Chapter Ten Deacon
The next half hour passed without Alexandra being eye-fucked by the guys.
While I eventually focused back on Bishop in the ring, I threw a look in her and Willow’s direction every few minutes.
Jesus, did Alexandra have patience when it came to Willow.
She worked over and over with her to make sure she understood the poses and how to hold her arms. While I would have freaked the fuck out and stalked off, Alex kept her head and never raised her voice.
When the instruction was over, Alex quickly bypassed me for the bathroom to change. “Did I dance good?” Willow asked.
“You did good, Kid,” I replied.
“She did well,” Rev emphasized behind me.
After turning around, I rolled my eyes at his grammar-correcting ass and then managed to smack him in the balls with Willow’s bag. “Be careful getting her home.”
Bending double, Rev wheezed out a few breaths. “My pleasure,” he muttered, through gritted teeth.
Willow happily reached for Rev’s hand. “Can we get ice cream today?”
Rev refused to meet my questioning look. Instead, he placed a finger over his lips. “What did I say about keeping secrets?”
She giggled. “Okay.”
As they started for the door hand in hand, I shook my head.
I’d seen Rev, with busted and bloodied knuckles, beat a man within an inch of his life.
But you put him in a room with a kid, especially Willow, and he was a fucking teddy bear.
I couldn’t imagine what it would be like when he finally had a kid of his own.
Although I had indulged in a few X-rated fantasies involving Alexandra, I still thought she was a good match for him.
I needed to stay on his ass about asking her out.
When I’d first mentioned it to him, he’d argued that he didn’t want to make things complicated for Willow.
I told him he was being a pussy, and then he walked away.
I guess it wasn’t the best pep talk to get him back into the game.
Alexandra emerged from the bathroom wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She looked a hell of a lot different out of her school clothes. I also couldn’t help imagining for a second what she looked like without any clothes at all.
Tossing her bag over her shoulder, she threw her hand up at me before heading out the side door.
Whether or not she realized it, she was easing into our world.
She didn’t find it necessary to ask where Willow was.
She knew that someone had come to escort her home.
Maybe she didn’t realize whoever drove Willow was followed by two prospects for added protection.
Of course, she might’ve had some questions as to why Archer slunk out of the gym after her.
I knew Case wanted her watched regardless of where she was.
When Bishop came out of the ring ten minutes later, I decided it was time to head back to the compound.
As I started to my bike, Alex’s car still sat in its space.
One of her jean-clad legs hung out of the door.
The hood was up, and Archer was bent over it, assessing the damage.
At the screeching sound of the car refusing to start, I knew a shot alternator was the reason she was still there.
When I walked up the car, she banged her fists on the steering wheel. “Dammit!” she cried.
“Easy now.”
Her gaze snapped up to mine. “This is the second time this week my car won’t start. The mechanic who worked on it swore to me it was fixed.” Under her breath, she mumbled, “Asshole.”
“Come on,” I said, urging her with my hand.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, come on. You’re not going to solve anything sitting there and pitching a fit.”
“I was not pitching a fit,” she growled.
“Easy, White Bred. I’m not the enemy here, got it?”
She exhaled a frustrated breath. “Fine. I’m sorry.”
“Look, I’ll get one of the club’s mechanics to come over and fix your car. Archer can wait here with it and make sure nothing happens to it. In the meantime, you can ride home with me so you can still teach Willow.”
Alex contemplated my words. “Is this mechanic good, or is he just going to take me for a ride?”
I laughed at the potential double meaning of her words. “No, he’ll do a good job, or he’ll answer to me.”
“And that’s sufficient motivation?” she asked curiously.
Cocking my brows at her, I asked, “What do you think?”
Instead of replying, she exhaled a long breath. “Fine,” she muttered before she grabbed her purse. “Feel free to take this time out of my pay.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary.” When she started to protest, I held up my hand. “What you do is worth far more than we pay you for.”
Ducking her head, she nibbled on her lip. “Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”
“You’re welcome.” Dammit if fired-up, angry Alex didn't turn me on then shy, appreciative Alex made my dick twitch.
When I got to my bike, I picked up my helmet to give to her. “Since I don’t have an Old Lady, my bike isn’t outfitted with a bitch seat. You’ll just have to sit really close to me.” Instead of taking the helmet, Alex remained frozen, staring at the bike.
