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“Come on in,” he said. “I promise it’s safe. I am safe.”
His apartment was unbelievably tidy. The walls were decorated with motorcycle memorabilia. In particular, there was a logo. The Phantom Angels. Did Wilson belong to a gang?
“What’s this?” she asked, a little nervous that this man might indeed be dangerous.
He chuckled softly.
“That’s the emblem for my club. I am the captain of the Phantom Angels. It’s a motorcycle club. You know Rowdy’s is a biker bar, right?”
Summer shrugged. Wilson paused, looking at her with a faraway look in his eye.
“You really are innocent, aren’t you?” he asked.
Summer didn’t really feel innocent. She felt like a woman. The biker club made him more intriguing. She ran her fingers on a leather vest hanging on a pub rack at the entry. She processed. Of course Rowdy’s was a biker bar. That’s why all the guys looked the way they did.
“So what does a motorcycle club do?” she asked.
The question flooded her with excitement. And when he cut his sparkling eyes to her, smiling.
“We’re not big bad wolves, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he said with a tilt of his head.
“What do you do? Just hang out?” she asked.
“More or less. Ride. Road trips. It’s a camaraderie thing,” he said. “We are there for each other.”
Just like Wilson had been for her that night. Safely getting her where she needed to be. He opened a closet and pulled out as set of sheets.
“I’ll sleep on the couch. You can sleep on the bed. You’re in luck,” he said. “I just made up the bed with clean sheets this morning.”
He laughed.
“Seriously,” he said. “I think you need to call your folks. Let them know you are okay.”
Now she laughed. “They’re probably passed out; something they do when they run out of booze. They’re not waking up.”
“Hey,” he touched her arm gently. “It’s not like that really? Are you just saying that to get a reaction out of me?”
It had not occurred to her to make up stories about her family just to get him to pay attention to her. She wanted his attention in a different way. She showed him.
“No,” she said lazily. “Promise.”
They were in the perfect positions. Each of them paused and were struck by the same notion. He moved in closer to her and her to him. They brushed their lips against one another so softly. A sweet surge pulsed through her. She had never experienced that when she kissed a guy before. It made her a little weak, a little lightheaded.
Wilson moaned. It was closer to a growl. His tongue snaked into her mouth and pressed against hers. He stroked the interior of her hot wet flesh, tasting her. Tantalizing her. He had a hypnotic effect on her. It was if he was blowing a force that flowed through her, liquefying her. He made her knees buckle.
He sensed that. He dipped and supported the small of her back with his broad powerful hand. She felt so secure as she sank into his arms. He pressed his hips into hers, grinding, dancing. Finally, he broke the kiss and pulled back.
“W-wait,” he said so softly. “What are we doing here? No.”
It was strange but Summer could swear that Wilson was the shy one instead of the other way around.
“We’re making out,” she smiled against his lips.
“I know that,” he giggled.
His laughter tickled her lips. He tipped his head to hers.
“How old are you?” she asked.
