“Yeah.” Ella laughs again. “We go way back.” She laughs again. “But she doesn’t have a property patch or anything.” Ella shrugs again, bluntly explaining the situation.
“She doesn’t?” Sadie’s eyes widen as it registers, and she looks back at Zane. “Oh, this is going to end terribly.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, looking from one woman to the other.
“Tatum.” Zane calls out from behind me as he nods towards his bike and I watch the other men, along with their ‘ol’ ladies’, walk back to the respective bikes. I get a close look at the back of their kuttes as they make their way, and I tilt my head in confusion.
“Tatum.” Zane calls me for a second time, getting my attention, and I pause as Zane places the helmet on my head, strapping it underneath my chin. “You coming?” he asks, standing with the bike between his legs and I nod as I kick over the seat, straddling it myself, and we sit down simultaneously.
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I sit close to him as he starts the bike and we start off on the road once again. There are two men, one with another woman, who is wearing her own kutte, in front of us. Ro and Sadie are on the bike to our right, but just in front of us. Sadie catches my eyes, nodding her head.
We head through the desert, and then trek up the mountains, which seems like it takes forever. I can’t help but continuously look around us as we ride throughout the country. Once we’re out of California, we drive through Reno, and then there doesn’t seem to be anything for a long time.
I’m shocked when the men in front of us all pull off of the road, in the desert, in the fucking middle of nowhere.
“Why are we stopping?” I shout over to Zane and I can feel him chuckle underneath me.
“We’re camping for the night.” He laughs while he says it.
“Well, that would have been fucking nice to know before I decided to come along.”
He rolls the bike to a stop before looking behind himself as he looks at me. “And would that have swayed your decision?” He leans in close to me, resting the front of his helmet against mine, looking me in the eye. “Huh?”
“No.” I whisper and he smiles.
“Good.” He pulls the helmet off of his head.
“My ass has been sweating this entire time.” I say, making him laugh.
“Don’t worry, the sun’s going down. It’s about to cool off, significantly.” He nods his head again. “In an hour, you’re going to be crawling onto me to warm you up.”
“Doubtful.”
“Oh, yeah?” He smirks at me this time. “What’d you bet on it?”
“If I do, which I won’t. I’ll suck your dick.”
“And you wouldn’t do that otherwise?” He laughs as he looks at me again. I can’t help but smirk at him and shrug. “I see.” I watch as he contemplates it. “In front of whoever’s there.”
“What?”
“You’ll suck my dick, right there where ever we are.”
“Uhhhh.” I hesitate and he smirks, shrugging his shoulders.
Kicking off of the bike, he walks over to the van that has been following behind the group as they toss him a tent and he walks over, setting it up.
“You’re joking, right?” I finally walk over to him, yelling.
I can see his shoulders jump as he chuckles to himself and he turns, looking up at me as he holds the pole he’s about to shove into the ground. “Tatum, look if you don’t want too, if you’re afraid you’ll lose—”
I laugh, cutting him off. “I’m not gonna lose.”
Shoving the last pole into the ground, and a slight grunt comes out of him. I can’t help but feel it throughout my entire body. “If you’re too scared. You don’t have to. All you have to do is admit and say out loud that I was right and you were wrong.”
I grimace at him, rolling my eyes and it makes him laugh even louder as he stands up, somehow putting up the tent, which looks to be much bigger than I thought it would be, as we bicker.
“That’s what I thought. Your choice.”
