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hand from hers and walk away.
“Will we be eating dinner?” she calls out.
“I’ll be eating you for dinner,” I murmur.
“Steel!” she berates and I turn back and chuckle. “Sorry, sure dinner. I’ll take you somewhere nice. Be ready at seven. I won’t be late, I don’t want you to be either. Got me?”
Her lip turns up. “Don’t make me change my mind.”
“Seven,” I reiterate.
She huffs and nods. “Seven. If you’re late, I’m going to—”
“This should be good.”
“Hey! I can be badass,” she tells me. I turn looking at her raising my eyebrows ignoring the fading roar of the bike engines all leaving me behind.
“Just sayin’ badass is badass, babe. I can’t wait to see what other cuss words I can ween from you.”
She smirks and looks back at the centre door making sure it’s closed. “Well… shit then.” She smiles brightly as I bring my hand to my chest like she’s shot a cupid’s arrow straight through my heart as I chuckle.
“Geez Flame, you got me burnin’ up again.”
She rolls her eyes and closes the gate locking me out. “Your brothers have left you behind, better go catch Santa on your toy run little biker boy,” she teases.
I smirk and shake my head. “You think that fence will save you from this bad boy biker, Miss Willow?”
She chuckles turning around and walking toward the door, her red hair cascading over her shoulders and falling along her back in waves, making me want to run my hands through and clench onto it as she sucks my cock. I shudder at that thought.
“I’ll see you at seven, biker boy."
Groaning with the friction in my pants at the thoughts in my head and the vision of her taut arse walking away from me, I shake my head turning around running my hand through my hair and walk back dodging cars to my bike. Techie sits on his Harley waiting for me. Adjusting my straining cock in my pants as I reach my bike, Techie chuckles at me.
“So getting it on with the locals, Steel my man?”
“I saved a kid, so we’re goin’ on a date. Seems fair.” I chuckle at my summation of the last ten minutes.
Techie tilts his head looking up to the sky. Shit, I know that look. Here comes information overload.
“You know red hair is associated with the MC1R gene. It’s a recessive and rare gene that occurs in only about two percent of the world’s population.”
I stare at him blankly and shake my head. “So?”
He huffs and rolls his eyes. “So people like kindergarten teacher over there are a rare find. I’m just saying that the Kinsey Institute did a forty year study on the percentage of relationships that worked, and found that only one in ten people develop a relationship where both sides of the couple stay in love with each other until the end of their life.”
I continue to stare blankly at him listening to his stupid percentages and useless crap information. “Techie, English please.”
“The odds are not in your favour, Steel. That’s all I’m saying.” He slaps my shoulder and starts his bike. The roar of the engine helps my heart to plummet further down my chest. I look over to the child care centre wondering if Techie’s right. Maybe Willow is way out of my league. She’s a good girl. Beautiful, bright, has a decent job. She deserves better than a biker like me.
Swallowing hard, I grab my lid and cram it on my head forcefully. I don’t bother to do it up. I feel like breaking the law, rebellion is what I’m good at after all. Throwing my leg over my Hog, I sit down on the leather seat pulling my ride upright as I start the engine.
I glance back over to the centre to see Willow looking out of the window staring at me and my chest tightens. She smiles and waves, and I huff and kick back the stand and pull on the throttle.
“Fuck!” I murmur and hammer down into the traffic not looking to see if anything’s coming. A car honks but I don’t care, I just want to get away.
I can’t think about her.
She’s too good for a
“Will we be eating dinner?” she calls out.
“I’ll be eating you for dinner,” I murmur.
“Steel!” she berates and I turn back and chuckle. “Sorry, sure dinner. I’ll take you somewhere nice. Be ready at seven. I won’t be late, I don’t want you to be either. Got me?”
Her lip turns up. “Don’t make me change my mind.”
“Seven,” I reiterate.
She huffs and nods. “Seven. If you’re late, I’m going to—”
“This should be good.”
“Hey! I can be badass,” she tells me. I turn looking at her raising my eyebrows ignoring the fading roar of the bike engines all leaving me behind.
“Just sayin’ badass is badass, babe. I can’t wait to see what other cuss words I can ween from you.”
She smirks and looks back at the centre door making sure it’s closed. “Well… shit then.” She smiles brightly as I bring my hand to my chest like she’s shot a cupid’s arrow straight through my heart as I chuckle.
“Geez Flame, you got me burnin’ up again.”
She rolls her eyes and closes the gate locking me out. “Your brothers have left you behind, better go catch Santa on your toy run little biker boy,” she teases.
I smirk and shake my head. “You think that fence will save you from this bad boy biker, Miss Willow?”
She chuckles turning around and walking toward the door, her red hair cascading over her shoulders and falling along her back in waves, making me want to run my hands through and clench onto it as she sucks my cock. I shudder at that thought.
“I’ll see you at seven, biker boy."
Groaning with the friction in my pants at the thoughts in my head and the vision of her taut arse walking away from me, I shake my head turning around running my hand through my hair and walk back dodging cars to my bike. Techie sits on his Harley waiting for me. Adjusting my straining cock in my pants as I reach my bike, Techie chuckles at me.
“So getting it on with the locals, Steel my man?”
“I saved a kid, so we’re goin’ on a date. Seems fair.” I chuckle at my summation of the last ten minutes.
Techie tilts his head looking up to the sky. Shit, I know that look. Here comes information overload.
“You know red hair is associated with the MC1R gene. It’s a recessive and rare gene that occurs in only about two percent of the world’s population.”
I stare at him blankly and shake my head. “So?”
He huffs and rolls his eyes. “So people like kindergarten teacher over there are a rare find. I’m just saying that the Kinsey Institute did a forty year study on the percentage of relationships that worked, and found that only one in ten people develop a relationship where both sides of the couple stay in love with each other until the end of their life.”
I continue to stare blankly at him listening to his stupid percentages and useless crap information. “Techie, English please.”
“The odds are not in your favour, Steel. That’s all I’m saying.” He slaps my shoulder and starts his bike. The roar of the engine helps my heart to plummet further down my chest. I look over to the child care centre wondering if Techie’s right. Maybe Willow is way out of my league. She’s a good girl. Beautiful, bright, has a decent job. She deserves better than a biker like me.
Swallowing hard, I grab my lid and cram it on my head forcefully. I don’t bother to do it up. I feel like breaking the law, rebellion is what I’m good at after all. Throwing my leg over my Hog, I sit down on the leather seat pulling my ride upright as I start the engine.
I glance back over to the centre to see Willow looking out of the window staring at me and my chest tightens. She smiles and waves, and I huff and kick back the stand and pull on the throttle.
“Fuck!” I murmur and hammer down into the traffic not looking to see if anything’s coming. A car honks but I don’t care, I just want to get away.
I can’t think about her.
She’s too good for a
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