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Snake
I take a deep breath as I put my cut on over my black button-down shirt before rolling up my sleeves. My heart is fucking pounding.
I don't want to fuck this up when I've already fucked up two years ago, unintentionally.
With a nod in the mirror, I grab my keys and leave my room, ensuring to lock the door. I stride into the common room, turning left to the front door, my mind going over this evening, making sure I have everything in my saddle for the date, when Celine steps in front of me, making me halt, nearly fucking crashing into her. I raise a brow, frustration pulling me, and she clears her throat, pulling her white bralette down a little, "I, uh, wanted to see if you wanted to hang out tonight."
I hear a few brothers coughing to cover their snorts while my dad, Bullet, and Momma grin wide in amusement.
I shake my head, "Not happening, Celine."
She furrows my brows, "So what? Now we can't even hang out as friends?"
I just snort and cross my arms over my chest, "Would you be happy with your man hanging with a girl he fucked for years?"
She rears her head back like I slapped her before she takes in my appearance, seeing that I'm all dressed up, then rasps, stating the obvious, "You're all dressed up."
The clubhouse quietens, the brothers taking in my appearance before they all start banging on the tables, making me drop my chin to my chest as my Momma squeals in delight. They all know I never date, and I never fucking dress up unless it's for someone I see as my forever, a future old lady. I lift my head and look around the room, shaking my head. All the clubwhores watch me as Helena's face goes red, realizing what is happening right now.
Chuckling, I lift my hand and say, "Alright, alright, settle down, y'all." The room quietens as I make eye contact with Celine; her breathing has quickened during the ruckus, and I start to feel a little bad until I see the hickeys on her neck, and I snort, "Yes, I'm all dressed. Yes, I have some food and a blanket in my saddle, and yes, I'm off to pick up the woman I plan to make, my old lady, who will be on the back of my bike tonight for our first date."
The clubwhores all glare as the club roars in excitement, and my mother jumps up and down, making me chuckle. Smokey smiles wide, but I see the pain in his eyes. His girl is still not giving him the time of day, still dating what's his face, while Doc looks at Kennedy, his sister's best friend, who he loves but doesn't want to hold her back, while Celine's face goes red.
"You're allowing someone on the back of your bike. I fucked you for years, and never did you allow me on your bike!"
I just grin and shrug off her so-called heartbreak. Yesterday she was fucking Bulldozer, the 69-year-old brother who also happens to be Breakers fucking grandfather. I go around her and lift my arm, ignoring her false outrage: "None of y'all contact me for a few hours; I have a girl to win over. Sniper, you're taking over the loans today."
The men bang on the tables, and the women's cheer echoes as I walk out the door. At the same time, Sniper groans, hating our loaning business, especially when most people who borrow from us are pains in the asses at returning the money they owe, but it's just tough shit. It was his idea when he was sixteen to start the fucking business and then hand it over to others because he had found his calling in the garage, and I had a girl I needed to collect.
Fuck I hope Sarah gives me a real chance.
Ten minutes later, I'm pulling outside Sarah's modest family home. It's dusty pink with flowers hanging off the porch. It looks homey, which makes me smile. I love that she's a family girl.
I notice her beat-up truck in the driveway and furrow my brows. Her grandfather left her his 1965 Mustang, and yet she sold it. Why?
I spoke to Spider again; Sarah lived and breathed that car; she helped her grandfather rebuild the engine, yet she sold it. I asked Spider why, but he wouldn't tell; he said it wasn't his story; only she had a good enough reason to do it, and Tommy would have been extremely proud of her.
The front door opens as I'm looking over that heap of junk getting my attention, and I feel like I swallowed my fucking tongue.
Jesus.
Sarah gives me a bashful smile, and my heart stops. Her red hair is down in waves, framing her heart-shaped face. My eyes travel down her body. Her blue t-shirt hugged her body; her jean jacket just opened enough for me to see, while her dark blue jeans hugged her legs nicely, flaring a little at her calves, just covering her wedged sandals.
Fuck me, she is beautiful.
I grin and climb off my bike before leaning my ass on the seat as she gets within a few feet from me before stopping, taking her fill of my black button-down shirt to my dark blue jeans and biker boots, but that won't do, not for me; I need to feel her. I lean forward and grip her hips before pulling her into my body, making her gasp. Without thinking, I lean down and place my lips gently on hers before pulling back. I smirk at her shocked state before gripping her hips and saying, "Come on, Spitfire, climb on the back."
She blinks before looking at my bike and then at me, "but-but I thought..." I kiss her gently again, loving the taste of her juicy lips and the sparks that shoot through me, cutting off her words. She knows only old lady's go on the back of a brother's bike. You don't grow up in our town without MC's knowledge.
"Climb on, baby."
Clearing her throat, she gives me a nod, and I smile, swinging my leg back over before she gently climbs on me, using my shoulders for support. She puts her feet on the pegs as I hand her the helmet that I picked up this morning before she wraps her arms around my waist. I go to pull her snug against me, but my girl glides forward, her front tight to my back, and I can feel her generous tits.
I place my hands on hers and try to swallow my groan, my cock growing harder. I turn my bike on and rev it before saying over my shoulder, "Hold on tight Spitfire," and then taking off down the road, causing her to squeal and hold me tighter, making me chuckle and grin.
Having her on the back of my bike is the best fucking feeling ever. Now I understand why our laws state only old ladies travel bitch, before the thought of this feeling with someone else sends shivers down my spine.
Twenty minutes later, I pull up at Meadow Cliffs, which overlooks the town. The sun is setting, and it's a perfect fucking evening for what I have planned; the temperature is just right. I park up before helping my girl climb off, then climb off myself as she removes the helmet, shaking her hair out. She takes in the view while I take her in, snapping a picture of the look of contentment on my phone before setting it as my background. Then I grab the blanket and various foods I cooked for us, from pasta and wraps to chocolate desserts, and set it all up.
