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Without waiting for my response, she took off, straight out the front door. When I whimpered, Tyson popped up beside me, putting his arm around my shoulders.
“I’m proud of you for that. I hope you know that.”
Looking up at him, I forced out a pained smile. “Everyone deserves a second chance. Even bitches like her.”
CHAPTER 42
CLINK
It took over a week before we were finally willing to let Hammer go. He begged and pleaded for us to kill him, but even after he was finally gone, I didn’t feel satisfied. I talked to Brewer about it. He said none of us would probably ever be satisfied because, dead or not, Mass was still gone thanks to that asshole. No amount of pain and suffering would’ve brought him back, and keeping Hammer alive wasn’t going to fix it. So we let him die and buried him in an unmarked grave outside of town.
Sam eventually told me everything that happened in that house. It took time, and she could only get a little out a day, but her therapist told her not to hold it in and once she finally got it all out, I think she felt better. And she stopped having as many nightmares once I assured her Hammer was dead.
I needed to wait a bit to go to rehab. Things needed to settle around the club first. And Croy wanted to celebrate Hammer being dead before I fucked off for a few weeks. Since I knew there wouldn’t be any drugs involved, I decided to wait, much to Tyson’s irk. Don't know why, but I still really enjoyed irritating the hell out of him.
The old ladies, Sam included, were the ones who planned the party. Sam finally convinced Croy to let her boss come help her so they could finish up the wiring shit before the party, and two weeks after she was taken, we were throwing the biggest shindig we could muster. Starting with a club run. Everyone was riding together, including Sam.
She shifted nervously from foot to foot, frowning at my bike. The thing was a thing of beauty, freshly cleaned too, and still she looked like she’d rather eat glass than get on the back of it.
“Come on, honey. I even got you a helmet.”
She bit her lip, wrinkling her nose at the helmet I held out to her. “That covers my head. What about the rest of my body?”
I groaned, dropping my head back. “Your body will be pressed up against me. And the crew ’ll surround us. I already checked with Brewer on our position. It’s perfectly safe, Sammy.”
She still hesitated until I offered her my hand. She might not trust the bike, but she trusted me, and she let me pull her closer until she was pressed up against me. I slipped my arm around her waist, drawing her closer to me so I could sip her lips. We fooled around plenty in the past few weeks, but I still couldn’t get enough of her.
“Come on, honey. Ride with me. I’ll protect you.”
She leaned her forehead against mine, a soft smile crossing her face when she finally relented. “Alright, fine. But if we die, my ghost is going to haunt your ghost and I’ll make your afterlife absolutely miserable.”
That caught me by surprise and I let out a startled laugh. “Jesus, Sammy. Way to scare a guy.”
She flashed me a cheeky grin as she took the helmet from me. I helped her with the strap and when she finally climbed on behind me, I let out a long breath. It felt like she belonged there, wrapped around me, and even though I couldn’t have drugs like I wanted, this was way better. Hell, I’d give up drinking if I could keep her just like this.
Like I promised, we were right in the middle of the pack. She had a death grip on me for the first bit, but she relaxed eventually and even put her arms out at one point, her fingers catching the air as we drove through the desert. The only time the fear came back was when I let go of one handle for a minute to rub her knee. She slapped my shoulder and forced me to grab on again, and I couldn’t stop laughing.
After a few hours on the road, we stopped at a rest stop for a break. There was a building with some fast-food joints, including a BBQ place that we’d been to before that we knew was awesome. While the rest of the crew headed inside, I grabbed Sam’s hand, yanking her towards the back of the building. I had her pressed against the wall and my tongue in her mouth before she could protest. Not that she seemed overly interested in protesting. Her arms and legs wrapped around me and she moaned, fisting my hair.
“It feels so fucking good to have you pressed up against me. I wanted to fuck you the minute you climbed on behind me.”
She moaned again, pulling my mouth back to hers. There had been no more outdoor shenanigans since the first time, and I wanted a repeat performance. It wasn’t even dark yet, but we were out of the way and no one ever came back here, so I wasn’t willing to wait.
Like the first time, we were both in a fuckin’ hurry. I set Sam on her feet and she started unbuttoning my jeans while I attacked hers. She was too practical to wear a skirt on a bike, but that wasn’t about to stop me. I spun her around, yanking her pants down to her thighs, and groaned at the sight of her peachy behind.
“Fuck, you’re the sexiest thing alive.”
Her only response was a whimper and her hips pushing back against mine. I ripped my zipper down, fumbling with my wallet at the same time.
“Clink. I’m on birth control.”
My head whipped up and I nearly self combusted right then and there. “Since when?”
She bit her lip, lifting a shoulder. “Last week. I didn’t mention it before because the doctor said it’d take a week to be in my system.”
Holy hell. “You little minx. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
She rolled her eyes. “Do you want to chat about it, or do you want to do something about it?”
