Page 27 of Covert
She yawns, and I take that as my cue to leave. "Let's get out of here." She nods and follows me to my bike. I mount and kick up the kickstand, steadying it so she can get on behind me. But I turn to look at her when she hesitates.
"Are you sure?"
I shrug out of my leather jacket and throw it around her shoulders. We need to get her actual riding leathers for protection. But tonight,I'll go slow. We're not far from our home, but that's not what she's asking me.
I smile.
I knew she read MC romance novels, but I wasn't sure how accurate they were. Her hesitation makes me think she knows the significance.
I take her hand in mine and tug her closer to me. "Am I sure I want a beautiful, sweet woman as a sexy little backpack? What do you think?"
It's dark, but I swear I see a blush creep across her cheeks. She swallows but gives me the tiniest of nods.
"Put your foot here, and your hands on my shoulder, and swing your other leg over. Now, when we start going, I need you to hold onto me and lean when I lean. Okay?"
She nods and does as I said. I guide her delicate arms around me, pulling her front against my back. The front of her thighs tucks in snugly against the back of mine, and it gives me a flash of what it would be like to be little spoon with her, naked, in bed.
Yeah, that needs to happen.
She holds me the fifteen minutes back to the club grounds, and she's a good girl the entire time. She doesn't tease me or touch me or distract me.
Maybe it was presumptuous to bring her back to my place, but I just want more time with her. More talking, more touching, more kissing. I don't even care if we have sex, no matter how much I want to. I just want more of her.
And, of course, my pretty girl calls me out on it. "Awfully presumptuous, bringing me back to your place, isn't it?"
A shy blush creeps up my neck, and I raise my hands defensively. "Say the word, and I'll take you home whenever you want me to."
She hops off the bike and waits while I kill the engine and kick out the kickstand, before she tilts up on her toes and presses a hand to my chest, gifting me a sweet and short kiss to my fuzzy cheek.
"I know you would," she says sweetly, before turning on her heel and walking up the stairs to my cabin. "So, come inside and show me what you want to happen tonight, big guy."
She lets herself into my cabin with an extra sway of her hip, and I trip up the stairs in my rush to get to her.
Chapter twelve
Nikki
Ihated everything about the interaction between Diesel and Maddox, and then Axel pushing about my past. It made my fight-or-flight instincts kick up. But then Axel promised not to push, and Diesel and Maddox seem to have come to an understanding. Tensions seem to have ebbed, so it made me feel better about potentially being with all of them.
I'm only here for a few more months, right? What's the harm?
You break your own heart, dumbass.
I shake my head, clearing the negative thoughts. I learned how to get a handle on those a long time ago.
Right now, I have a gorgeous, sweet, sexy, shy biker who wants me for a night. Do I want him too? Hell fucking yes, I do. And currently, all the men in my life are letting me lead the way, so that's exactly what I'm going to do.
I smile to myself as I hear the front door slam open, bounce against the wall, and then shut again. I listen as Diesel stumbles to get his boots off.
His cabin is small, but it's perfect. It's everything you could need in exactly the right amount of space to need it in.
The first floor is the kitchen and a small living room, complete with an ancient couch and a TV setup. A short, steep set of stairs to the right leads to what I imagine is a bedroom and a bathroom. It's essentially a tiny house, and a bougier audience would have paid good money for his cabin. It's small, but clean and well-kept.
I'm about to climb the stairs when strong arms envelope me from behind. I try not to lean into his touch - to luxuriate in his touch, but I fail. No one has held me, hugged me, or touched me for more than the bare minimum in years. So, a strong man, with strong arms, holding me? Yeah, I melt.
He peppers kisses over my shoulder and up my neck, nuzzling his face into my hair.
I hum low in my throat in appreciation. I may appear the epitome of calm, but my insides have fireworks exploding in my chest and stomach. This is the first time I'll sleep with someone and know their name. The first time I'm likely going to see him again. It's equally thrilling and nerve-wracking.
