Page 87 of Property of Chaos

The Harley starts with a roar, dirt spraying as I tear around toward the driveway, the headlight casting a wide arc before me.

She is mine. And I want only to be hers. This fucking thing we got going on? It’s only the start. She’s barely scratched the surface of what I’ll do to keep her safe. To keep her happy. To protect her from the sick fucks in the world like her goddamn stepfather.

I skid to a stop outside her house and knock the bike into neutral, leaning back in the saddle to rest my hands atop the tank. It takes a few minutes, but my good girl switches on her light, the illumination behind the partially open drapes battling with the first rays of the rising sun.

Her silhouette fills the space.

My phone vibrates against my ribs. I tug it free and open the thread.

I didn’t mean so soon.

The magnetic case tacks to the tank as I tap out my reply.

If it were up to me, I’d never leave. And neither would you.

Her outline shifts, growing shorter as though she ducks her head.

That wouldn’t be very conducive to the survival of your club, would it now?

What does that fucking matter? At least I’d be enjoying myself.

Do you not enjoy yourself now?

Not the direction I’d wanted this conversation to go.She sends another reply.

Forget I asked. It’s a topic for another day. Get to work, hero. Let me get ready in peace.

You never sent me that titty pic.

I lift my head, confident she’ll know I grin from fucking ear to ear beneath the helmet. Yeah, I’m a juvenile dick. So what?

My phone vibrates.Sweet mother…I tap on the picture to make it full-screen.

I was too chicken shit to send it.

The message slides down from the top, disappearing a second after to give me an unhindered view of her soft porn. My baby girl knows how to make the ladies look good, that’s for sure. Not only has Vanessa snapped the much-coveted titty pic,but she wore a goddamn harness to plump up her cleavage and outline the goods.

I shift on the seat, willing my thickening dick to settle down.

Her outline waits at the window, the growing light making it easier to make out the vague contours of her face.

I lift both hands and form a heart shape with my fingers.

It’s hard to be sure, but she seems to do the same back. With my phone repositioned in its holder, I kick the bike into gear and leave before I do something seriously stupid.

Like lock her in her goddamn house and give her orgasm after fucking orgasm until she’s begging me to stop.Fucking blue ball me and say it’s fair.Although now that I think about it, that was pretty damn hot having her make me send a fucking cumshot to her to prove how worked up she had me.

My dick stirs again.Not helpful.Not when the first thing on my agenda is getting my goddamn sister to school.Ugh.Those two things should never mix.

The thought does the trick, killing whatever carnal desire built after Vanessa’s perfect portrait.If only I could make it my home screen without the brothers seeing.A man can wish.

My phone rings as I hit the open stretch before town; an unknown number shows on the screen. I tap the button on my comms to answer. “Yeah?”

“Chaos.”

“Who’s this?” My gaze flicks to my mirrors out of habit, casing my surroundings.

“Name’s Callum. I’m the VP of the Fallen Aces Lincoln chapter. Jinx gave me your number.”

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