Chapter 39
Mia
Aiden was being modest, of course. This isn’t a “small ride.” I’ve lost count of how many bikes have gathered at the Disciples of Sin clubhouse since we arrived.
There are over a hundred, and they’re not all Disciples members. There are cuts that say Titans MC and cuts that belong to Dagger’s club, Wretched Souls, but so far, no Dagger. When I get off the back of Aiden’s bike at the Disciples clubhouse, all eyes are on us.
Some eyes I know, some I don’t. I’m worried about the near constant ache between my thighs on the ride, but mercifully, Aiden let me take the plug out of my ass before we left.
“They’re all watching us.”
“No, they’re all looking at you, because I’ve never arrived with a woman before.”
“To the club?” I ask, taking them all in.
“To anywhere, Rhiannon,” he says, and I melt just a little. Fuck, I hate that I actually like that name now, because I understand it. It’s a form of respect. Worship.
“And none of them matter. You’re with me, so I want your eyes here,” he says, tilting my chin away from the crowd toward him, then leaning down to kiss me, not a care in the world about who’s watching, and for the first time in my life, I don’t care either.
* * *
I won’t be out there to train tomorrow but I’ll be there at my usual time on Tuesday. Tell Briggs to try not to miss the ass-kicking too much.
Patty
I’m sure he will, but have fun with your friends. He has a crew of rangers coming in this weekend anyway. He said you better not go soft on him in three days.
Not a chance.
I grin as I put my phone in my purse. If she only knew I was with a biker club president, with bite marks on my thighs, and until an hour ago, a plug in my ass. She might not be so excited for me then.
“Yeah, so are we all just going to ignore the fact that you came here with Prez?” Libby says as she lights a cigarette, copping a seat beside Trina.
We’re all sitting around the bar in the main room of the clubhouse while we wait for the guys to finish packing up.
Libby is riding down with Stone, and Trina is riding down with Roz in her SUV.
“I never thought I’d see the day.” Trina laughs. “You must have a fucking golden pussy.” She snorts back more laughter. “Don’t be offended. We only joke because we’re jealous.”
“Insanely jealous,” Libby adds, taking another drag from her smoke.
“Why would you be jealous?” And I realize that I hate the thought of any other woman looking at Aiden. I try to unpack the way that makes me feel, and the emotions of actually belonging to Aiden, to always having someone in my corner, tug at the growing knot in my gut. One more person to lose.
“Either of you could have any of the men here,” I tell them both. Libby leans in, her brown eyes watching me.
“None of these men do it for me,” she says, looking around the room full of regular patched members, and I understand what she means. She wants someone ranked. Her brown eyes turn again to focus on me. “I have bigger fish to fry.”
Trina laughs. “Always hold out for the highest rank.”
“Exactly,” Libby says, looking around, then back at me.
“So give me the rundown. What can I expect?” Every club is different, and I have no idea what the plan is for tonight.
Libby smiles as she fills me in on the route we’ll take through Georgia, what band is set to play at the camp tonight, what other clubs will ride with us.
“…and they have Smokes Grill there. Oh my God, they make the best barbecue! And we’ll dance. Just stick close so we can keep you away from the rowdies.”
Libby’s endless chatter is endearing, and it’s nice to realize that I actually seem to have made a friend.
“I hope one of you bitches packed the non-alcoholic wine for me tonight,” Roz states, coming through the overhead door with a smile, pushing her trademark oversize sunglasses up onto her head.
Trina reaches into her bag and lifts out a bottle of false red. “I’ve got you, Mama.”
Roz nods at Libby. “Good, then get your shit in my car. I’m leaving before the crowd. Stone is waiting for you.”
Libby reaches over and hugs me. “I’ll see you out there.” She winks.
“We’re gonna have some fun tonight,” Trina says, offering me a hug too. “These men know how to party.”
I smile at them, unsure what to expect, but when they leave the clubhouse, Roz drops into the seat beside me.
“Nervous?” she asks. “Big debut as Aiden’s woman.”
“Aiden’s woman?”
She starts to laugh. “Don’t worry. We’ll have fun, and I’m always sober if you need anything.”
“You do this every year?”
“Since Aiden took over, yes. This is only our third one. Oh, that reminds me.” She unzips her bag and reaches in, pulling out a soft black leather jacket and holding it up to me. “Just as I thought.” She grins.
“I used to ride and be your size.” She winks. “And if I’m right, this will be a perfect fit.”
I take it from her and hold it up. It’s obviously a pricey piece of leather.
“Well, don’t just stand there, try it on,” she urges me. “You’ll need it for this ride.”
I stand and shrug it on over my black tank and cut-off denim shorts. It’s absolutely perfect, as if it were made for my body. I’m just pulling my hair out from the collar and fluffing it around my shoulders when Roz picks up her bag.
