Chapter 5
Trixie
“I think about you all day and night.” Brandon rubbed his firm dick against me and squeezed my bottom. Because I was a shorty, I felt his erection above my pelvis.
Holy crap, I couldn’t believe this was happening. I’d waited for what seemed like forever for him to make a move or give me an inkling that he was interested in me, so I could make a move. He’d never alluded to anything until the note.
In fact, sometimes I thought he couldn’t stand me with his short responses and by how quickly he left after getting his order.
I really enjoyed having his hands on me, and his body flush against mine. If he wasn’t wearing the mask, I could kiss the base of his neck and get our own party started.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Like honestly, the man should have given me a clue at the very least. Which made me wonder how long he’d been interested in me.
“Because you’re too young.”
“I’m twenty-one.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. And old enough to be groped. Of course, if I blurted that part out, he’d probably stop, and I didn’t want him to stop.
“Yeah, too young.”
“Oh, geez. Then what am I doing here, Brandon?” Now I was annoyed. I pushed him off me. No chance I would dance all sexy and dirty with a guy who thought I was too young but touched me like I wasn’t. “Are you just screwing with me? Do you get off on torturing me?”
Before I could storm off and head home, I was lifted off the floor as if I didn’t weigh more than a dried leaf and tossed over Brandon’s shoulder.
I squealed, then landed with an oof as my head bounced a little. Brandon stunned me completely. I held onto his waist, and sent up a prayer, asking the good Lord to give him the strength not to drop me on my face.
“What are you doing?” I was more excited than I could ever recall being in my life.
Strangely, nobody in the bar seemed to notice what was happening between us. The partygoers carried on like a man carrying a woman over his shoulder, caveman style, was a normal, everyday occurrence.
Brandon held my size-16 body easily, and I had to say, I’d give him permission to do anything to me after this. There was nothing hotter than a man who went after a full-figured woman. Nothing hotter in my book, anyway.
Being a chubby chick had its challenges. Not many men liked thick thighs and curves. But here was Brandon taking me somewhere as if he owned me, and this bad boy was about to find out, I wanted to be owned by him.
Please, Lord. Let him take me to his bedroom. Please. Please. Please!
The inside of the clubhouse was dark and glowing lights everywhere. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and in the corners. Carved pumpkins were lining the walkway and glowing from within.
There were so many jack-o’-lanterns it made me wonder if the members and their kids had done them.
How fun if they had. Maybe they had a contest, too.
Growing up with parents who didn’t think much about holidays because they were always working, made me feel like I missed out on a lot of fun activities like carving pumpkins.
With Christmas fast approaching, the club probably did Secret Santa or some kind of gift exchange. I wouldn’t expect them to do caroling, but you never know. I’ve heard Storm’s wife, Maddy, was a phenomenal singer. They had karaoke on Friday night.
Hey, it was Friday night! Maybe they had some spooky karaoke planned. Speaking of music…
A creepy song magically played from somewhere.
The Halloween decorations were on point. Completely fabulous. I still couldn’t believe I was here to see it all.
According to Emilee, the old ladies in the club put this event on and worked together to make it amazing.
The president’s old lady, Maddy, lead the charge.
She loved fall and Halloween. I’d even sampled her favorite treat back in the bar: candy corn and peanuts.
The interesting mix was the most addictive thing I’d ever eaten.
It was the perfect blend of sweet and salty.
Honestly, I could have finished the bowl all by myself but refrained in front of Emilee and the others.
I would love to meet Maddy, but apparently, her youngest was sick with the flu, so she stayed home, and the Prez stayed with his Angel. Emilee had told me that if Storm could avoid leaving his wife’s side, he would. That was how much he adored and loved his wife. He sounded like a dream.
We entered a spine-chilling stairwell that led down into a basement. I hoped there wouldn’t be a dungeon down there, where Brandon chained me to wall and left me to rot with the rats.
The image I imagined was frightening and almost made me want to leave. Almost. But I wasn’t that worried and would rather take my chances. I might get some wicked sex with the man of my dreams. Speaking of…
“Brandon, where are you taking me?”
His large paw-covered hand squished my flesh. The gesture was enough to make me wet. So, I kept my stupid mouth shut. The last thing I wanted was to deter Brandon from his plans.
Hopefully, his plan included sex and lots of it.
I must’ve sounded desperate.
