from hard times, looking for an easy way for others to take care of them, but a lot of outsiders judge them.
Yet, they’re all treating Autumn with a welcome that some may be jealous of.
I’m sure they’re trying to convince her into joining the club, and if I’m honest with myself, I’d say I want her to, just not as a club girl.
I want Autumn on the back of my bike, with a jacket that declares she’s my old lady.
At some point over the past few weeks, that idea cemented into my brain, and I haven’t let go of it.
When I saw her double-checking that I wasn’t an intruder, and she stayed to watch the show, I knew I couldn’t let her go either.
Cheers ring out and my attention shoots to the door as the crowd descends on whoever walked through. I can assume, even if I can’t see, so I turn back to Autumn. Her cheeks turn a bright red when I catch her returning stare, and she glances away quickly.
“Your nanny is fucking hot.”
I turn to Creed, pissed. “Watch yourself.”
How’d he find me so fast? And how the fuck does he know that’s my nanny? I bet it’s Cowen and his need to be in everyone’s business.
He holds his hands up, a smirk on his face.
The brother is one of our best runners, having just returned from a long trip with the Sinners MC in Sedona.
While most of the club has turned away from the one-percenter life, some of us continue to long for it.
Gage doesn’t care if Creed helps out other clubs as long as he never betrays us.
I was surprised when Gage didn’t call him back sooner after Jack’s betrayal, but maybe we all knew that Creed’s loyalty was unmatched.
“Sorry, I didn’t know she was claimed. Just thought she’s watching your girl. Or so Cowen said.”
I take a sip of my beer. Fucking Cowen. I knew it. For someone so private, he sure loves to gossip. “She doesn’t know she’s claimed yet.”
Creed snorts. “I get it, brother.”
His eyes continue to follow her and I nudge his shoulder. He turns toward me, giving his back to the rest of the bar. “Sorry. Been a minute since I’ve gotten laid.”
I raise an eyebrow. “They didn’t share their girls?”
He shakes his head. “They did, but I wasn’t going to chance it. You know how it is.” More than anyone, I know exactly how it is.
My frown deepens. “Gage will want to know if you think we’ll have problems with them.”
Creed sighs, then smiles at the waitress as she drops off a beer for him, momentarily pausing as he watches her walk away before turning back to me.
“I don’t think we will, but they’re not looking to go legit anytime soon.
The Lost Dutchmen’s prez died, and the new one has cut off all runs with the Sinners. It’s not looking good.”
I grimace. I have half a mind to tell Gage to let the Arizona MCs battle on their own.
Both of them have plenty of chapters throughout the state, and while we’re the closest MC in California to their size, we have our own to look out for.
“Fuck, we’re all getting too old for this shit.
It was fun when we were teenagers, but now I wake up with aches in my back. ”
Creed shakes his head. “Brother, have your woman rub it out and shut the fuck up. I ain’t ever wanna hear that type of bitching coming from you again.”
Loud laughter pulls our attention back to the bar top, and I’m immediately drawn back to Autumn. I smile at the carefree expression on her face. She’s fitting in better than I hoped, which is perfect if she’s going to be my old lady.
“Go get your woman before one of these dipshits from town try to hit her up.”
I nudge Creed with my shoulder. “What about you? Gonna go visit Bri?” They’ve been on and off since they were in high school, but she really detests the biker life. Her hatred outweighs her love for him. None of us fault her for it; our life is not as glamorous as it seems on the outside.
He sighs, rubbing his jaw. “I’ve been thinking of cutting that cord, brother. I think it’s time.”
I tap his shoulder. “Good for you. You’ll find someone.
” Not in the hang-ons, but he’s not one that needs to be warned.
His father got trapped by one of the clubwhores; Creed knows exactly what I went through.
I look back at the bar top, thinking it’s time to take my own advice.
I already found the someone I want, I just need to reel her in. I ignore his snickers as I walk away.
Autumn doesn’t notice me as I sidle up next to her at the counter.