“It’s perfect. So it’s yours.”
“I can’t keep this,” I say, awestruck. “It’s too pretty, and it feels expensive.”
Roz reaches out, and her hand with its hot-pink-painted fingernails rests on my leather-clad arm.
“It was, and yes, you can. It doesn’t fit me anymore. It’s a shame to waste it.”
“Thank you, Roz.”
“Don’t thank me.” She grins. “You can’t ride with the club at the president’s back without leather.”
She’s just turning to leave as I feel two heavy arms wrap around me from behind, and lips on my neck.
“Fuck, woman,” Aiden growls into my ear before a group of men comes into the clubhouse behind him. Dagger is one of them. He watches me, looking me over from head to toe. A sickening feeling sinks through me. I look away and focus on Aiden nuzzling my neck, ignoring the way Dagger’s eyes stalk me.
“It’s time to fucking go, or the whole damn ride is gonna wait while I fuck you.”
I reach my hand up and press it to Aiden’s jaw, spinning in his arms to face him.
Goddamn, he looks incredible. He wears black jeans, his standard boots, a black T-shirt, and his cut.
His SEAL dog tags hang down over his shirt, and the black bandanna around his neck will cover his face as we ride.
I glance down to his ridiculously thick bicep to see a slip of black fabric tied around it that says: In memoriam—Disciple Gregor Foxx—2016.
“Can we please just take a few minutes and go to your office?” I ask, not caring if I sound desperate.
Aiden laughs a real, full, deep laugh and moves his lips over my neck to my ear.
“From virgin to my own personal little cumslut?” His voice is low, and a whimper escapes my lips.
“Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, still chuckling, spinning me and smacking my ass.
It echoes through the clubhouse as I yelp.
“You’ll get what’s coming to you, goddess, but this is a working ride.
I have people here from other clubs, and we don’t make them wait,” he orders, directing me to the very front of the row of waiting bikes so I can take my place behind him.
All the while, I pretend not to feel the evil, watchful eyes of Dagger on me, a few bikes back.
“Don’t look at him,” Aiden whispers, sensing my anxiety. “I’m watching him for you. The best place for me to keep an eye on him is when he’s within arm’s reach.”
I nod in understanding as we head out.
It’s not until I glance up as I pass by and meet Dagger’s gaze by mistake that I notice the look he’s wearing. A bloodthirsty scowl, like Aiden has just stolen his favorite toy and he’s plotting how to steal it back.
* * *
The Georgia sun feels like fire on my back as we ride through the countryside to Jekyll Island.
Aiden said more bikes would be joining us, and that by the time we reach the farm, there will be over two hundred riders.
I cling tight to his waist, my head on his wide back as the thrum of his powerful bike vibrates between my thighs.
There’s something so insanely intimate about riding with him.
I don’t know whether it’s the vibration of the bike itself, or how strong he has to be to handle a beast of a bike like this.
It could be the feel of my body pressed up against his, or the simple fact that all these men behind us look to him for command.
Hell, maybe it’s a combination of all of it, but for the first time, I understand the desire of women like Libby and Trina to be where I am now.
We garner a lot of attention as we ride down the highway and through St. Pete’s, the last small town before we reach Ruston Farms. All I can see in Aiden’s rearview is bikes for miles.
He parks the bike then reaches his gloved hand down and strokes my calf with the tips of his fingers.
I practically melt. It’s a gesture that shows he sees me.
Making sure I’m okay back here after the ride.
The way my stomach somersaults tells me that somewhere from hate to anger to lust for him, I’ve also started to feel for him.
I crave his touch, which truthfully scares the living shit out of me, because on paper, we could never work.
My family is Hounds of Hell, and even with things appearing friendly now, that could change in a heartbeat.
I need to remember that this is all happening so he can keep me safe from Dagger and so I can find out who else was involved in my sister’s rape.
Aiden cuts the throttle while I decide this is a problem for a different day, and in turn, I slide my hand back and forth over his thick thigh. I don’t do this more than twice before he’s looking over his shoulder at me.
“Careful, Rhiannon. I’m already at the end of my restraint with you on the back of my bike in that fuckin’ leather.
Keep touching me like that, and you’ll have two hundred people watching while I fuck you ten ways from Sunday on the back of this bike.
” I intentionally slide my hand up his thigh and give his dick a light squeeze. I don’t hear the growl, but I feel it.
“You wouldn’t. You’re too good a leader to make everyone wait out here.” I know they won’t head in until he does.
“Wrong. The only reason I wouldn’t is because I don’t want anyone else to see what’s mine.”
I fight the feeling that blooms inside me with those words. Squeezing my eyes shut, I repeat: I cannot and will not fall for Aiden Foxx.