Chapter Eleven
Yesterday was like a dream. Everything was so perfect, which only adds to my confusion.
I really thought at the end of this I would be able to pick one of the guys I liked most, but after two dates, I know that’s not possible.
Where Hudson brings light and laughter to my life, Walker brings a sense of safety and freedom.
With him, I felt comfortable enough to get naked without feeling like he would judge me. If anything, he made me feel valued. Special. The way his eyes ate up every inch of my body had me on fire.
Let’s not talk about his monster cock. I’ve never seen one as big and thick as his. It’s going to hurt going in, but I want to try. I want to be able to take him because I want him. I’m also very interested in what that Jacob’s ladder is all about.
I want Hudson too, though.
My mind is a whirl of emotions, so when my phone pings, I answer it right away.
Levi: Be ready by nine for our date. Wear a pretty dress.
I’m a little taken aback by how demanding he is.
Part of me wants to argue, but then I think about it and realize that’s the part that thinks I should be a strong, independent woman.
The woman inside of me who wants to be cared for more than anything else likes that he didn’t ask me what I wanted to do.
I make so many decisions for myself on a day-to-day basis that I like not having to make one.
I flip over to the group chat, smiling when I see everyone talking about some movie they watched last night.
Me: Sounds fun. Maybe next time I can come along.
Hudson replies immediately.
Hudson: Anytime. Every time.
I smile at that.
Levi messages next.
Levi: Of course, Angel. Shouldn’t you be getting ready?
I bite my lip as I type out my next message, hoping it’s received well.
Me: Are you always so bossy?
Three dings in a row.
Hudson: Every fucking day, darlin’.
Walker: Unfortunately.
Levi: You’ll learn to love it.
My heart is bursting out of my chest at Levi’s response.
I’ll learn to love it.
Love.
Could I love him? I think I could, but what about the others?
Me: We will see.
I leave it at that before I rush into the bathroom to get ready. I only have an hour before he will be here. It takes me nearly all that time to blow-dry my hair and pick out an outfit. I am painting on my lips when I hear him knock at the door.
My stomach feels fluttery at the thought.
My third date. After today, I am supposed to have a clearer idea of who I want to be with. What if this muddles my head up more?
Shaking the thoughts away, I open the front door and greet him.
“You look gorgeous,” he says, looking down at my dress.
It’s one I haven’t worn before. Troy always said it was too revealing. He didn’t want to be seen with someone showing off her body.
That’s why I chose it. I wanted to see if Levi would react the same.
“Fuck, I’m going to be beating them off with a stick, huh?” he jokes.
“What?” I ask.
He laughs. “Angel, you look sexy as hell. Every man is going to want a piece of you.”
I swallow hard. “I can go change.”
I go to move, but his arm catches my waist, pulling me back to him.
“Absolutely not,” he growls into my ear.
“I don’t want to embarrass you,” I admit.
“Fuck that. I won’t be embarrassed. I’ll be proud as fuck to have you on my arm. Let all those fuckers stare. I know how to fight, and I’m happy to if it means I get to look at you dressed up like that.”
In a couple of sentences, he has eased all of my fears. He makes me feel secure in myself.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
He presses his forehead to mine. “Of course. Any man who would make you change looking like that is a cowardly fool. I’m not scared of others looking when I know you will be coming home with me.”
Leaning up, I press a quick kiss to his lips. His eyes blaze.
“What was that for?” he asks.
I shrug, unable to put it into words, and he grins.
“I’ll let you have that one, but that doesn’t count as our first kiss. We will be having that when I drop you off tonight.”
“Promise?” I can’t help but ask.
“Promise. Let’s go. If I keep you here any longer, I’m likely to push you inside and forget all about being a gentleman.”
My pussy flutters at his words. I want that.
“Who asked you to be a gentleman?” I ask.
He growls. “Get your pretty ass into my truck.”
I startle at his demanding tone but find my legs moving. He grabs my keys from my hand, locking my door as he follows me.
In my driveway sits a large, lifted Chevy Silverado extended cab.
I look back at Levi as I come to stand next to it.
“Where’s your bike?” I ask.
