Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CRASH
The man across from me is watching me like a hawk as we wait for Stevie to come down.
I grin, looking down at my phone again, to show him that I am no threat, just here to pick up a girl to go on a date. Who fucking knew that Stevie could afford a place like this?
It says money that’s for sure.
“Hey.” I look up at the sound of her voice.
I watch as she walks toward me, making my dick stir in my jeans. She is wearing tight jeans that look painted on, a long sleeved shirt, with the material pulling tight across her chest, highlighting a set of breasts that I want to play with.
“Hi. You look good,” I offer, leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth.
She leans into the slightest touch, making my ego inflate at the thought of her wanting more of my touches.
Oh, baby, you are going to get so much more.
“Stevie, are you alright to go out with this young man?” the concierge asks.
I should be pissed that he is questioning my intention, I know most men would, but I like that he is looking out for her.
“I am safe with him, Rodney, I promise.” With one last look at me, he nods, then we leave.
My hand slips to the small of her back. She looks up at me at the contact, a shy smile flitting across her sexy mouth.
“So, where are we going?” she asks as we approach my bike.
“I was thinking we could visit the Chick Kings.”
Her eyes widen, and a smile brightens her face.
“I love fried chicken.”
“Yeah?” She nods. “I picked well, then, huh?”
“That you did.” She faces forward again, a gasp slipping from her when her gaze lands on my bike.
“Is that yours?”
“She is.”
“She?” I watch as Stevie runs her hands over the custom tank that I pained.
“Hayley.” I wink, and she laughs.
When we were in high school, I crushed hard on Hayley Williams from Paramore.
The tank is mostly black, but with an old-school style skull wearing a helmet. I also added some roses, mixed with the words: ‘Ride fast. Don’t die.’
“She is beautiful, Logan. I like this.” Her fingers traces over the words and the roses.
Shit, I want her fingers tracing over my body. Or wrapped around my dick, pumping me until I come all over her chest.
“Fuck,” I mutter low, reaching down to adjust my thickening cock in my pants.
I move closer to her, pressing my front to her back, letting my hands settle on her waist. Stevie is a slim woman, but with some curves, and tits that would entertain me for days.
“You up for a ride with me?” My lips brush against her ear and she nods. “You been on a bike before?”
“Yes. One of the guys from work gave me a lift home one day.”
“Mine is the only motorcycle you ride on, baby.” A wave of jealousy rides through me at the thought of her body pressed against another man while on his fucking bike.
She spins to face me, my hands sliding along her body as she moves. Lust fills her eyes, and her lips part. She is turned on by my demand and hell, that makes this so fucking hot.
“Even if he is a friend?” she quizzes, and I nod.
“Even then, baby.”
Her brow arches up in a challenge and I smirk knowing that I am about to get a fiery Stevie.
“Does that mean that no other woman gets on the back of this beauty?”
“It does,” I admit.
She huffs, before stepping back.
“We’ll see. I know how bikers work when it comes to women they sleep with, Crash. I am not na?ve. Hell, I have read many biker romance books and see how the bikers who come through here work.”
I laugh, making her frown, so I hold my hands up in surrender.
“I am not laughing at you, babe, but I have read some of the biker books you women read. Believe me, not all of them are close to what we go through in real life. And as for what you have seen with the clubs that pass through Phoenix, I am not like them. Sure, I am no saint when it comes to women, but I am not nearly as bad as some of my brothers,” I inform her.
She regards me for a short time before she nods, and turns back to my bike.
“Let’s get this baby on the road.” She grins at me.
“Fuck, you are perfect, you know that?”
“Wait until after you see what I can eat before you make that decision, biker boy.” She winks, stepping closer to my bike and placing her purse in my saddle bag.
Her ass looks good in those jeans— like they were made just for her. The round, juicy globes call to me, to be bitten and spanked. That is not something I am usually into, but seeing her bend over my bike is damn sexy.
Lowering my voice. “I like a girl who eats.”
She shivers, but says nothing, her dark eyes telling me everything I need to know.
“Here.” I dig out a helmet, which I borrowed from Madalyn, until I can get her one of her own.
Swinging my leg over my bike, I nod to her to do the same.
“Whose is this?” She holds the helmet, her shoulders tight.
“Target’s Ol’ Lady’s— her name is Madalyn, and she would kick my ass if I let you on my bike without one.”