“Enjoying yourself?” I ask, shaking my head when Tink offers me another beer. I want a clear mind the first time I sink my cock into Autumn’s pussy.
She smiles up at me. “Yeah, I am. You guys make me feel like ?part of the family.”
“Good. If anyone ever mistreats you, let me know.”
Her eyebrows raise. “They’re your club? ”
You’re my woman is on the tip of my tongue, but instead I smile and slide my hand to her waist. “Want to dance?”
Autumn looks over at the small corner where a few couples are dancing near the jukebox.
She tips back the rest of her drink and nods.
When she slips her hand into mine, I wrap my fingers around hers, not wanting to let go anytime soon.
I can feel some of the brothers’ eyes as I lead her to the dance floor.
If there was anyone I would dance with, it would be my daughter.
But this is different, and they know it.
I know it. Something has been stirring in me since the moment she walked into Winnie’s and my life.
I’m not one to do something like this, but I need to feel her body against mine.
And I don’t think she’s ready just yet to jump into my bed.
I pull her tight against me, her back to my chest, and her ass right in line with my cock.
She looks over her shoulder, her lips parting in shock as I rest my hands on her hips, guiding us to sway together.
I can see her heartbeat going crazy from the pulse in her neck. My lips brush against her ear.
“You okay?”
She nods, reaching up to wrap an arm around my neck.
“Yeah.” She gasps when I bump my hips forward, letting her feel how hard my cock is for her.
Her throat bobs, but she drops her gaze to the floor, feigning ignorance of the attraction between us.
I have no doubt she wants me as much as I want her.
I inhale her sweet scent, my nose trailing against her hair.
Autumn shudders in my hold. “Dodge.”
I lean down, my lips pressed against her ear. “You’re riling me up, Autumn. I want to fuck you right here, in front of everyone.”
She gasps again but doesn’t pull away from me. I spread my hand, my thumb trailing under her plump breasts. She’s trembling now, her body taut.
“You want that, baby? You want me to fuck you?”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and her tongue drags across her lips. “N-not here.”
Not in public? Not in the bar? That’s not a no, but that’s as much a yes without saying the fucking word. My cock grows harder.
“That’s fine. I want you in my bed anyway.”
I spin her in place, cup her face, and kiss her.
Fuck, I’ve been dying for a taste. The strawberry chapstick she wears teases me every time she puts it on.
She moans into my mouth, her hands coming up to claw at my shoulders.
I drop my hands, picking her up as her legs wrap around me, and I back us against the wall, devouring her mouth as I rock my cock against her core.
Autumn tears away, panting as her fingers slide up my neck and grip me tightly. “Take me home, Dodge.”
The heat in her eyes has my cock throbbing, a bead of pre-cum leaking out.
My tongue sweeps across my lips, savoring the last hint of strawberries. “I have my bike. You cool riding that?” She drove here with Daisy after dropping off Winnie, but one of the brothers can drive our car back to my place in the morning.
I can see the apprehension on her face, but she nods, and I smile. I kiss her one last time and set her down.
“You’ll love it, and it’s a short ride anyway.”
I grab her hand, pulling her out of the bar while ignoring the whistles and claps thrown our way.
Her cheeks flush an embarrassed red. “Oh god. They all saw, didn’t they? They know.”
“Ignore them. They like to tease everyone at the club. Think of it like your initiation because it means they’re comfortable with you.”
Letting go, I climb onto my bike and start it before turning back to her.
“You ever ride before?” I don’t think she has, but figured I’d check before I assumed.
She shakes her head, so I guide her where to step to climb on, and show her how to hold onto me.
I like feeling her at my back more than I thought I would.
Like she was always meant to be there. When she settles, I take off, enjoying her little yelp and smile through it all.
The ride out of town to the apartment complex the club bought is less than ten minutes away, and it makes me yearn for more.
One of these nights I’m going to have to take her on a longer ride, maybe somewhere we can pull off on the side of the road so I can bend her over the side of my bike and fuck her.
I park at my apartment and help her off, then we stare at each other chest to chest.