In a way, I was totally coming undone with the prospect of getting it on with this sexy, stone-cold biker, who had zero trouble carrying me.
I’d been in a dry spell for years. Never quite feeling right about hooking up with other men, when I’d had my sights on Brandon Adams.
God, I prayed the drought would finally be over.
He stopped at a door. “I’m going to put you down so I can take my keys out. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”
“You don’t even need to ask. I’m not going anywhere.” I wasn’t crazy. The loud and wild kind of crazy, I could be like that. But not the out-of-my-mind kind who would pass up being with a hunky, strong biker.
Nope, I was sane and fully aware of what I was doing.
“Good.” He carefully set me on my feet, fished out his keys from his pocket, and unlocked the door. Opening it, he waved me on to enter and he flipped the light switch next to the door and ceiling light turned on illuminating the space.
I entered what I assumed was his bedroom, but maybe not. There wasn’t much in it and it felt generic. Like it could have been anyone’s room.
There was a bed, dresser, nightstand, and an egress window. The linens were black. Not a single picture was on the walls. My keen eye didn’t spot anything personal.
Somehow, I sensed this was totally Brandon’s vibe: simple and tidy. There was even a fresh scent as if he’d cleaned today and put freshly laundered sheets on the bed.
Spotting snow in the window well was a little alarming. Usually, a plastic cover would keep the well clean, but it’s possible there wasn’t one or it had been blown off by some strong winds.
My ears perked up and dialed into a howling wind.
Yikes.
Well, I wouldn’t think about the blizzard conditions right now. I was right where I’d dreamt of being for far too long.
“Now, I can finally take this off.” He removed his wolf mask. His face was red and sweaty, and as beautiful as ever.
“Were you really watching me the whole time I’ve been here?”
“Yes.”
“But why would you ignore me?” Admittedly, my heart hurt a bit knowing he’d seen me and had done nothing. He just let me wander around by myself.
Duh, he always ignores you at the deli so why would it be any different tonight?
Excellent point.
He went to his closet and put his costume gear on the shelf, then went to the other side of the closet, where he had a mini fridge. Brilliant! He took out a couple of beers and handed me one.
“Thanks.” I popped the top and sipped it. Beer wasn’t my thing, but I was a hot, panting mess so this would do.
Mmm, cold and refreshing.
Brandon sat on the edge of his bed and guzzled his beer. His icy-blue eyes landed on me, and he checked me out from head to toe.
I stood taller so he could get his fill, fighting hard not to cower to his roaming gaze. I wasn’t usually self-conscious about my weight and curves. People either liked me the way that I was or not. I honestly didn’t care.
But this man. This perfect specimen of masculinity and his muscular body made me question everything about myself… For a split second.
Reality was, Brandon wanted me here. He’d even carried me the entire way.
And because of his bold actions, I would stand fucking proud and confident in my curvy body!
I had a million questions I wanted to ask about him, his club, and me. But I sensed if I let my mouth run wild, I would overwhelm him, then he’d probably kick me out of his bedroom.
So, totally uncharacteristic of me, I remained silent and waited for him.
“You make me nervous.” Finally, he spoke, and his words were not at all what I’d been expecting.
“I don’t mean to.” God, I felt awful hearing that I made him nervous. It wasn’t like I hadn’t noticed how he withdrew at different times in the deli. Talk about being an insensitive, pushy witch. Damn, I was angry with myself right now.
“It’s not your fault. You just make me feel certain ways I’ve never felt before.”
His honesty was endearing. Wow…
Keep quiet, Trix. Let him lead the conversation.
“And I’m worried about your age. Six years is a lot. What would your parents say?”
“Brandon, I’m a grown woman. They would respect my decision. And six years isn’t that much.” Why was he hung up on our age difference? There were plenty of couples with larger age gaps than six years.
“Growing up, I used to hear my mom say how three years age difference was perfect for a long, happy marriage. I believe her. Her and my dad never fight and love each other.”
“And that’s great, but I’m sure if you told her about me, she would give us her blessing.” I couldn’t see why his mom wouldn’t like me. Everybody did, but then again, people were strange and had their reasons as to why they liked and didn’t like others.
But more than that, why did his mother’s opinion matter so much? It was sweet to respect her, but our age difference wasn’t so bad. Was it?
“I can’t ask her.” He gulped what was left of his beer, then tossed the can toward his closet.