Page 35 of Wolf.e

“Don’t let go, little bird,” he says low over his shoulder.

The roar of the bike coming to life between my thighs sends a kind of rush I’ve never felt in my life through my blood.

As Wolfe backs out of my driveway and onto my street, I see Sean with Layla, Jake, and Kai on bikes of their own. Kai waves with a big goofy grin on his face. I wave back, he’s the happiest one in the group but the brutal way he fucked his fingers into that woman last night without shame tells me he’s still one of them. I make eye contact with the bride next. I might kill her for not warning me I would be getting an escort to her wedding.

Wolfe takes his place, front and center and leads the rest of the pack behind him. It only takes ten minutes to get through town. When we hit the outskirts of Harmony and Wolfe’s speed picks up with the open highway before us, I grip him so tightly I must be cutting his circulation off, but if I am he doesn’t seem to mind. I lean my head on his back as we reach a travelling speed.

The wind whips my hair, the only scent I breathe is him and his bike and I smile wide. I anticipated hating this, but I’ve never felt so free.

Our drive passes fairly quickly; we ride through another small village on the way to Tybee. People around these parts seem used to seeing HOH riding through, so no one pays us any mind aside from a few cautious glances as we cruise through the small Georgia town, passing pecan stands and farms on our way. We only stop once at the town’s main light but when Wolfe slides his hand back and rubs the side of my thigh it feels almost as if he’s checking in on me. The way his large, chiseled hand looks on my leg doesn’t help to keep my panties dry with my arms wrapped around his thick torso.

There’s something so sure and confident about Wolfe, it trickles down to everything he does, even the steadiness with which he rides. Like he never has a single thought of self doubt run through his mind. It’s such a different feeling from any man I’ve ever been around. I know he has no qualms about violence. I know he has to be ruthless to run this club. But right now it’s so conflicting because I can’t help but feel safe with this man that I shouldn’t. At this moment the only things I feel are protected and thought of.

When we reach the resort, I’m stupefied. It’s absolutely stunning in person. The sun is bright, like the whole sky has opened up above us. The ocean sparkles in the background of the sprawling white estate. It sits on acres of secluded wooded property with multiple docks that stretch from the main building to the ocean. One enormous main building, that appears to be made mostly of windows, gives way to so many little cottages behind it that sit at the base of the ocean. There’s nothing else around for what feels like miles.

I climb off his bike and remove my helmet, taking it all in. The air smells salty and fresh. My hair moves around my face in the ocean breeze as the sun sits over the water. The roar of the waves seems like the only sound.

“Breathtaking,” I mutter, absorbing it all.

Before I see him, I feel him, smell him.

“Mm-hmm,” Wolfe murmurs, coming up behind me.

I look up and he’s looking down at me.

“You liked all that power between your thighs,” he assesses, looking from me out to the water as some of the other guys start to close in on us.

I can’t help myself. My mouth turns up into the slightest grin, but I keep my eyes focused on the ocean, so I don’t give him too much satisfaction.

“It wasn’t terrible.” I shrug.

Wolfe leans down so only I can hear him. “Fuck yeah, you look damn good in leather, hummingbird.”

“Ready, boss?” Robby asks.

Wolfe looks at him and points to the other guys then leans down over my ear. “You feel a little less like a good girl now, yeah?” he notes, not leaving me room to answer as he turns, then looks back at me over his shoulder.

I watch him go, a little breathless and a lot turned on from just the deep rumble of his voice in my ear. I’m not alone for more than a few seconds before Layla comes bounding up, fresh off the back of Sean’s bike. Her jacket is different. It's got the club insignia on it and says Property of Ax on the back.

“How was that for not your type?” Layla grins

“You could’ve given me some warning he was coming,” I say to her. “Happy wedding night, by the way, PB.” I hug her, she smells like the same perfume she’s always worn but today it’s mixed with leather.

Layla 2.0.

“If I would’ve warned you, you would’ve backed out and hid in the closet while he rang your doorbell. It’s been years but I still know you inside and out, Brin, and I wanted you here.”

“Hide in my closet? Says you,” I grunt, kicking at a weed with the toe of my shoe.

“Yeah, says me,” Layla replies. A slow grin creeps across her face. “So, did you hate it?” she asks.

I look in the direction Wolfe went and breathe out a sigh watching as he speaks to his men.

“Oddly, no,” I say.

“I think he likes you,” Layla observes as she glances back out at the water.

“He doesn’t like, remember? That’s what you all told me.”

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