I hate how fucking good it feels to have them around me.Shaking my head, trying to rid my mind of the thoughts about her standing next to me, nearly naked. Revving the engine until we start to roll away from the clubhouse and I feel her pull closer to me. I’m positive, I feel her chest vibrate and hear a giggle escape her lips as we pick up speed, and a squeal before she leans her hand onto my back.
Kicking the stand down, I see the heads turn as I stand. Sadie uses my shoulders to move over the seat, and she stands next to it while I kick over.
It’s been almost a year since I got out, and this is the first that most of these guys have seen me. Tally sent out the word, but nowhere on it was my name. I’m sure people had heard that I was out and wondered if I was going to show.
But I’m doing my best to not break my parole, or really not get caught breaking my parole.
Pressing the palm of my hand to Sadie’s lower back, I start to move her through the crowd. “I’m surprised you trust me enough in public…” She smirks over at me causing me to roll my eyes.
“I don’t,” I lean into her, glaring. “Which is why you are not going to leave my side while we’re here.”
“Please.” She murmurs before I turn, pulling her in close to me, and staring down at her, daring her to say what she is thinking. She’s not stupid though, so she remains quiet.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” She bats her eyes as if she’s innocent.
Fucking innocent, I know better than that.
“Sadie.” Her name, carrying weight with all the questions that it implies.
“I’m just saying, let the first woman come up to you and you’ll forget that I’m even here.”I wish that was even possible.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Shaking my head at her as I say it.
“Oh, I don’t?” She laughs as she leans into me, bringing us closer than I’m comfortable with. “I’ve seen every woman in here turn and give you that look as we walk in. All mouth-watering, trying to get a taste of the infamous Ro. As well as every one of them glaring at me right now, because they have no idea who I am or why I just rolled up on the back of your bike. Come on, Ro, you don’t strike me as the unobservant type…” She baits me. I know what she’s talking about. I wouldn’t say that I necessarily hate it, it can just grow old at times, but it’s also a nice stress reliver when it needs to be.
I don’t let her words send me over the edge, instead I grab a hold of her arm, pulling her with me towards the front of the crowd.
“Ro.” A blonde woman next to me touches my arm, but I brush her off.
“That doesn’t happen, right?” Sadie whispers up to me, and I just shake my head.
“Speech!” I hear someone chanting behind me as I still look down at Sadie. “Come on. Ro! It’s been a while!” Another shouts before chanting starts from the crowd which surrounds us.
“Your congregation awaits.” She smirks. “I’m not sure they’re going to let you get out of this one.”
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SADIE
I can hear Ro ramble to everyone behind me, but I’m not really paying attention to what he’s saying. People cheer along with his words.
I would be lying if I tried to say that the way everyone stops when he walks up, how every woman wants him, isn’t somehow a fucked-up turn for me.
I know that I won’t have to search hard to find something to numb the ache that’s starting to crawl its way through my body.
“I’ve never seen you in around here.” The deep voice whispers into my ear. I roll my eyes, instinctually, because he obviously doesn’t know how aware I am about them just starting this back up.
Turning around, I look at him and smile, biting slightly on my lip. Something in his eyes makes me want to laugh. It could be because I don’t have to look up at all to look him in the eyes or it may just be because I’ve never been able to take the traditional pretty boys seriously. They just give off that vibe that I’d be significantly crazier than they are and they wouldn’t be able to deal with me. “Maybe you just haven’t paid enough attention.”No, I like my men to be almost traditionally attractive, but it also looks like life has drop-kicked them in the face, you can tell in their eyes that they have been through some shit. That they’ll be able to keep up with me. That I won’t be the trauma in their lives.
“Trust me, I’d pay attention to someone like you.”
I can feel his hand come down and rest on my hip. “You wouldn’t even know what to do with someone like me.” I can feel the smirk spreading on my face.
“You want to see what I would do?” He asks, raising one eyebrow.
“Nah,” I laugh out, looking away for a second, and then back at him. All hints of humor then leave my face as I add to my answer. “Unless… you have something that would make me sticking around worth it.”
