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“You ready?” he called over the roar of the engine. He reached back and laid his hand on my knee. “Make sure you hold on.”
I automatically wrapped my arms around his waist without thinking. I wasn’t going to fly off the back of the bike and have my day end before it even began. “I’m ready,” I called.
He squeezed my knee once and then grabbed the handlebar.
We carefully made our way out of the parking lot, and I could feel all the eyes on us. If this was how things normally were for Aero, I wasn’t sure I could handle it. I had to assume that since we were at a book signing specifically for MC books was the reason why it felt like we were on display.
It took a little bit, but once we were cruising down the backroads with the wind in our hair and the hot Texas sun beating down on us, I finally took a deep breath.
I didn’t know what was going to happen today or how long whatever this was between Aero and me would last, but I was going to do the only thing I could.
Hold on and enjoy the ride.
*
Chapter Eight
Aero
“I thought you guys were leaving today?”
I licked my spoon clean and dropped it into the empty cup. “Some of the guys did.”
We had driven for a couple of hours before we needed gas and something to eat. We had looped back over to Conroe, where we filled up and found an ice cream place. We had grabbed some ice cream and one of the picnic tables they had.
“Some?”
I nodded and tossed my trash in the garbage. “Yeah. Yarder, Cue Ball, Fade, and Smoke headed back to the clubhouse.”
“You guys separated?” Sloane asked. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
I chuckled and shook my head. “No, babe. We’re not constantly together. Sure, Yarder was a little pissed that I wanted to hang back, but he’ll get over it. Not like anything is waiting for us back home.”
“None of you guys have ol’ ladies?”
Hearing Sloane talk biker was kind of funny, but it was also nice to know I probably wouldn’t have to explain a ton of shit to her. “Nah, not anymore. Yarder was seeing someone, some chick called Poppy, but they broke up last year. Throttle was seeing someone too, but we never met her.”
“Interesting,” she mumbled.
“Why is that interesting?” I asked.
She shrugged, “I don’t really know why it’s interesting,” she laughed. “Though it is kind of weird that you never met the woman he was seeing.”
I shrugged, “Nah, it’s not weird. We do have lives outside of the club.”
“Do you?” she asked.
“Let me rephrase that,” I chuckled. “Some of the guys have lives outside of the club.” The club was my life. They were my family.
Growing up in the system, being moved from foster home to foster home didn’t give me much of a family. When I joined the Iron Fiends, a hole that was in my heart was filled. I wouldn’t know what to do if I didn’t have the club.
“What is your typical day like?” she asked.
“I answer this; you know you are going to have to answer it next,” I bargained.
She rolled her eyes but agreed. “Fine, but you first.”
“A typical day,” I sighed. Every day seemed different. “Well, I normally wake up and head to work.”
