Page 20 of Ink

Gage and Sutton both look at me with wide eyes. I can’t believe I said that. I look at Gage, hoping he will help me out, but do I actually want him to? This gives me a chance to scope Sutton out more. I always run a background check on new hires just because I want nothing or anyone bothering the club or the shop, but with her I didn’t. Maybe that’s why I can’t get her out of my head.

Once I find out my usual shit I look for, she’ll be out.

“Like I told Gage, I appreciate your offer, but I’m perfectly capable of walking home,” she says, this time with a little more force behind her tone.

My brow arches. “I didn’t ask what you were capable of. In fact, I don’t think I asked if I could take you home. I told you. So let’s fuckin’ go.” I don’t wait for her to respond before heading toward the back alley. “Gage, close up!”

“There’s no talking him out of this, is there?” I hear Sutton ask Gage.

“I don’t got all day, Sutton!”

Her resigned sigh almost makes me feel bad for forcing her to let me take her home.

Almost.

Curiosity has won with this mystery of a woman.

By the time she makes it outside, I’m already on my bike.

“Hop on!” I yell over the motor.

Sutton takes a small step forward but hesitates, her face full of uncertainty.

“Thank you so much, but I’m fine walking.” She tries to wave me off.

“I’m not sayin’ it again, darlin’. Hop on!” She doesn’t move as she stares at the bike. I’ve never had to try this hard to get a girl on the back of my bike. This baby is a pussy magnet.

“Have you ever been on a bike before?” I ask. Sutton shakes her head slowly, almost as if she’s embarrassed. Jesus fucking Christ. Of course she hasn’t. Has this girl done anything in life? “Put your foot on that peg, hands on my shoulders, and swing the other leg over.”

Her hands gently rest on my shoulders as she steps on the peg and swings her leg over. She’s on the back of my bike, but she might as well be in a different country with how fast her hands dropped from my shoulders. The draft I feel from the cool night air flowing between us tells me she’s scooted as far back as she can on the seat.

“Hold on!” I yell over the loud rumbling of the bike.

Sutton hesitates before loosely wrapping her arms around my waist. She threads her fingers together just above my belly button, barely touching my cut.

“Hold on!”

“I am!”

Her arms stay loose around me.

“I don’t bite, darlin’! Well, unless you want me to!” I can feel her stiffen against me. Grabbing hold of both of her wrists, I pull her arms out in front of me, dragging her body flush up against my back. I can feel her pretty tits straining against that ugly ass fucking top.

“Wrap me up like you never want to let me go and not like you fucking hate me!”

I feel her snicker against my back as we take off. Her arms tighten around me every time I speed up. By the time we are coming to a stop at our third light, she’s loosened up enough to take her head off the back of my shoulder.

Tapping her knee to get her attention, I yell back to her, “Need to know where I’m goin’, darlin’.”

The light turns green before she answers, and I have no choice but to go with the flow of traffic. Pulling off into the nearest parking lot, I cut the engine.

“I need to know where I’m goin’,” I repeat, looking back over my shoulder, thinking she couldn’t hear me over the pipes. Sutton’s eyes are locked on a crack in the pavement that has a weed growing out of it.

“Sutton,” I try again.

If I hadn’t been studying her face, I would have missed her jaw tightening and the large swallow. She looks exactly like the pieces of shit do when they cross my brothers and I.

Guilty.