Chapter 11 #2
It took all my self-control not to introduce my fist to his face. Since they were so keen on meeting new things. Not that this would be the first time we’d fought. We all took turns sparring with each other with enough regularity that it wasn’t a new concept.
“We’d better go,” Kit said. She waved at the women. “It was nice chatting. You’ll have to come by the bar sometime.”
Kit worked at The Bunker, our club’s bar. The thought of Jordan going there and mingling with all the bikers and patrons who came out regularly, put me right back on edge. My arm tightened on her shoulders, pulling her more firmly against my side.
She wasn’t struggling in my grasp. She just put her arms around my waist, and laid her head on my shoulder. I looked down at her in surprise and she gave me a soft smile.
Fuck. A man could get used to having her in his arms.
Kit herded my brothers out toward their bikes and her car. I could hear Butcher complaining about her ruining their fun. My lips twitched into a smile. Despite the attacks—and their poor excuse for joking—I was glad they’d come out.
“I’d better get going or I’ll be late to pick up the kids,” Gwen said, hurrying away from us.
We watched as she bolted toward her own house, leaving Jordan and I wrapped up in each other.
“That was subtle,” I said with a laugh.
Jordan tugged against my hold, trying to pull away. Though I didn’t want to, I let her go. She smoothed down her shirt and gave me a shy smile. “Your friends are…interesting.”
Barking out a laugh, I nodded. “That’s one way of putting it. Calling them assholes is a better way.”
Her mouth opened, then she closed it again as she hesitated with whatever she’d been about to say. I waited for her to work up the courage to voice her concerns.
“Listen, Ricochet…” she started. “I don’t know what your intentions are-”
“I want you.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
A smirk settled on my face. “I want you,” I repeated.
Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not in the habit of sleeping with men I don’t know.”
“That just makes me want you more,” I replied. “But I didn’t mean I want to fuck you. Well,” I amended, “I do, but I meant I want you to be mine. To be my old lady.”
“Old lady?” she huffed. “I’m not old.”
I chuckled at that, noting the way she’d started blushing when I’d mentioned fucking her.
Her cheeks were pink and she kept flicking her tongue out to wet her lips.
It was easy to see it was a nervous habit, but it had my cock straining against my jeans as I thought about what else she could do with that tongue.
“It’s what we bikers call our girlfriends and wives,” I explained.
I made a mental note to ask Kit to have a talk with Jordan about all this.
She and the other women would be able to explain a lot of it to her.
I had no problem doing it, but until I convinced her to be mine she wasn’t going to be as open to hearing it from me.
“I- You’re great,” she said. “I mean, you seem like a really…good guy-”
“I’m not,” I told her, cutting her off. Stepping forward, I eliminated the space between us.
Despite her height she had to tilt her head back to keep eye contact as I stared down at her.
“I’m not a good guy. I’m…complicated. If I was being fair, I would stay far away from you, Sunshine.
But I’ve always been a selfish son of a bitch and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
” It was amazing. Being around her, my flashback may as well have been a lifetime ago.
Now all I had was a possessive desire to take her.
To keep her. To wrap myself up in her until I wasn’t sure where she started and I ended.
She shook her head, her breath coming out in shuddering pants as she tried to make sense of what I was telling her.
It was a stroke to my ego that she was clearly as attracted to me as I was her.
My eyes dipped down to where her nipples were hard and straining against her shirt.
It was my turn to lick my lips as I thought about sucking those rosy tips into my mouth.
Her eyes followed mine and she gasped, crossing her arms over her chest. She glared at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is a bad idea.”
“It is,” I agreed, “but I don’t give a fuck.” I dipped my head, watching her eyes widen as my nose brushed hers. “You’re mine. Soon enough you’re going to realize that.”
Moving back, I gave her space. She blinked at me, shocked into silence.
Giving her a nod, I turned and walked away.
My dick was hard in my pants and all I wanted to do was scoop her up into my arms, bring her back into her house, and fuck her until she was screaming. Instead, I forced myself to leave.
She wasn’t a one-night stand. I needed to figure her out because by the time we had sex, I needed her to be falling in love with me. Otherwise, she’d bolt and I’d never convince her to be mine.
I was going to have to wear her down. A smile settled on my face.
She didn’t realize it yet, but I was very single minded when presented with a challenge.
She’d been about to tell me that she didn’t want anything to do with me.
I just hadn’t let her. Just like I wouldn’t let her walk away.
I didn’t need to look to know she was still standing there confused, watching me go.
This was going to be fun. It was exactly what I needed.