Page 28 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter Nineteen
Savannah
When Raze askedme if I wanted to go back out to the fire pit with him, my first thought was I didn’t want us getting interrupted again. Then I remembered the pallet swing in the backyard of the house. As soon as I thought of it, I knew I wanted to bring Raze to it.
Once we got to the swing, I started to second guess my decision. Then he told me he was good as long as he can have me all to himself. If I didn’t know any better, I would think this was all a little too good to be true. But if he fucks up, he not only has me to deal with. He has just about a whole club of brothers, plus Buster and the guys.
There’s a bit of a breeze tonight, making it a little chilly. The wind blows just right and makes me shudder. Raze notices and pulls me to his side, keeping his arm around me. He’s so warm and smells amazing. I snuggle into him and sigh. I don’t know how long whatever this is will last. I do know I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts.
“What’s on your mind, Kitty?” His mouth is right next to my ear.
“Just thinking how this is a great ending to such a crazy day,” I chuckle.
“How are you feeling after today?” He starts rubbing his calloused fingers slowly up and down my arm. Today has been such an emotional day. I have felt just about every emotion possible.
“Exhausted. It’s been an emotionally draining day. I can only hope tomorrow won’t be as busy.” Raze grabs my hand as I’m talking. I subconsciously start rubbing his thumb with mine. As nervous as Raze makes me, he has a way of calming me without even trying. He gently rocks the swing back and forth.
“All that we’ll need to worry about tomorrow is the BBQ. And going to see Jager, if you want,” he says, giving my hand a quick squeeze.
Before I know it, the rocking has me falling asleep.
* * *
The next morning,I wake up in my bed. The last thing I remember is talking with Raze on the pallet swing. He must have carried me to my bed. I look down and see that I’m still in last night's clothes. I smile thinking about how it felt laying in his arms.
I look at my phone to see what time it is and see that I have a few unread text messages. I open my phone and shake my head, still smiling. They’re all from Tink and Rivet. Reading the texts, they were just giving me shit for running off with Raze and are demanding I talk to them today about what happened between us.
I decide to get up, shower, and get dressed. When I’m ready, I make my way downstairs. I walk through the living room and see Raze asleep on the couch. He looks so peaceful laying there. I go into the kitchen and raid the cabinets and refrigerator for something to cook. I end up making some bacon, eggs, and of course, coffee. As I’m finishing up, Raze walks into the kitchen.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” I tease him and he grins at me.
“Morning, beautiful.” My cheeks heat up and I turn my head so he won’t see me blush. I fix us both a plate of food, while Raze makes us both a cup of coffee. We meet at the table and sit down.
“How’d you sleep?” he asks.
“Great. Thanks for carrying me to my bed. You could have just woke me up,” I tell him.
“I could have, but I figured I would let you sleep. I know you needed it.” He smiles at me.
“Well, I appreciate it. How was the couch? Was it comfy enough?” It’s my turn to question him.
“It was much better than sleeping on the floor at Tink’s,” he laughs, making me laugh too. “Really though, it was like sleeping on a cloud. Nicer than my bed.”
“It’s a nice couch. Be prepared to be interrogated by Tink and Rivet today. They were texting me all night but I had left my phone here,” I tell him. I take a sip of my coffee and moan. Liquid gold.
“You really need to not do that,” Raze says, almost in a growl. I look at him with wide eyes.
“Do what?” I ask innocently.
“Moaning,” he starts, not making eye contact. “When you ate the pancakes yesterday, and just now when you took a sip of your coffee. I’m trying to do things the right way with you, but hearing you moan like that makes my dick hard.”
I didn’t even realize I had done it. The coffee just tasted that good— as did the pancakes. Though, hearing him talk like that has me crossing my legs, trying to dull the ache between them.
“What do you mean you want to do things the right way with me?” I question.
“I mean, I want to get to know you. I want to take things slow, even if you make it hard as fuck.” I giggle at that and he smiles before continuing. “I don’t want this to be some one-and-done thing. We may have just met, but I feel something for you. And even though it scares the hell out of me, I want to see where this goes.” He pauses and looks at me, holding my stare. “I want you to be my girl.”
I gasp. “Are you being for real right now?”
