Lakelyn Chapter 12
Last night had been somewhat restless. Not due to the bed or anything.
I was tired. Sleeping on the streets wasn’t comfortable, and it was impossible to relax completely.
It was because of everything Tyrant had told me.
I kept thinking it over, checking to see if I was dreaming, and then when I fell asleep, I dreamed about him.
I was still up relatively early. When I entered the kitchen, I found he was up and had coffee made.
I almost ran to the coffee pot. He chuckled and got a mug for me.
“Bless you,” I said.
“Welcome. Should I ask if you slept?”
“I did, but not enough. You?”
“The same. Why don’t you crawl back into bed? Get your rest while I’m at work. Cobra said River plans to help Crypto today, so you shouldn’t be disturbed.”
“I can’t, Tyrant. I’m one of those people who, once I’m awake, I can’t nap. I’m jealous of you and River. I wish I had something to work on. Are you sure there’s nothing around here I can do?” Before River and I left, I’d cleaned the house and done all the laundry.
Tyrant didn’t respond for a few moments, and then he asked, “Would you want to get out of the house? It wouldn’t be anything exciting, but you’d be out of the compound.”
“Could I?” I asked excitedly.
“Yes, if you want. Would you be willing to ride my bike? If not, we’ll take a cage.”
In the short time I’d been here, I’d discovered that bikers would do almost anything not to be in a cage, which was the name they called vehicles. They even rode in the winter for as long as they could stand it. I’d never been on a bike. It was a scary idea, but I was intrigued, too.
“I’d like to try it. I don’t know if I’ll like it since I’ve never ridden one. Where would we go?”
“That’s the unexciting part. I have to stop at the garage and some of our other businesses today. I try to do all of them at least once a month. We’d be running around town, but it would get you out of here.”
“How long do I have to get ready?” I asked. Any chance to be free and then spend it with him was perfect.
“Thirty minutes.”
“I can do that. Do I need to wear anything specific?”
“Wear your jeans and long sleeves. I know you don’t have riding boots, so your tennis shoes will have to do. Braid your hair if you don’t want the wind to blow it into a knotted mess. I’ll take care of the rest.”
I let out a slight squeal of delight, grabbed my cup of coffee, and raced out of the room.
His laughter followed me. There was no way I wanted to look like a dead zombie.
I rushed to find the makeup he bought me before.
I put on enough to look decent, then braided my hair.
My clothes didn’t take long to change. When I was ready, I checked the clock.
I had three minutes to spare. Checking myself in the mirror, I thought I’d do.
When I got to the kitchen, Tyrant was waiting for me. He nodded after checking me out. “You look gorgeous. Let’s go.”
He held out his hand so I could hold it. I was led outside to the front. His bike was there—he must have moved it while I was getting ready. With so many bikes, there seemed to be one making noise most of the time. It was busier in the early morning when the guys were heading to work.
“First thing, I want you to put this on. It’s too big, but it’ll protect you,” he said, holding a leather jacket open.
It had the Kings’ insignia of a skull wearing a crown with a bandanna tied around the lower half of the skull’s face.
I slipped my arms into it. As I inhaled, I knew the jacket was his. It smelled like him. He zipped it up.
“Put these on to protect your eyes, and then I’ll help you with the helmet,” he said. I took the goggles he held and put them on, and then he showed me how to hook the helmet. Before I was allowed on the bike, he slipped on his dark glasses. Then, he got seated and held out his hand to me.
“Put your feet on the pegs and watch that you don’t put your leg against the pipes. They can burn you.”
I carefully, though awkwardly, got my leg over the seat. There was a short backrest behind me. At least I’d feel less likely I’d slide off. I hoped.
“Scoot close and wrap your arms around my waist. If you need something, tap my leg and yell. Don’t try to anticipate the turns. Just let your body stay aligned with mine. If I lean, you go with me, no farther or less. Ready?”
I gulped, then took the plunge. “Ready.”
I had my hands around him, hoping I wasn’t squeezing too hard.
He patted my hand and then started his bike.
The roar was so loud. I expected that. The bike’s vibration and the way it felt between my legs startled me.
I swore it was vibrating straight on my clit.
I gasped. I thought I heard him chuckle, but it was impossible to tell over the engine.
