STACEY
As we pulled out and away from my home, my arms wrapped around Maestro’s waist; I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that I was actually here on the back of his sled.
I’d been an Old Lady long enough to know what it means when a man of the club puts you on the back of their sled. In all the years I’d known Maestro, the only other females that had been on the back of his had been his sister Lizzie and his nieces.
I had to wonder, was I making a mistake trusting a man again so soon? I’d thought a lot about this ever since he’d told me we were going out tonight. I hoped not, and after the way he’d worried about Rosie being alone, I had a feeling that trusting this man might be the best thing to ever happen to me.
Deciding that for now I’d just enjoy the ride and stop worrying about things that I couldn’t change, I rested my head against his back, closed my eyes, and relaxed into him, enjoying the vibration of his bike between my thighs. I’d forgotten how much I loved riding and being on the back of a bike.
Before long, we were pulling into the parking lot of the bar the MC owned and ran. I was a little disappointed that it hadn’t taken us long to get here.
Maestro tapped my thigh and held out his hand for me to take, supporting me as I got off his ride. Once I was standing, he walked the bike into its space.
Taking off my helmet, I handed it to him. Removing the band from the bottom of my braid that I’d put my hair in to stop it from getting tangled in the wind, I slowly undid it. Before running my fingers through it, bending over, I shook it out to fluff it up a little before standing back up and throwing the length back over my shoulders to settle against my back with some curling around my cheeks. It was something I’d always done over the years and never thought anything of it.
It was the growl that brought my attention to the man who’d got off his bike and was prowling towards me with heated and hungry eyes.
“Fucking love your hair, Stace. Never cut it, baby,” he rumbled, running his fingers through the long strands before pushing the strands from my cheeks. Bending, he whispered in my ear, “Can’t wait to feel it trailing over my body as you ride me or wrapping my hand in it while I fuck you from behind. I’m going to live out every fantasy I’ve ever had about you. And, baby, I have twenty years of fantasies stored up, all with you at the centre of them.”
Whimpering low in my throat at the images his words evoked in my head. Squeezing my thighs together to ease the ache that pulsed through me, ‘Oh Jesus, this man is going to be the death of me,’ I thought before his mouth was on mine and all coherent thoughts left me.
It took for Cash and Lizzie riding up to remind us where we were and breaking us from the sexual haze that seemed to have enveloped us ever since he’d made his move in the diner this afternoon.
I wasn’t sure if my panties could take much more of what he was dishing out. I’d never felt like this. Ever! Not even when Grudge and I’d first got together. It made me wonder what I’d been missing all my life.
“Hey, brother, maybe you should skip the bar and just head on back to the clubhouse,” Cash chuckled as he slapped Maestro’s shoulder on the way past, with Lizzie, as always, under his arm.
Putting my hands to my cheeks as they flushed bright red at Cash’s words, Lizzie winked at me over her shoulder, smiling wide before they disappeared behind the door as it swung shut behind them.
Lifting my eyes to Maestro’s, I smiled, “We can leave if you want.”
Groaning, he rested his forehead on mine, “Don’t tempt me, beautiful. I promised you a night out, and you’ll get it. Besides, the entire club is here tonight just waiting for us to make an appearance.”
“You know about that, huh?”
“What? That they bet on how long it would take me to get my shit together and take you out? Yeah, they bet on it.”
“It doesn’t bother you?” I asked curiously.
Shaking his head, “Nah, it’s all in good fun. They wouldn’t do it if they didn’t give a shit. Come on,” he said, taking my hand and twining our fingers together, tugging me towards the bar door.
‘Holy moly, Maestro was a hand-holding man. Who’d have thought it?’
With a soft smile playing on my lips, I followed behind him as we walked into the bar, coming to a stop when a cheer just about lifted the roof off.
Overwhelmed, I had to hold back tears as I was hugged, kissed, and passed around as I was welcomed back. This was what I’d missed when Grudge and I split. I loved the family feel of the MC; I just didn’t like having the whores rubbed in my face. While I knew I’d still have to see them, I hoped that they weren’t something I’d have to worry about—not if Maestro was anything like his father, Red, or his best friend, Cash.
Maestro didn’t leave my side the entire night. Once everyone had settled and the teasing had died down, he helped me onto a stool next to Lizzie and had taken up a stance behind me, encaging me in his arms while he kept up conversations with his brothers and I spoke to Lizzie and a few other old ladies. I wondered if he knew how it felt to have him surrounding me like he was protecting my back.
Later that night, when a few of the single brothers had found company for the night and some of the older couples had left, we settled in at one of the tables. When I returned from a visit to the bathroom, he’d not stopped his conversation with Buck and Cash as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me down onto his lap. I’d hesitated at first, then got comfortable, wrapping an arm around his neck and settling my long legs over his. Lizzie caught my eye and gave me a big smile, while Jenny sent me a thumbs-up and a smirk.
Returning their smiles, I settled down to listen to the music that was playing, thinking that it was the first time in forever that I’d enjoyed a date so much.
It was probably an hour or so later when he tapped my thigh, bringing my attention back to him, “Ready to go, baby?”
Nodding, I stood up, wishing everyone a good night as Maestro again took my hand, “Night all. Jenny, see you at work.”
“Night, doll,” Jenny replied. She was echoed by various good nights that faded out as we walked out of the bar towards his sled, where we stopped.
Maestro took my helmet and jacket out of the saddlebags. Handing the helmet to me, he helped me into my jacket. As he zipped my jacket, he asked, “Did you have a good time, baby?”
Smiling wide, there was no hesitation in my reply, “I had a fantastic time. I’ve missed everyone. Why?”
His dark eyes bored into mine, “I’m glad you had a good time; they’ve missed you just as much as I have. There’s no why, just making sure you had a good time.
“My next question: do I take you home or back to mine? Before you make a decision, be warned that once I make you mine, that means you’re mine always. I get you’ve had a shit life. I’m not planning on making it any harder. If anything, I want to make it easier, so you never have to worry ever again.”
My answer was obvious; it had been twenty years in the making, and I wasn’t going to waste a single second waiting, “Take me home, Maestro, and make me yours.”
“Thank fuck,” he whispered huskily, placing a quick kiss on my lips before plunking my helmet on, not wasting any time getting us back to his house.