“She telling you it’s a dumb idea to go half-way across the country with a man in an MC, you barely know.”
“Something like that.” She smiles at me before stepping in and kissing me once. Pulling away, I hesitate, looking at her, wanting to make sure that she’s okay.
“I’m—”
“Stop.” She cuts me off. “It’s fine. It was nothing. Although I have one question.”
I brace myself, waiting for what she’s going to ask. I can only fucking imagine.
“What did you mean by it wouldn’t be the first time?”
I laugh out loud and I almost don’t want to admit it to her. “There may have been a time or two where I have finished with someone and then…”
“Gross.” She laughs, shaking her head.
“Sounds a little judgy on your part.”
“It should, cause I am judging you.” She laughs again as her hand rubs down my bare torso. Something about her pulling me back in. She looks around the campsite and nods to me as I look back to where I just woke up from as the 2 prospects pack up the area, moving it into the back of the van, and I shrug. “When are we heading out?”
“As soon as everyone wakes up.”
Glancing over, I see Axe move out of the tent, groaning. I can’t help but laugh again.
“I’m getting too fucking old for that shit.”
“Oh, come on, old man. You’re all good.”
“You’re only saying that because you haven’t seen El this morning.”
Tatum giggles from behind me. Making me laugh as well. “She doesn’t like it anymore?”
“Just don’t make direct eye contact.” He jokes again, even with him saying a mostly serious joke about his wife. There’s still no doubt in any of our minds how he feels about her. “And she’s never fucking liked it.”
I let out an abrupt laugh as Ella moves from the tent and, turning around, looking at Tatum and she buries her face into my chest. Trying to conceal her laughter at Ella’s disheveled appearance.
“Both of you are fucking assholes.” Ella grumbles out as she walks past us and towards the small coffee station that the prospects all set up.
When Ro and Sadie get up, they find us propped up by the bikes. It’s not long before we head back on the road.
The first bike week I ever went to was when I was 16. Dad brought Zeke and I. I was in-fucking-awe.
Now, it’s not as much fun. I mean, it’s something that we still do, and we always make a thing out of it, but it just doesn’t have the same sparkle to it, I guess, or I’m just jaded now.
Until I look at Tatum’s face, her eyes wide, taking in every detail as we move our bikes down the street to the house that the club rented out.
“We’re staying in here?” She gasps as we roll up into the driveway.
“Yeah. Well, most of us.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you’re going to be inside with me. And I’m going to be inside of you.” I lean into her and watch as the blush spreads across her face. “Now, I think I owe you something.” I grin at her, picking her up, tossing her over my shoulder, and can’t help but love it when I hear her fucking squeal out.
I’m already up the stairs and rounding the corner as I hear anyone else through the front door. Pushing our way into the room, I fling her down onto the bed and she looks up at me. “Pants off, now.” I tell her, causing her eyes to widen before she’s unbuttoning them, pulling them off as I match her movements.
As soon as we’re both stripped down, I move over to her, pressing her thighs apart as I lean over, kissing each one of them. Leaning closer to her, I look up as I press my tongue flat against her, licking up until I latch around her clit and suck.
Her body bucks against me, making my grin widen as I slip my fingers inside of her. My cock twitches at the sheer thought of her lips on it last night.