He did something with his foot and hand, and then we slowly pulled away from the house.
Tyrant took his time to get to the gate.
He didn’t take off like a maniac when it opened, and we pulled out.
However, he increased his speed about half a mile down the road.
Before I knew it, I was checking out our surroundings.
The wind felt nice on my face. It was very different from riding in a car, even if you had the windows open.
We soon came upon other traffic. That made me tense up, but Tyrant reached back with his left hand and rubbed along my leg.
I knew he was trying to relax and reassure me.
Tyrant expertly maneuvered us through multiple lanes of traffic.
He kept his head constantly moving and watching all around us.
If anyone appeared like they might be coming into our lane, he’d honk his horn.
I didn’t know how long it had taken us to reach the garage, but when he came to a stop, I found myself disappointed, even if I was relieved to be away from the vehicles.
He shut down, then held his hand up for me to take it so I could get off his bike.
My legs felt shaky. After I was steady, he let go and swung off easily.
I was removing my goggles, helmet, and jacket.
“Well, should I ask how it was? Do I need to call Knife or Drax to bring a cage to take you to the other sites?” he asked.
“No, you don’t have to do that. It was scary but also fun. It was other drivers who made me the most nervous. I don’t think I could ever ride alone, but I can with you or someone experienced like you. I hated to see the ride end.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it and will ride more with me.
I want us to do this together. I need to share my riding with my old lady.
As for riding with anyone else, that’ll never happen unless there’s an emergency and you ride with one of my brothers, or if you rode with River.
Old ladies don’t ride other men’s bikes,” he warned.
“Why not? Surely, there have been women on your bike and the others?”
“Some might allow it before they claim a woman. I didn’t. You’re the only one who has been on this bike or any bike I’ve ridden. That spot is reserved for you, bébé. You don’t ride other men’s cocks or bikes,” he growled.
He had his glasses off. I moved closer and put my arms around him. I tugged until he lowered his head, and I latched onto his mouth. I thoroughly kissed him, and he returned it. When we ended it, both of us were slightly breathless. I smiled up at him.
“I don’t want to ride anyone else’s bike or cock. Now, show me what you’ve got to do today. Who knows, maybe I’ll knock out some mechanic work while I’m here and show you, men, how it’s done,” I teased.
He threw back his head and laughed. He held me close as we walked inside. All chatter died away when we entered, and every pair of eyes was on us. There were looks of astonishment. I couldn’t figure out why. Were they that shocked to see Tyrant with a woman?
Handler came over to us while the others stood where they were. “I didn’t know you were bringing Lakelyn with you. Morning, honey. How was the ride?”
“Morning, Handler. The ride was fun. It’s my first one.” I leaned closer so the others wouldn’t hear me. “What’s up with all the staring? Do I have mud on my face or something?”
Handler chuckled. “No, you don’t have mud on you. For one thing, you’re stunning. The other reason is that they haven’t ever heard Tyrant laugh like that. They’re shocked, and undoubtedly dying to know who you are and why he has you with him. He’s never had a woman on his bike either.”
“You don’t laugh?” I asked Tyrant.
“Not a lot,” he answered.
“We have to change that. Alright, show me what you two do here all day. Do you sit in the office and talk or get greasy?” I joked.
“You keep it up, and I’ll put your ass in a pair of overalls and make you get greasy,” Tyrant growled.
I laughed because I had no clue about anything to do with cars besides putting in gas, checking the windshield washer fluid and tire pressure, and changing a tire. I confessed that to them as we walked toward the other men.
“You’re further ahead than most women and a lot of men. Of course, if everyone knew what to do, we’d be out of business,” Handler confessed.
We stopped in front of the group watching us. Tyrant made the introductions. “Lakelyn, these are our mechanics—Dutton, Everett, Kev, and Jesse. Guys, this is Lakelyn.”
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you guys,” I told them.
I received nods and chin lifts. I saw them checking me out. They had no idea who I was to Tyrant.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too, Lakelyn. Gotta say, we don’t see anything as beautiful as you in here. How do you know Tyrant and Handler?” Jesse asked.
I wondered what I should say since Tyrant hadn’t told them what I was to him.
Before Tyrant could answer, the one called Kev popped in, “I gotta say, she’s an improvement over the women you usually have at the club. But why bring her to work with you?”