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Authors: Kati Wilde
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farmhouses. Now a chain-link fence is all that separates the clubhouse parking lot from the neighbors on both sides—a self-serve frozen yogurt shop and a laundromat. Across the street, a Starbucks shares a building with a local pizzeria and a taekwondo dojang. A little farther down, the street is lined by long rows of midsize houses with tiny brown lawns.
The bike slows as we turn into the parking lot. The old car dealership used to have big front windows, but those probably hadn’t lasted long. Now the front of the clubhouse is walled in. Though only a single story, it’s a big and boxy structure, resembling a warehouse. Almost a dozen motorcycles are lined up outside the building. Each door of a big three-bay garage is up, and there’s a small crowd around the entrance to the first bay.
When Saxon rolls in, all eyes turn our way. That’s to be expected. Acknowledging the club president’s arrival is standard protocol. But their gazes linger on me, until the focus of the entire group has shifted away from whatever they’d been gathered around.
A motorcycle, I realize—and my lips part on a horrified gasp when I see the state of it. The chrome pipes are beat to shit and the tires slashed. It looks like someone took a sledgehammer to the tank and the front of the frame. And I know that bike. It’s Lily’s. Jesus jumping Christ. That’s not just a bike but a custom chopper Lily ordered from Wheels Up a few years ago. Whoever fucked it up hadn’t just destroyed a motorcycle but a freaking work of art.
Tension has turned Saxon’s muscles to iron, but his manner is easy when he brakes at the edge of the group. Lily’s crouching beside the ruin of her bike. The red around her eyes says that she’s been crying. I’d bet anything that not one Rider has seen her shed a tear before, not when she knows they might call her weak for it. But some of the guys are looking a little weepy themselves and no one is going to blame her for crying over this.
Saxon touches my knee, letting me know that it’s safe for me to get off. As soon as I do he snags my wrist and pulls me close again. He’s still straddling his motorcycle, his booted feet flat on the ground, and now I’m all but sitting in his lap. Everyone is staring. Casually I unbuckle my helmet and try to pretend that the way he’s stating his claim without saying a word is nothing, and that my heart isn’t thumping through my ribs.
His arm circles my waist, but his focus is on Lily’s bike. “I’m guessing you didn’t take a bite of the road, Zoomie.”
“No, boss.” Lily stands and her gaze flits to my face for only a second before returning to his. “Not unless I bit it while riding in the hangar at Tucker’s field.”
The airfield where she works. “So you were up in the air and it was locked away?” Saxon asks.
“I was. And it was.”
“And you didn’t see who did it.”
Her jaw firms and her eyes are like flint. “I wouldn’t be here if I knew, boss. I’d be busting some fucking heads.”
Saxon nods. “We’ll find out. You got a ride in the meantime?”
“I’ll figure something out.”
“Talk to Blowback if you can’t. He’ll hook you up.”
For just an instant, the flint in her eyes sparks, as if she might tell Saxon to shove that suggestion right up his ass. But whatever set her temper off, she quickly swallows it. “I will.”
“All right. If you see my veep, send him up to the Crib. I’ll be there until I’m gone,” Saxon tells them, then gives my ass a little smack, a signal for me to get up again.
He seems to like spanking me. I don’t really mind it, either. In front of everyone, it’s not really a turn-on—it’s just kind of fun, and I love that he’s treating me as if I’ve been hanging around the clubhouse longer than five minutes. As if it’s completely natural for me to be there and there’s no reason for everyone to keep staring.
Threading his fingers through mine, he leads me through the garage.
The bike slows as we turn into the parking lot. The old car dealership used to have big front windows, but those probably hadn’t lasted long. Now the front of the clubhouse is walled in. Though only a single story, it’s a big and boxy structure, resembling a warehouse. Almost a dozen motorcycles are lined up outside the building. Each door of a big three-bay garage is up, and there’s a small crowd around the entrance to the first bay.
When Saxon rolls in, all eyes turn our way. That’s to be expected. Acknowledging the club president’s arrival is standard protocol. But their gazes linger on me, until the focus of the entire group has shifted away from whatever they’d been gathered around.
A motorcycle, I realize—and my lips part on a horrified gasp when I see the state of it. The chrome pipes are beat to shit and the tires slashed. It looks like someone took a sledgehammer to the tank and the front of the frame. And I know that bike. It’s Lily’s. Jesus jumping Christ. That’s not just a bike but a custom chopper Lily ordered from Wheels Up a few years ago. Whoever fucked it up hadn’t just destroyed a motorcycle but a freaking work of art.
Tension has turned Saxon’s muscles to iron, but his manner is easy when he brakes at the edge of the group. Lily’s crouching beside the ruin of her bike. The red around her eyes says that she’s been crying. I’d bet anything that not one Rider has seen her shed a tear before, not when she knows they might call her weak for it. But some of the guys are looking a little weepy themselves and no one is going to blame her for crying over this.
Saxon touches my knee, letting me know that it’s safe for me to get off. As soon as I do he snags my wrist and pulls me close again. He’s still straddling his motorcycle, his booted feet flat on the ground, and now I’m all but sitting in his lap. Everyone is staring. Casually I unbuckle my helmet and try to pretend that the way he’s stating his claim without saying a word is nothing, and that my heart isn’t thumping through my ribs.
His arm circles my waist, but his focus is on Lily’s bike. “I’m guessing you didn’t take a bite of the road, Zoomie.”
“No, boss.” Lily stands and her gaze flits to my face for only a second before returning to his. “Not unless I bit it while riding in the hangar at Tucker’s field.”
The airfield where she works. “So you were up in the air and it was locked away?” Saxon asks.
“I was. And it was.”
“And you didn’t see who did it.”
Her jaw firms and her eyes are like flint. “I wouldn’t be here if I knew, boss. I’d be busting some fucking heads.”
Saxon nods. “We’ll find out. You got a ride in the meantime?”
“I’ll figure something out.”
“Talk to Blowback if you can’t. He’ll hook you up.”
For just an instant, the flint in her eyes sparks, as if she might tell Saxon to shove that suggestion right up his ass. But whatever set her temper off, she quickly swallows it. “I will.”
“All right. If you see my veep, send him up to the Crib. I’ll be there until I’m gone,” Saxon tells them, then gives my ass a little smack, a signal for me to get up again.
He seems to like spanking me. I don’t really mind it, either. In front of everyone, it’s not really a turn-on—it’s just kind of fun, and I love that he’s treating me as if I’ve been hanging around the clubhouse longer than five minutes. As if it’s completely natural for me to be there and there’s no reason for everyone to keep staring.
Threading his fingers through mine, he leads me through the garage.
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