“What’s wrong?”
She shook her head furiously back and forth. “I’m not getting on that motorcycle.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because I just can’t.”
“You don’t strike me as the chicken shit type.”
Her dark eyes flashed venom at me. “I’m not…chicken shit. I’m just practical. Motorcycles are very dangerous.”
“What happened to you wanting to ride one?”
“That was about me finding a way to change the subject before so you and Rev wouldn’t upset Willow any further by brawling at the table.”
“We weren’t brawling,” I countered. Once again, I shoved the helmet at her.
“Look, White Bred, I ain’t got the time or the energy for your particular line of bullshit.
It’s really pretty simple. You ride home with me and teach Willow, or you sit here in the hot as fuck parking lot waiting on our mechanic who may or may not be able to fix your car right now. ”
Tentatively, her hand reached out for the helmet. It didn’t escape my notice that she was trembling. “You were right.”
“About what?”
“I am chicken shit.”
I laughed at her acknowledgement. “There’s nothing to be scared of, babe. You just hold on tight to me, and I’ll do the rest. Okay?”
She took a step closer to the bike. Drawing in a deep breath, she slid the helmet on. As she threw a leg over the seat, I gave her my best genuine smile to which Alexandra gave me a goofy two thumbs up.
Shaking my head, I slid onto the seat in front of her. When her hands gripped my cut, I reached behind me to bring them around my waist. “This isn’t the time to be shy. Hold on tight.” I then gunned the engine.
When I tipped the bike off the kickstand, Alex clung to me like a second skin. Her thighs clamped against mine, and it took everything within me not to let my dick react.
Glancing over my shoulder, I shouted over the roar of the pipes. “Ya know, I would never let anything bad happen to you on my watch.”
“I wish that made me feel better,” she murmured.
“Trust me, Alex.”
Her fearful eyes met mine. She gave a slight jerk of her head. “Okay. I trust you.”
I knew it took a lot for her to say that, and it caused a weird tightening in my chest. Without another word to her, I turned back around and started easing out of the parking lot.
The moment we got out onto the road, Alex molded herself against me again.
I hadn’t had a woman on the back of my bike since Lacey.
My brothers might have a new piece of ass on their bike every week, but to me, it meant too much to give a ride to just any girl.
And even being as close physically as I had been with Cheyenne, I never had her ride with me.
Now just because of one fucked-up alternator, I’d broken my rule.
As we sped along the streets towards home with Crazy Ace, another one of our prospects, on my tail, I couldn’t help enjoying the feel of Alex’s arms around me, her fingers splayed into my chest. My mind immediately flashed to pulling her around to straddle me, arching my hips against her jean-clad pussy.
I couldn’t help groaning both at the image and my out-of-control thoughts.
The last thing I needed was Alexandra to feel me hard.
She would probably freak out and fall off the bike.
Finally, we reached the compound. I eased my bike into a spot and killed the engine. Glancing behind me, I asked, “You okay?”
Surprisingly, she grinned at me. “Yeah, I am. Once we got started, it wasn’t so bad.”
“Glad to hear that.”
She hopped off and took off the helmet. As she handed it back to me, she said, “Maybe you’ll take me riding again?”
While I was stoked she wanted to go again, I knew I had to shut her down. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, babe. You had some car trouble, that’s all.”
Alex stared at me for a moment before bringing her hands to her hips. “Don’t flatter yourself that I was insinuating I wanted anything more from you but another motorcycle ride.”
Before I could say anything else, Rev came out of the clubhouse. “There you guys are. Willow was getting panicky.”
“Sorry, my car wouldn’t start,” Alex replied.
Rev glanced between her and me. “And he gave you a ride on his bike?”
“Yes, he did.”
“Wow, he doesn’t ever let women on his bike.”
While I shot Rev a ‘fuck you’ look, Alex’s eyes widened at me. “You don’t?”
Scratching the back of my head, I replied, “I don’t like to be bothered with a bitch when I’m riding.”
With a roll of her eyes, Alex said, “Just when I think you might have redeemed yourself even a tiny bit, you go and say something like that.”
I couldn’t help chuckling as she stomped past Rev and into the clubhouse.
When he glanced at me and raised his brows, I shook my head. “Don’t ask until I’ve had at least two beers.”
He laughed and followed me inside.