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I chuckle, not taking offense to that. I used to get that question all the time when I starting showing interest in cars. Only my dad didn’t ask. I smile sadly, thinking about him.
“My dad was a mechanic. He used to take me to his shop on my days off school and if he had some weekend calls. I would pepper him with questions and he would answer, showing me how to fix things, tell me what things were called. He showed me how to change car fluids and perform regular maintenance. I think it would have been weird if I weren’t a mechanic. I wanted to be just like my dad. Minus marrying a woman. Or anyone for that matter.” I press down hard, running my fingers along his shoulder blade.
“Fuck, that hurts,” Rax mutters, rolling his shoulder. “Your dad,” he stops talking for a moment and grunts, biting his lip again as I find an especially sore spot. “Your dad taught you about bikes too, or just cars?”
I grin. “My dad was a master mechanic. He worked on everything, no matter the year, make, or model. He had a real gift for anything with an engine and some shit without.” I take his arm and rotate it, not pulling it too far behind him. “Better?”
After I move from his back, Rax stands up and pulls his arm over his head, then stretches it in front of him. “Yeah, actually it is. Still sore as fuck, but I notice the difference.” He pulls me close to him. “What would I do without you?”
Giggling, I stand on tip toe and kiss the underside of his chin, his beard tickling my face. “Probably get out of the country undetected.”
“Doubt it,” he whispers, then kisses me hard. “Can you tell me what it is about you? Why do I like you and didn’t like the hangarounds that wanted my attention? Why you?”
I shrug, threading my fingers in the hair at the base of his skull. “Maybe because we have a deadline. As soon as you leave, you’ll have your pick of any woman you want.”
Rax looks at me strangely, but his lips thin and he nods. “Okay. How was Reverdale? Growing up there.”
Blowing out a long breath, I say, “Not great. Small towns breed small minds. People my age have been more accepting, but the older generation like my mother and older, not so much. That’s why I want to move so badly. I’m so sick of the judgement. It fucking sucks.”
“I don’t understand because I’ve never had that issue. Zeke likes dick too, but no one gives him shit. A few of the brothers and prospects fuck men, and we don’t really give a fuck, as long as they’re loyal. It’s shitty you grew up like that.”
My face tightens briefly, but I shake it off, pasting a smile on my face. “What about you, big bad biker?” I take his hand and twirl myself on it, putting my back to his front. “Why the Devil’s Rejects?”
“Devil’s Mayhem,” Rax growls, biting my shoulder hard. “Devil's Rejects is a movie.”
I yelp and giggle, moving from his arms. “That’s what I meant.”
He harrumphs, sitting down on the couch. “I told you about Zeke’s dad, Jermaine, basically taking me in?” I nod, sitting beside him. “Well, he was the sergeant at arms for the club since we were kids. He would let us tag along sometimes and the club kinda adopted us. It was destined that we would join one day. We prospected and worked our way up pretty quickly. When I got locked up, Zeke took my spot. He’s probably better at it. I didn’t ask many questions. Zeke does, but still gets shit done. He just uses his brain first. He’s hella efficient and makes shit happen fast. He’s calm and calculating when he does a job for the club.” He smiles, tugging at his hair. “He’s also smarter than me. Had he been given the job of taking down Barba, he would have made sure he wasn’t caught. He loses his temper, but it’s more controlled when he has somewhere to channel it.”
I lay my head on his leg and Rax’s fingers automatically start threading in my hair. I don’t even know if he realizes it. He’s better at this dating stuff than he thinks.
“I think you’re plenty smart, baby.” My eyes grow wide as Rax’s hand stutters in my hair. He calls me sweet pea, but that started off because he was being an ass. It stuck after that. I’ve never called him anything but his name.
I hold my breath, not sure what he thinks of me calling him anything else but Rax. But he just goes back to finger combing my hair. I let out a long breath, trying to pretend the slipup didn’t happen.
“Smart,” he says, continuing the thread of conversation, “but not clever. Zeke can be a hothead, but he’s smart and measured. He will fly off the handle, but when he needs to take care of business, he does with ease.”
“You look up to him.” It’s not a question.
“Always have.”
We lie in silence for a few minutes, Rax’s fingers feeling so good in my hair that I start to doze off. The slow strokes of his fingers make me miss something I’ve never had. I miss him and he hasn’t even left yet.
I honestly thought when I read about Patty Hearst in school that she was a fool. I thought if I were kidnapped, I’d fight until the very end. In my mind, I would have to be tied up and duct taped and handcuffed and any other form of restraint that was needed because I wouldn’t give up the fight.
Now look at me. Letting the man who kidnapped me at gunpoint rub my hair and bury his dick in me any time I want him to or when he wants to. I’m falling for him, already missing him when he leaves and he’s right here with me.
My future is bleak when I imagine waking up without Rax’s heavy arm locked around my waist. I don’t want to think about not brushing his hair every morning, seeing the long, thick waves tumbling over my lap. It’s not pleasant to imagine showering on my own now that I know how it feels when his big body cages me against the wall.
In short, I have gone from victim to willing captive.
Sighing, I turn over, burying my face in his belly. I kiss along the seam of his pants, feeling his cock grow under me. Rax grabs a fistful of my hair, pushing me closer to his abs.
Looking up at him while I nip at him, I ask, “What do you think about a round with those handcuffs?”
Rax smiles and nods. Excitement builds in my belly and I hop up, racing him to the room.
I didn’t think through what would happen when my hands were handcuffed to the headboard. I thought there would be a bit of teasing, then Rax would get my ass ready and fuck me hard.