He smirks at me. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you on the back soon enough. I wanted you in a dress, though, and while I would never crash with you on the bike, I cannot guarantee some idiot wouldn’t hit us, and I won’t risk you like that. So my truck will have to do today.”
Warmth blooms in my chest. He’s protective too, but it’s different than with Walker.
Walker makes me feel like nothing in this world can touch me. Levi makes me feel more secure in not only myself but what this could be between us.
It’s like that final puzzle piece clicks. The part of me that needed to be fulfilled.
It shocks me so much that I don’t say a word as Levi lifts me up into the truck, buckling my seat belt for me.
I swallow hard as I watch him walk around the front of the truck.
I like all three of these men more than I should.
I think I’m in trouble.
She looks like a smokeshow in her skintight black dress.
It hugs her curves so beautifully. Add in the blood-red lipstick she paired it with, and she looks like a fucking model.
Her cleavage is on display, but I don’t mind.
I’m salivating at it. I know I’ll be glaring at any man who looks at her longer than a second, but I meant what I said.
If she wants to go out naked, I will be by her side. She can show as much or as little of her body as she wants. It’s hers.
It doesn’t mean I won’t be right there fighting any fucker who thinks they can indulge longer than a passing glance. I’m that crazy too. I’d carve their eyes out of their skull without a second thought.
I take a deep breath, calming my mind.
I might be feeling a bit more murderous than normal. Transitioning to an MC was supposed to solve issues for us. Instead, it’s brought on a darker side of life. Sometimes it weighs on my soul.
Sure, we vote on decisions both as a club and as a clan.
Everyone thinks I’m the leader because I am a bit more forward and make my expectations known.
I present that way so my brothers don’t have to.
Walker is too silent and moody to step up and give orders, while Hudson can’t take anything seriously most of the time.
It was natural for me to take that role.
It had started to bring me down, though. I didn’t see the end of the dark tunnel until she walked into our lives.
She’s the light that I need to keep the world from crushing me. With her here, I could carry it on my shoulders without sweating.
“We are here,” I tell her as I pull into the parking lot of the park.
“Are you sure I’m dressed appropriately for this?” she asks.
I nod. “Wait there.”
Stepping out of the truck, I open the back door and grab my bag. Then I go around and help Esme out of the truck. I smirk when her entire front slides down mine.
I want to kiss her again. I couldn’t believe she kissed me in the first place. She’s shy. Reserved. I had only been hoping for a kiss at the end of the night, but now I wonder if it’s a done deal.
“Come on. I want to show you my favorite place.” I hold her hand as we walk down the paved path to the river.
“This is beautiful,” she tells me as I pull out my camera.
I get the focus right before I snap a shot of her. She hears the shutter, looking at me over her shoulder.
I take another.
“I’m not really model material,” she says bashfully.
I take another before I step closer to her, showing her the photo. She gasps when she sees what I do.
“You are a fucking goddess, Esme. The most beautiful thing I have ever had the pleasure of photographing. You’re right, though.
You aren’t a model, Angel. They couldn’t possibly hold a candle to you, and as much as I’m a fan of this outfit of yours, I don’t want your photo in a magazine for every guy out there to wank off to.
You’re mine. Ours. I’m afraid I’d be too busy beating all the men in the world to take care of you, so no, you’re not a model, but you sure as fuck could be. ”
She turns to me, her hands falling to my shoulders. “It’s like you know what to say.”
I frown. “I’m not giving you some line.”
She nods. “I know. Still, it speaks to part of me.”
After a moment of silence, she pulls back.
“So what do you do here?” she asks, looking back at the river.
“It’s where I like to go when I have a lot on my mind. Usually I go further up, but I didn’t think it through when I asked you to wear a dress. It’s a bit of a hike, and you are not dressed for that.”
She smiles over her shoulder at me. “Next time.”
I sure as fuck hope there’s a next time.
“Want to take a walk?” I ask.
She nods, reaching out to take my hand. We walk for several minutes chatting about nothing as I stop to take photos. Then she finally asks what I knew would come eventually.
“What made you want to take photos?”
It’s not something I normally talk about. I hate thinking about my childhood.