“I call you—”
Her laughter cuts me off before she starts. “Yeah, sure you fucking do.”
“Fine,” I hesitate as I look over and catch eyes with Sadie, who instantly looks away from me, I can see the blush spreading across her face as she subconsciously bites her lip. She glances at me a second time as her lips falls from her teeth’s clench and I can help but imagine how they feel around me. How her throat would feel as I press my cock inside of it. How her eyes would look as she was knelt down on the ground looking up at me.
“Ro?” Snaps me back from the inappropriate thoughts of Sadie. I only wish that the way I obviously affect her didn’t make my dick twitch as she did it. And that I wasn’t on the phone with Care, who can somehow see right the fuck through anyone, as it was happening, even if they aren’t standing in front of her.
“Sorry,” I murmur as I turn around and start to walk away from where I force Sadie and my daydreams about my cum filling her mouth to stay in their place. “Can you meet me in an hour?”
“Yeah, sure.” She doesn’t need to ask me where, she knows. It’s the only spot that we’ve ever met at. It used to hold some sort of weight, at least I thought that it did. Now, I feel the same way about it as Care always has. Now… it’s just a spot.
Pulling up, I kick off the bike, and walk inside. Sure enough Caroline is sitting in the same booth she always does, and I don’t even need to make it all the way over to the table before I realize that Billie is sitting next to her.
“How’d you know?” I ask before I even sit down, and they both laugh, shrugging.
“We knew it was a matter of time.” Billie says. How far she’s come since she met Khan really makes me feel like a brother proud as hell of his sister. I only hate that I wasn’t able to protect her like I should have back then. To keep her safe like I swore to myself I would with all of the girls. “You know we will do anything to help.” She says before she smiles at me.
“Fuck that.” Care starts. “We’re going to fucking rule all of them.” Her enthusiasm makes me laugh as I just calmly shake my head. Caroline somehow is always this combination of responsibility and chaos. I can’t even begin to understand how she manages it.
Billie just cuts Care a look, she may have gotten her confidence back but she’s was always more level-headed than Caroline ever was. Care just got caught less because she’s more calculated with what she does. “We?” Bil says, raising her eyebrow at one of her best friends.
“Fuck you.” Care launches back at her, making me laugh even harder. It takes me back to when we were all young and dumb. How easy it all was.
“When are we starting?” Billie turns to me and asks.
“It’s going to be a few weeks. 6-ish, probably. We are going to start running them this week. Build up the hype.”
“How?” Care asks, suddenly in business mode. She knows this isn’t going to be an easy task. We don’t have the warehouse any longer.
“Don’t worry. By the time that you guys get there. It’ll all be good to go.”
“How are you going to get it back?” They both look at me. Asking the question that they wanted to ask from the beginning now.
“Don’t worry about that.” I tell them before I stand up. “Had I known that this was going to be this easy I would have just talked to you about it over the phone.” I shrug to them before I start to walk back towards the door.
“Ro,” Billie’s concerned voice stops me, and I turn around looking at her. “Please, be safe. If you need to call the club.”
I sigh as I walk back up to them and sit down, again. “Look, I love those guys, even though they’re not quite my brothers, but we have to do this one ourselves.”
I can tell that they both want to say something in response, but they remain quiet because they know that I’m right.
?
“Come on.” I tell Sadie, gripping her by the arm, forcing her out the door, and I kick over the bike. I’m convinced the only reason why she’s not concerned about it, is because the rest of my brothers are filing out of the house as well or maybe she trusts me. I’d rather believe the former, though.
“Oh, I get to see civilization!”
“Yeah,” I say as I grip a hold of her arm. “Because I don’t trust you in the clubhouse by yourself.”
“Why?” She toys with me, batting her eyes. “Are you afraid that you’re going to find me in your bed when you get back?” Her directness takes me aback for a moment. I can’t get a grasp on her or what exactly it is that she’s trying to do. Is she just trying to get me to lower my guard, that way when she finds something again, I won’t stop her? Or is she trying to weasel her way into the clubhouse permanently?
“My room’s always locked.” I tell her, looking down, and handing her the helmet.
“Oh, come on,” a smile spreads on her lips, “you think that I’ve been around MCs for years and that I don’t know how to pick a lock?” I start to answer her question, but I stop, watching her as she shoves her head into the helmet.
I’m not exactly sure how to answer her question. I have no idea how long she’s been around MCs…not like I care.And most women who hang around don’t really give a shit to learn anything while they’re here. She looks up at me when the helmet situates itself on her head and her eyes seem to light up as if she knows that she’s tripped me up. Reaching up, I push the visor of the helmet down, concealing her eyes from me now. Her eyes making feel like I have to answer. Her eyes making a small voice start to tell me that I need to thaw out my frozen heart. I watch her shoulder bounce as she lets out a laugh.
I feel her as she kicks over and slides up behind me. Her arms tightening around me.
