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“Fucking hell.”
“Demonios scum!” The collective hiss went around the table.
Lyle went limp and all eyes snapped back to him. Phantom could stop now, Lyle was unconscious. He’d be fine in the long run, but was down for now. He could keep that up for minutes though, ten minutes or so, and then Lyle wouldn’t be fine. Many other people that Phantom had held like that had not been fine. They had been dead.
“Enough, Phantom,” Colt said softly.
Phantom snapped back into his body and gently released Lyle, so he slithered onto the floor.
“Help me take him to his bedroom,” Ash said, his voice catching. He looked up at Colt. “Next meeting, what the fuck do we do with Lyle?” Ash asked.
Colt nodded, sober. “Secretary, add that to the fucking meeting agenda.”
Sophie’s phone pinged and she immediately knew. It was Phantom. Flame emoji.
“Sophie, date number three,” his message said, “Tomorrow.”
She bit her lip and smiled. “Closing time is six, then I’ll clean up for a bit…” She typed back instantly.
He replied instantly. “Riding, then partying... BBQ at clubhouse…” There was a pause as he typed. “I want you to meet my family.”
Her heart flip flopped then. He meant the rest of the MC. A party at the clubhouse after a ride.
“Pick you up at eight,” he responded.
“Can’t wait, sounds perfect.” It all felt surreal. She’d gone from having a silent crush on a shady, mysterious biker who hung around outside her shop, to having a lover, an attractive, devoted hunk of a man who worshiped every inch of her. She’d barely spoken to him, barely spent any time with him, and then suddenly she spent all her time with him.
She immediately added more flame emojis to his name in her phone contacts list. She started with a flame emoji and then put one in between each letter of his name. He was hotness itself, through and through.
* * *
True to his word,just after eight, she heard the heavy rumble of his motorcycle pull up outside. She had hastily stuffed some essentials into an overnight bag and clattered down the steps of her apartment. She pushed open the door and there he was. An easy, relaxed smile came to his lips. Some of the tension he carried in his jaw was gone. He must have had a nice day riding. She smiled and realized her mouth was dry.
“Hey,” she said first, quieter than she’d intended. She hesitated and turned around to give him a profile view. “Am I dressed okay? I feel a bit too casual, I-”
His eyes flicked her up and down and he blinked slowly at her. “Hmm,” he grunted. He swung his leg over, took her bag and strapped it to the back of his bike wordlessly and swung himself back on and then looked around expectantly to her.
She wanted him to say yes, sure sweetie, you look lovely. He didn’t, of course, and actually did she really want him to say that? He wasn’t that kind of guy. He was Phantom. He looked happy, he looked like he approved of what he saw… no, in fact he looked hungry for what he saw.
She forced a breath out she hadn’t realized she was holding in. She approached the bike, gripped his shoulders and swung her leg over. She saw him watching her denim clad thighs shamelessly. She settled just behind his ass. He tugged her arm, pulling her closer. So she pressed forward, pressing her pussy against his back. His hand came back and repositioned her hips, angling them.
“Why, is it safer?” she asked.
He revved the bike and the vibrations went straight to her clit. She gasped and bit her lip.
He turned around and smirked at her. She giggled and lightly batted his shoulder.
“Elijah!” she mock-scolded him.
She reached under his jacket, feeling a skin tight, cotton T-shirt hugging his warm, hard body. He flexed a little under her touch. She took it as an opportunity to touch more of him than she had been allowed last night. Her nails roved around his waist, onto his washboard stomach. He groaned, stiffened, but said nothing.
When her hands stilled, and he deemed her grip hard enough, her hips angled correctly, her bottom close enough to his, he finally revved the engine again. He lifted his booted feet and they took off into the settling dusk.
* * *
But they hadn’t gone farwhen Phantom’s body tensed up suddenly. She felt it, she sensed it. He looked into his wing mirror. Once, twice… his head only moving a fraction of an inch. But suddenly his energy wasn’t free and easy. It was angry, like a swarm of bees, one moment, happily harvesting nectar, then provoked, fierce, angry. What was it that had provoked him? What had he seen?
He sped up, changed lanes, turned left, then left again, doubling back around. Were they being followed? She swallowed and clung on.
