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I dig money out of my pocket and lay it on the table to pay for the pie and to leave Violet a tip. I look over at the woman sitting across from me. She still looks scared, and I feel bad that I don't know what I can say or do to make her feel like this is the right decision. The only thing I can do is prove it to her. "Are you ready to go?"
She looks at me uneasily. "Are you sure about this? I don't have any money to pay you. I mean, when this gets solved, I can pay you then, but right now, I don't have any access to any of my money in the bank or anything."
I hold my hand up to stop her. "I'm not taking your money."
She crosses her arms over her chest. "I don't have any clothes."
She looks so vulnerable. It's the first time in a long time that I've wanted to comfort a woman. I can usually distance myself on a mission, but already I can feel myself softening toward Allison.
"Hey there, Kane. How's it going?" I draw my head up and see Josh, Violet's husband, walking up to me. Obviously, I'm losing my touch. Normally, I would've seen him coming down the sidewalk before he's already on top of me. "Hey, man, how's it going?" I say to him, holding my hand out for him to shake.
Violet walks up behind him and throws her arms around his waist. He turns, and they hug, and both Allison and I are watching them. I flinch when I see the longing on Allison’s face. It’s obvious she’s been through some shit, and I don’t just mean the death of her husband. There’s more to it.
Violet takes the bag from Josh's hand. "Thank you, honey.”
She holds the bag up to Allison. "We're about the same size. I had him bring me some clothes."
Allison is stunned. "Wow. Thank you, Violet."
Violet shrugs, smiling. “It’s no big deal at all.”
She pulls Violet in and hugs her tightly. I shake Josh's hand again and put my hand on Allison's lower back. "We'll see you soon."
Allison waves bye to them, and I walk with her out the front doors. My head swivels back and forth, looking, but I don't know what I'm worried about because I know that Reaper, Jason, Diesel, and a few of the others are standing at every street corner. Heck, one of them is probably up on a roof getting an eagle-eye view.
I take the bag from Violet and stuff it into one of my saddlebags. When I turn to look at her, she points at the bike. "I'm not getting on that."
I look between her and the bike. "Why?"
She puts her hand on her hip, and my eyes fall to her shapely body.
"I'm too big for that."
I shake my head, pull my gaze away from her thick thighs, and look her in the eyes. "No, you're not."
I throw my leg over the bike and lift it up. "All right. All you need to do is throw your left leg over to the other side, sit down, and hold on to me."
I'm not ready to even think about why I like the idea of her on the back of the bike with me. I never let a woman on my bike, but for her, I'm a little excited about it. She looks nervous, but I wait patiently for her to do as I asked.
She grabs on to my waist, and when she settles behind me, I grab the outside of her legs and pull her against me, tucking her against my back.
I barely contain the groan I have. The feel of her body pressed against mine is nice. Way nicer than I would have thought.
I turn my head to the side so I can talk to her. "All you have to do is hold on to me. Wrap your hands around my waist and hold on. If I lean, you lean. Don't fight it, but most importantly, trust me. We're only going a few minutes down the road, and I won't go fast."
"Okay," she answers, and I can hear the nervousness in her voice.
She wraps her hands around me and locks them on to my waist. My whole body goes warm at the closeness between us. I turn my head and ask her, "Are you ready?"
Her hands get even tighter. "Yes. I'm ready."
I start slowly, driving through town. It's not until I get to the end of the street that the other guys all join behind us.
"Are they with you?" she hollers.
I nod and yell at her over my shoulder, "They're with us!"
I feel her rest her head against my back. I try to imagine what she's been through these last few days, and I'm sure, right now, that all she wants is to sleep, probably forget that any of this ever happened. The further we go, the more her hands start to slide lower on my belly. I know it's innocent enough, but it has my dick stirring in my jeans. Fuck, I definitely need to get laid. I pull through the gates of the clubhouse and park right in the front. I help her off the bike, grab her bag, and walk with her through the building. A few of the guys are watching us as we come in, but I don’t stop and introduce her to any of them. I’m probably being a dick, but I want to keep her to myself a little longer.
They all nod, and I can tell that they're interested in her, and I can't blame them. She's a beauty. I take her down the hallway and lead her to my room. Opening the door, I point her inside.
She peeks in the doorway. "Whose room is this?"
I look at the half-empty room with a bed, dresser, and mirror in it. "It's mine."
She was about to walk in, but she stops and stares up at me. "I'm not sleeping with you."
At her words, my cock perks up again.