Chapter 6
JessaI love being on the back of this bike. Even though I was a little hesitant at first, now I see why Chance loves it so much. I know he”s going easy with me being on the back of the bike, but that means that the ride is longer, and I get to enjoy it more.
When we arrive at this lunch spot, I find it no more than a food truck set up with a bunch of picnic tables in front of it. It must be great food because the place is packed.
Once we’re parked, he helps me off the bike, and we walk over to the truck.
”How do you feel about grabbing the food and bringing it back to my place to eat?” he asks.
”Sounds good to me. I actually like to eat at a table and not on the dirt,” I say, looking around.
Walking up to the window, I glance at the menu. Surprisingly, there’s a lot they’re offering and everything on it looks good.
”I don”t even know what to get,” I say, looking at everything from shredded BBQ to smokehouse chicken, pulled pork tacos and a variety of barbecue sandwiches.
”Why don”t you get the barbecue sampler? If you want to turn it into sandwiches, I”ve got buns back at the house. I”ll get two barbecue sandwiches, and you can try that too, and we”ll share each other”s lunch,” he says like it”s an absolutely normal thing.
”Sounds good to me.” I don’t let on how it affects me, as it”s more along the lines of what a couple would do.
He orders our food and insists on paying, giving me a dirty look when I reach for my wallet. Then he stands beside me as we wait for our food.
The girl full of sass from the other morning makes an appearance because I know normally I would never say what I say next.
”You know, with you paying, me being on the back of your bike, and after that kiss, this is starting to feel like a date,” I say intending to tease him.
”It better feel like a date because it damn sure is one,” he says with the utmost seriousness.
The smile that was on my face disappears. I say the first thing that pops into my head. ”Normally, you ask a girl out on a date and give her the opportunity to say no.”
”But you wouldn”t have said no. And I wasn”t giving you the option to say no.” He leans in and gives me a way too quick kiss on the lips before stepping forward and grabbing our food that was just called, shocking me that I did not hear them announce it.
We walk back to the bike, and without saying a word, he straps the food to the back, we get on and cruise back to his place.
When we arrive at his house, he takes care of parking his bike in the garage and putting everything back in its place. Closing the garage door, he takes the food in one hand and my hand in the other, leading me up to the house.
This will be the first time I”m actually at his place, and I”m expecting a typical bachelor pad. Instead, when we walk inside, it”s a perfectly decorated rustic cabin.
”Do we have a hidden gift for interior decorating?” I say partly joking.
”No, one of the guys at the club is married to an interior decorator. After I held a barbecue here and she saw how badly the house needed it, she inserted herself into decorating the house,” he says. Though there”s a smile on his face, so I know he appreciated it.
”Well, I think it”s very you with the rustic tones mixed with the motorcycle stuff.” I take in the main living area.
He takes me to the dining room at the back of the house, puts out the food, and then grabs us something to drink.
We sit, and over lunch, the conversation flows easily and comfortably. He is easy to talk to, where the dates I have been on many times just basic talk was like pulling teeth.
But then I was reminded that Chance said that this was a date, even though it was morning at the shooting range, and lunch at his place. Because we know each other so well, and I feel at ease with him, it’s the best date I”ve ever been. Ever. Not that I plan on telling him about past dates right now. It doesn”t seem like a good idea.
Once we finish eating, we sit on the couch in the living room and continue talking. Since I feel so comfortable with him, I ask something that’s been on my mind. ”Why did you move down here instead of moving back home to Rock Springs?”
He”s sitting at one end of the couch, and I”m sitting at the other, but we”re both turned sideways, facing each other.
”One of the guys that I served in the Navy got out, came back and joined the Club. He convinced several of us that served with him to join the MC. By that time, my parents had passed, so I didn”t really have a reason other than you guys to go back to Rock Springs, and I didn”t want to be a burden.”
”You know Alex would have been overjoyed to have you on that ranch, my parents, too. Hell, he still would rather have you there than some random ranch hand.
”Yeah, I know that, but I needed to make my own way, too.”
”I can respect that.”
”So, you came down here to Maplewood to join a motorcycle club?”
”Partly,” he says, and then he begins to look really uncomfortable.
”What”s the other part?” I ask, pushing my luck.
”And partly because I needed to keep my distance from you,” he says, shocking the hell out of me.
”Me?” I ask because there”s no way I heard him right.
He gives a dry chuckle and looks at me intently.
”You really had no idea? When I came home for your graduation, the way you had grown up knocked me off my feet. I think I fell head over boots for you right then. You were nothing more than my best friend”s little sister growing up. But seeing you graduating and standing there as a woman, I knew I wanted you in my future.”
I open my mouth and close it a few times before words actually come out.
”I thought my feelings were just one-sided because when you came home for my graduation, and I saw you for the first time, I didn”t even recognize you. At first, I thought you brought home a friend, and then I realized it was you, and those feelings were just so much more intense.” I admit to him.
