Page 76 of Brage & Dinah

Chapter 30

Dinah walked out ofthe back door of the bar and stopped in the alley, taking out the hairband holding her hair up on the top of her head. Brage's balls ached in pleasure as she shook her hair loose around her shoulders. He would never get tired of looking at her.

She gazed around. A slight smile on her lips.

He stayed sitting on his Harley, having arrived back at the clubhouse after riding around a three-block radius making sure everything remained quiet for Slag.

The moment Dinah spotted him, she pressed a hand to her stomach and tilted her head. Since asking her to stay, she'd slowly started letting her emotions out for others to see instead of only showing him in private.

He never thought he'd want that familiarity with a woman before. He craved knowing every single thing about her. He wanted to experience life through her eyes. Fresh eyes that still craved more from her life despite the hardships she'd faced.

Dinah unwrapped a piece of gum and popped it into her mouth on the way to him. His cock pulsed imagining the cinnamon taste on his tongue.

"You're not inside partying?" She leaned toward him and kissed his lips.

He hooked her neck before she could pull away and dove back in, opening her mouth. A tingle went down his spine and warmth filled his chest. She was his addiction, and he needed a hit.

He had too many obsessions when it came to Dinah lately.

All of them he enjoyed.

She pulled away, gasping for breath. "We're outside."

"Mhm." He spanned her waist with his hands and lifted her, knowing she wasn't big on all the fooling around that happened at the club. "Sit in front of me."

Her butt hit the gas tank and slid down until she sat with her legs spread on each side of him on his lap. Cupping her ass, he pulled her tight up against the front of his jeans.

"That's better." He squeezed. "Nobody can see you."

She laughed. "You're crazy. Peer and Elling are ten feet away at their motorcycles."

"Monica and Joel are against the wall, having sex." He worked his hands up under her shirt, making contact with her warm skin. "They don't care who is around."

"They're not having sex." She turned her head and squinted in their direction. "Oh, geez. Are they really?"

"Pretty close to it," he mumbled.

She looped her arms around his neck. "I am so glad I have the next two nights off."

He kissed her neck. "Tired?"

"No, not really." She let her head fall back, giving him permission to put his mouth on more of her skin and he took her up on the offer. "I want to ask you something."

"Mhm." He swiped his tongue on her collar bone.

"I was wondering if—because you told me you wanted to go with me—if we could plan a trip to Idaho. I could rent a truck and that way I could put my stuff in storage and not have to pay rent on my apartment. It would be cheaper, and I'd have my stuff when I know what I'm doing."

"No." He brought his head up off her.

"No?" She frowned. "I thought—"

"You don't need to put it in storage. We can bring your things back here. What you don't want in my room, I can find one of the members who have extra room in their garage and put everything there, close to you in case you need anything."

"Can I do that?"

He'd make anything possible for her. Storing her belongings was an easy task.

"Give me two weeks. We'll take the club truck. Go up one day, pack, and come back the next, unless there are other things you need to do while you're there and then we might have to plan it out better. It's not a great time to be away from the clubhouse for longer than a weekend," he said.

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