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“You say that like it’s super simple.”
“It is.” He nodded to the operator in the nearby station at the bottom of the mountain. “Denny over there won’t let you face-plant.”
Carefully stepping toward the chairlift, Jupiter rolled her eyes. “No, but you might,” she mumbled under her breath. It wasn’t true. Rubble would never let anything bad happen to her if he could help it.
“Okay, you ready?” Rubble scanned her face, worry reaching the corners of his eyes.
Before she could respond, the chair neared, and she squealed, carefully leaning backwards and into the seat. Rubble’s hands hovered around her waist but never touched. The lift slowly rose, taking them higher.
“Holy shit, I did it!” She turned awestruck eyes to Rubble.
“No doubt in my mind.” Adjusting the ski poles, he grinned. “Now, enjoy the view. It’ll be a lot different on the way down.”
Turning her gaze to the mountainside, Jupiter inhaled the crisp air and watched skiers below. Some zipped down the paths while others teetered before falling. The sun shone brightly overhead, no clouds in sight. She breathed a grateful sigh.Learning how to ski during a storm would be five times worse.
“I always liked riding these even if I wasn’t skiing.” Rubble swung his legs precariously, nothing below but blankets of snow to catch a fall. “During the games, I usually bounce between mountains, checking in with local authorities, and breaking up fights if needed.”
“Why does Macha care so much?”
He turned questioning eyes toward her. “What do you mean?”
“Motorcycle clubs aren’t known for being decent. They’re terrifying, ruthless, uncaring assholes who do drugs, have tons of sex, and create havoc with anyone who spits in their direction.” She noticed a teenager wipe out below on a snowboard, a wide smile on his face despite the fall. “But Macha isn’t like that.”
Rubble chuckled, the deep sound resonating in her own bones. He placed his left arm on the top of the seat behind her. His mismatched blue and green eyes were full of mischief, a common expression when they were together.
“Macha is all of the above, Jupiter. We’re ruthless assholes when we need to be. Uncaring when someone threatens those we love. We’ll fight anyone who disrupts our way of life. Yeah, drugs happen, but we regulate that shit for our club and the town.” He tipped up her chin and searched her eyes. “And hell yeah, we have lots and lots of incredible sex, but Machaisdifferent, baby girl. Surely, you’ve seen it. We’re not a mainstream MC. We’re better.”
She swallowed hard, the intensity of his gaze making her belly turn somersaults. “How do I know if I should trust you?”
He pushed back her short braids. “Trust your gut. It hasn’t been wrong yet.”
Rubble read in between the lines of her question. It wasn’t the first time the quiet mountain of a man had done that. He was an enigma in the MC world.
“We’re getting close to the top. You ready to dismount?”
His words snapped her attention back to the present activity. Taking a breath, she faced forward and saw the small hut at the top of the slope. “Maybe I’ll just ride this all the way back.”
“Oh, no you don’t.” He linked his arm through hers. “Don’t pull me down. I fall like a tree. It isn’t pretty, believe me.”
Laughing at the imagery, Jupiter gripped his arm tight, and they easily hopped off the chair and slid away while the lift continued happily around the circle.
“Over here, beautiful.” Rubble waved his ski pole toward a path marked Green.
I can do this,she repeated to herself. The trail wasn’t overly busy, just a few tourists here and there.
“What about that? Shouldn’t I try the bunny slope first?” She pointed to the sectioned off area where children and first-time skiers practiced.
“Nah. You got this, come on.”
Grumbling, she followed him to the trail and stuck the ski poles in the snow. “All right, teach me, sir.”
His eyes darkened at her last word. She’d meant it as a joke, but the way he reacted made her mouth dry. He’d mentioned tying her to his bed during the billiards game. It wasn’t a joke. Not in the least.
“I like the way you say that.” Rubble delicately kissed her. “But for now, we’ll focus on skiing and not sex.”
A surge of desire shot through Jupiter’s pussy at the underlying promise. Suddenly, she didn’t want to ski. She’d rather explore his insinuation.
“How about some highlights?” He slipped on his sunglasses, the sun poking out from behind the clouds. “If you need to fall, do it on your side, not face-first or on your ass.”
