Page 76 of His Loyal Rebel

"I know, but we've been staying at the clubhouse for what seems like forever." She caught her lower lip between her teeth. "This seems...exciting and scary."

His body tensed. "Scary?"

"I don't want things to change between us." She lowered her gaze to his chest. "You might get tired of me if I'm the only one around you all the time."

"Bullshit." He wiggled his brows. "I'll be too busy getting inside those pretty panties of yours whenever I want."

"Mm." She grinned. "I like the thought."

"Do you want to take a look at the place?"

"Now?"

"We can move in anytime."

"Oh, my God. This is the last thing I expected." Her gaze intensified. "How much is the rent?"

"Does it matter?"

"It does. I don't think I make as much as you do." She frowned. "Do you get paid for being a member?"

He nodded. "You're not paying rent."

"But—"

"We're not fucking roommates, sis." He hung his arm around her shoulders and walked her out of the clubhouse. "This is us. Our future. I'll pay our bills. You spend your money on whatever you want, but I take care of the family."

"Family?" she whispered, unsure if he heard her because all her breath left her.

In the parking lot, she turned. "I forgot my purse."

"You won't need it." He led her toward his motorcycle. "You're riding with me."

"Wait." She gawked. "On your Harley?"

"Last time I looked, that's all I got." He studied her for any hesitation. "You okay with that?"

Her head came back, and she blinked. "Yeah, of course."

Thanks to him explaining the significance of a woman riding on the back of a Tarkio member's motorcycle, she couldn't wait. Not just anyone could ride with him.

What his confession of love, renting a house, and promises failed to do, his offer of letting her ride with him had done. Her heart beat fast enough to burst.

Emotions clogged her throat. A light flutter took up permanent residency in her stomach. He was the real deal.

Whip loved her.

He really loved her.

The thought scared her to death. What if she somehow messed that up?

Their relationship was moving fast and permanent. It was hard to keep from being nervous.

Whip gave her instructions on what to do during the ride and plopped a helmet on her head, quickly latching it. After an awkward start, she managed to sit behind him and plaster herself against his back.

The helmet made her top-heavy. She held on to him tightly and tried not to freak out when the motorcycle tilted underneath her.

Trusting Whip to safely get her to the rental house, she held on as he left the parking lot. Her mind told her they were going the speed limit through town, but it felt like they were flying. The pavement blurred. The wind dried her eyes. The air stole her breath.

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