Satisfied with my reply, she slips it on her head. I reach to click the strap under her chin before she can. My knuckles brush against her skin, drawing out a shiver from her.
“Feet on the pegs, and watch for the hot pipe.” With a nod, I watch as she slings her leg over my bike, her body pressing against the back of mine.
Fuck, she feels good. Her breasts press against my back, her thighs cradle mine, while her arms snake around my waist. My cock is throbbing behind the zipper of my jeans and I am not sure I will make it through watching her eat. Seeing her lick her lips while eating…
I love a chick who is not afraid to eat. It fucking turns me on seeing a woman taken care of, eating her fill of her favorite foods. Call me weird, I don’t give a fuck.
“You ready?”
“Yes,” she says, her lips brushing against my neck.
The small contact has my cock leaking, and my balls screaming to fill her up.
She wiggles in her seat, and I bite back a moan.
“Baby, you keep wiggling like that and we will not make it anywhere to eat,” I call to her.
Her hands tighten on my stomach.
“Maybe I will be okay with that.” Her voice is low, and full of the fucking promise of a good time.
I turn to face her, and she leans back to give me space. We look at each other for a few seconds, something passing between us. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and I picture those lips wrapped around my dick, while I tweak her nipple.
“You okay to go to the clubhouse? I have my own room there.”
Her chest expands and she nods.
“Yes.”
“Fucking A. hold on, this will be fucking fast.” I start up my bike and we ride off.
Checking around the street, I see that it is safe to pull off and I gun it. Stevie squeals in my ear, her voice filled with excitement. She whoops and laughs loudly, making me smile.
With her behind me on my bike—something I’d always said was only for my Ol’ Lady—it just feels right, like she was always meant to be there.
Maybe it’s too soon, but it doesn’t feel that way.
With the wind whipping around us as we ride, it feels freeing.
The scenery rushing past us, the sound of the cars honking their horns at me, the smell of the car fumes, it is all soothing.
Strange I know, but it is. Anything to do with the open road I fucking love.
It is why I love racing so much.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, I acknowledge the prospect, and he opens the gates. Stevie’s arms tighten around me, her thighs too, showing her sudden nerves. With one hand I rub her thigh, hopefully letting her know that she is safe here, with me.
Reversing into my spot, I shut down my bike and dismount.
Removing my helmet, I catch Stevie looking around the front yard of the club.
She takes in the playground set off to the side for Target’s twins, then looks further back, into the club’s garage, where I see some of the brothers still working, but I can see that they have clocked us.
“Oh, our little Logie bear has grown up, brothers. He has brought a friend home,” Savage calls out.
I flip the cunt off, and help Stevie off my bike.
“You okay?” I ask with a smile.
“That was freaking awesome.” Excitement fills her tone, her smile bright and wide.
I take in her pink cheeks, and her hair is a little rough from wearing the helmet but fuck, she looks good enough to eat. Plus, she is about to get more of that fucked look when I get her alone.
“Come on. Let’s go to my room, I am not sure my dick can take much more of being confined in my jeans.”
“Um, Logan.” She looks at me, with uncertainly in her eyes.
Her cheeks redden, and I worry that I have pushed her too far.
“What is it? You can tell me; you are safe here and we will not do anything you are not ready for.”
She looks around, before bringing her eyes back to me, her teeth nibbling at her lip.
“I am a virgin,” she rushes out.
Dropping her gaze to the ground, I lose the ability to speak, or fucking think for a split second.
A virgin.
How? She is fucking sexy, sweet, and amazing.
How has no other fucker been inside of her before?
Then my inner aloha perks up, and fuck me, my cock turns rock hard. She will only be mine. I will be her first.
“Say something,” She murmurs, a nervous edge in her voice..
“A virgin.” She nods. “You want me to be the first cock to slip inside your body?” I get another nod.
I stop wasting time; I lift her up, letting her laughter spill out as she lands against my shoulder. The teasing whistles from my brothers only makes her laugh harder, and the sound settles the last of my nerves—she’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Slapping my palm across her ass, she yelps, and does the same to me, her tiny hand spanking me making me laugh.
Once we reach my room, I close the door behind us and set her gently on the bed, both of us breathless from the anticipation of what we are about to do. I cannot fucking wait to sink into her tight pussy.
I get to be the first and only man to feel her heat.