Our eyes are locked together, and he”s breathing heavily, but neither of us moves.
”We can”t do this,” he says when I stand up to take a step toward him.
”Why not?” I ask, stopping in front of him.
”You”re Alex”s little sister,” he says, looking at me.
I shrug. ”He might be upset, but in the end, he wants us both to be happy.”
”I”m too old for you,” he says.
But there”s no conviction behind the words, so I smile and move slowly to climb on his lap, straddling him. He doesn”t stop me. Instead, he places his hands lightly on my waist.
”You”re going to have to come up with a better excuse,” I smirk before I lean in and kiss him.
He groans into the kiss and pulls me tight against him.
When I feel how hard he is, it turns me on even more.
”Does it make you happy to know how crazy you make me?” he says, as he glides his lips down to my breast, causing a surge of heat throughout my body.
”Yes, because you make me feel the same way,” I admit.
In the blink of an eye, he has me flipped over on my back and is staring hungrily down at me.
The way he cups my face is so gentle compared to how rough I”ve seen him be. It definitely doesn”t match the motorcycle club version of him.
”If we do this, you”re mine, baby girl. Whatever comes at us, whoever comes at us, we do it together,” he says.
I know he”s talking about my brother. “Yes. That”s what I want. I want you. I want us.”
He looks at me, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. ”I want us too, more than anything,” he murmurs before lowering his lips to mine in a searing kiss.
As our kiss deepens, the room around us fades away. After we appease our desire for a glorious minute, he pulls his shirt over his head, and helps me remove mine.
I gaze at his toned chest, his defined abs and the tattoos displayed there in black ink. It’s all I can do to keep my hands off of him when all I want to do is touch him everywhere.
”Are you sure about this?” he whispers hoarsely.
I nod, biting my lip in anticipation. ”I”m more sure than I”ve ever been about anything in my life.”
Lowering my gaze, I undo his belt and unbutton his jeans, my fingers shaking with eagerness. A surge of arousal is building within me, making me shiver in anticipation.
He watches me intently as I continue, but I can see the heat in his eyes
Finally, I pull his pants down and his erection springs free, standing tall, wide, and hard. I grasp it in my hand, the warmth and texture sending quivers of excitement up my spine.
Then he helps me out of my jeans and underwear, his hands gentle yet firm as he reveals my body to his eyes for the first time. I can”t help but revel in the way looks at me, with a mix of hunger and reverence.
His hands are everywhere, exploring my body. When his rough hands cup my breasts, and his fingers brush over my nipples, making them hard and sensitive, I cry out softly. He then slides one hand down my stomach, his fingers moving between my legs, teasing me with his touch. I moan, arching my back as his fingers find my entrance, slick with excitement.
He slides one finger inside me, and I gasp at the sensation, my body responding to his touch. When he moves his finger in and out of me, building up a rhythm, I beg for more. He then adds a second finger, stretching me further, and I can feel my orgasm growing.
”Are you ready for me?” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.
”Yes,” I breathe, not trusting myself to say anything more.
”Don”t move,” he says. Then disappearing down the hallway, he is back in record time. Before taking his spot back between my thighs on the couch, he slides on a condom.
He lines up and slowly enters me, my eyes widening at the sensation of his big cock filling me up. He goes slow, allowing me to adjust to his size and the new feeling. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, and he begins to move, his hips rocking gently.
”Fuck,” he whispers, his pace increasing, his hips moving in a rhythm that feels perfect, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
”Oh god, yes,” I cry, my head thrown back, my body arching to meet his every move. His eyes are locked on mine, and the intensity of his gaze matches the power of the feelings racing between us.
His pace continues to quicken, and I can feel my orgasm building, the tension coiling within me. He leans down, his lips finding mine, our tongues entwining in a passionate kiss as our bodies move together in perfect harmony.
”I need you to come for me,” he whispers against my lips.
His words send a jolt of electricity through me, and I know I”m close. I nod, desperate for him to continue, to bring me to the edge.
Increasing his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. I can feel the heat building within me, the pleasure rising to a crescendo. I tighten my grip around him, pulling him deeper inside me with each stroke.
”Come for me, baby girl,” he growls, his voice dirty and filled with lust. ”I want to feel you pulse around me.”
And with those words, I”m pushed into my orgasm. A wave of pleasure rushes through me, my body convulsing around him as I cry out his name, my climax shaking me to my core.
He continues to move inside me, his own release building, and when he finally comes, his muscles tighten and his body stiffens. Our connection fills me with his warmth. We stay entwined for a moment, our hearts pounding in sync, our bodies still trembling from the intensity of the experience.
Finally, he pulls out, kisses me gently, and disappears down the hallway. He comes back, having removed the condom, and with a warm washcloth. After he cleans me, he picks me up off the couch, causing me to squeal in surprise.
”Come on. I want you in my bed this time.” He carries me off to the bedroom bridal style. I enjoy every minute.