Page 25 of Feint

I reached back and rubbed her thigh that was clenched against the bike, and she squeezed her hands tighter around my waist. We were going faster then I usually went with her on my bike, but there was no reason for her to be nervous, and I wanted her to feel that reassurance. She had no idea what we were about to walk into. And maybe I should have warned her. But I didn’t want her to try and back out of it for some reason. Not when I had already told Damien I was bringing my girl up after she told me about the senior members’ hesitation still, even after the best fucking deal the MC had in a long while had been secured by me.So, I needed to do something to keep persuading them in my favor.

We cruised off the freeway to a rest area to refuel and take a breather. It was a little nippy tonight, so I was sure she would appreciate the pit stop. I watched as my girl took off her helmet and gave her head a little shake, her brown hair and blue eyes shining in the overhead lights of the station. She really was a beautiful girl. She would look good next to me in the MC. I could see her even standing by my side as I took over the president role one day. Shit, maybe I’d even marry the girl.

“Is there something on my face?” she asked as she caught me staring.

I smiled at her and stepped next to her, sliding my hands down her lower back into her jeans’ back pockets. I massaged her ass as I leaned my head down and whispered, “Nah, you look perfect, mama. I can’t take my eyes off you tonight.”

I kissed her as her face turned an adorable shade of red. Fuck, she made my cock hard. I pulled her in closer as I deepened the kiss, reaching one hand up. I wound it in her hair for a moment, tugging it softly. Which only made my cock harder as a little moan escaped her lips. Her damn lips, with its hint of strawberry-flavored lip gloss, was always so damn kissable.

We parted ways, and I smirked as she tried to catch her breath. I turned her toward the store and smacked her ass.

“Get going and get something to drink to help warm you up. We’ve got a few moments here still.”

She bit her lower lip and fixed her hair as she smiled back up at me and jogged backward a few steps. “Okay! I’ll be right back!”

I watched her turn and jog into the store. I looked around the station. There was a guy with a lifted truck watching her move inside, his eyes checking her out. I caught his stare as he turned to put the pump back on, and he quickly got his receipt and left.I started to fill up my bike’s tank and checked my GPS. About thirty more minutes and we would be there.

Just as my tank was topped off, I heard the doors to the shop open again, and I glanced over. My girl walked out, holding two little cups of what I assumed to be hot coffee. She was adorable, walking quickly. Her hands must be hot holding them.

“H-here!” She held a cup out to me with a smile, and I took it. She shook her hand. “Ouch! They were hotter than I thought! But I didn’t want to waste another cup by double-cupping them.” She gently switched her cup between her hands when one got too warm as she started sipping her coffee.

I brought the cup to my lips. They didn’t have the worst coffee here. I’d had it before, but it wasn’t great either. I chugged it down in a few drinks and tossed my cup to the side. I pulled my helmet and gloves back on as she finished drinking and held her helmet out toward her.

“We’ve got about thirty minutes to get to where we are going. Can you handle that, lil’ mama?” I asked as I patted the back of my bike for her to know it was safe to get on.

She playfully slapped my arm and then grabbed onto it as she hopped up and over the back seat, and I made sure her arms were wrapped around my stomach before I turned the bike on and gave it a rev. Her head rested next to the backpack I was wearing. I rubbed her hands as I carefully pulled out of the station, getting up to speed, and we hit the freeway again.

We cruised along, the clear night sky with the ocean off toward one side of us as the mountains and desert patches expanded eastward. It had been a good day, minus the slight hiccup from this afternoon. But we were past that. And now, we were only a few more minutes from the clubhouse.

We rounded the final turn, and I saw a bunch of bikes outside the clubhouse. A gathering of the whole local BLVD Riders was happening tonight, which was another reason I thought tonightwould be the best night to bring her. Everyone would be too busy talking to give us too much attention, so we would be able to slip away when I wanted to. I pulled into my spot and leaned my bike. Holding it steady for Rosalie to hop off, I couldn’t help but feel the stares of more than a dozen bikers, who were standing around outside, on my back.

I didn’t bring women “home.” I’d screwed my fair share of hang-abouts, sure, but bring a woman home on the back of my bike? Never.

I got off my bike and took my gear off, unzipping my jacket so I had more room to maneuver. I took her helmet, and once again, her little head shook, and she ran her fingers through her hair, turning all eyes from me to her.

“Phew! My legs are so tired! I can’t believe you ride all the time, Kordell!” she quipped as she straightened her backpack. Then, she looked around and stiffened. Taking in all the guys and a couple women hanging on them, giving her looks. “U-umm… so, where are we, exactly?” she asked, looking up at me. Her nerves were showing as she fidgeted with the edge of her hoodie.

I wrapped my arm around her waist. “Don’t worry about it right now, mama. Let’s go inside to get you warmed up first.”

I kissed the side of her head, claiming her as mine in front of the men outside. No doubt more than one or two had thought about sinking deep into her pussy tonight the moment she got out of my sight and grasp. This ensured they wouldn’t try if they knew what was good for them.

I walked her inside. When the door loudly shut, people turned their attention to see who entered, and the crowd got noticeably quieter for a moment.

I heard Damien’s voice. “What’s the issue?”

She walked over from the area she normally chilled in when there were bigger gatherings. And then she saw the two ofus. Rosalie, wide-eyed, looking at everything, and me staring straight at Damien with a smirk on my face as she waved at everyone.

“Holy shit, you horndogs. It’s a new girl. So what? Mind your own shit, damn.” She walked over, and we walked over to meet her.

“Hey, Prez. Let me introduce you to my girl, Rosalie Wells.” I pulled her into me snugly, and Rosalie wiggled her arm over toward Damien.

“H-hi! I’m Rosalie! Well, he already told you that, but, umm… nice place you have here! Are you guys having a party?” she babbled on a bit.

Damien sized her up a moment, then flashed a smile and shook her hand.

“So, I finally get to meet the girl who’s had my enforcer away from home lately. Wells… your family owns an auto shop down in the big city? Got a pretty big name, I think?” Damien asked, and the two of them started chatting.

She was making conversation. I relaxed a little. That was a good sign. If the president wasn’t tripping about me bringing a new person into the club, no one else should say shit. And it was a good look for me—to be all coupled up at the clubhouse. Just for good measure, I leaned over and kissed the side of her head, making it a point to make eye contact with a few of the senior members. I glanced around the room, seeing Mack leaning back on a couch, surrounded by a few of his supporters. We exchanged a look. He smirked, and my blood boiled. I gripped Rosalie's shoulder, turning my attention back to them.

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