His eyes just widen.
“I feel like we’re at an understanding.” Nodding my head as I release him from my hold against the wall.
“You think you’re so fucking tough?” He shouts out, only being able to fathom up enough courage to say the things to my back. “She’s trash.”
“You know.” I laugh, shaking my head, stopping, and turning back to look at him. “Tell yourself whatever you need to make yourself feel better.” When I step in to him, he takes a step back, pushing himself back against the wall. “I saw how much money your friends paid you for the little show that you were promising. To see her. I’m not sure they’re going to be all too happy that it won’t happen.”
“I’ll send them to you then.”
“Go ahead and try. I think they all know that’s not a good idea.” Taking one more step into him. “And after tonight, everyone will know that Tatum is off fucking limits and I’ll ban anyone who associates with you.”
“You can’t fucking block me.”
“We’ll see…” I pause. “Won’t we?” His expression alone makes me laugh. “Now, I’m going to go fuck my girl until she’s coming so hard, she’s screaming my name.”
His eyes darken and I know he wants to hit me, but he won’t. “She doesn’t cum.” Is the only thing he says.
I can’t stop the laugh as it rolls out of me, right into his face. “Oh, I know for a fact she does. Now her fault if you don’t know how.” His face hardens as I say it and he lunges towards me. “That’s not a good idea.” I know he’s furious because I just told him I can fuck his girl better than he can, and he doesn’t want to believe it, but he also knows my reputation.
Turning around, I walk out of the hallway and towards the door. Axe is smirking at me as I emerge and I shake my head and flipping him off, telling him to back the fuck off.
Walking over to Tatum, I reach over and touch her arm. “You okay?”
“You didn’t need to do that.” She snaps at me and I’m surprised. It’s been a long time since anyone has spoken to me like this.
“Are you fucking serious?” I shove the helmet over to her, pushing it into her stomach, and she glares at me.
“Yes. I am.” I don’t look at her as I kick over the seat and settle down onto it.
Even without looking at her, I know she’s glaring at me as she straps the helmet on her head and I crank the bike.
“Get on.” I tell her.
“Why should I?”
“Because you want to.”
“Do I?” She smirks, tilting her head, and I know the entire club behind me is loving this. Just as the guys back in the day loved it when my mom would pull this exact thing to my dad.
With the bike still idling, I stand up, just enough to lean in, just enough to tower over her. “Yes, you do.”
“And how do you know that?”
“You don’t think I can’t tell you’re squeezing your thighs together, trying to relieve just enough to be able to think rationally?” My eyes zone in on her mouth as she pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth and bites. “But it’s fine. You don’t have to think rationally with me, Psycho.”
“What, cause you’ll protect me?”
“Every time.” I let the smirk pull up onto my lips. “You’re always safe with me. You don’t remember how you can tell me your deepest, darkest fantasies?”
“Why?” she gasps out, giving her best effort to ignore my last statement. “Why do you protect me?”
“Honestly?” I look up at her, and she nods, telling me that’s what she wants. “I have no fucking clue.”
I’m not surprised when she kicks over the bike and she wraps her arms around me. I am surprised that just like before, when her touch has some way of lifting all the weight from me. I catch Axe looking at me with a smirk on his face as I roll past him and towards the clubhouse. As I flip him off, it makes him laugh harder.
I dreamt of our short ride for years. Sometimes I still do. I crave to hear that slight squeal she made as she hid her smile against my back, as if she was ashamed of enjoying it as much as she did.
I don’t even think twice about it, rotating the throttle back and letting us jolt off ahead of the club. Her squeal is just as intoxicating as I remember it being.
