Page 8 of Torn
Chapter Five
Storm
Having her hands around me while we ride feels so fucking good. Her hands are just low enough that my dick is getting hard from their position. I didn't plan on kissing her in the parking lot, but I couldn't help myself. There is something about her that pulls at me and makes me lose control when I'm near her. I've heard the brothers talk about this before with their old lady's, but I didn't think that would ever be me.
Before yesterday I was having the time of my life getting any girl I wanted and never needing to put in the effort or offer a half-assed explanation. Now all I can think about is having Becca and making sure that no one else ever touches her again.
I pull into the diner parking lot and turn off the ignition. My hands rest on hers not wanting her to move them but knowing we need to head inside. She makes the first move breaking our contact. I offer her my hand so she can climb off the bike. She stumbles once she’s on her feet and I laugh. I get off and take her hand leading her in. The hostess’ eyes grow wide as we walk in.
“Hey, Storm.” Fuck.
"Lauren." I nod at her. Lauren is a hang around who wants to be one of the club whores, but the brothers haven't invited her to be yet. We hooked up a few times and then she got clingy. "Can we get a booth?" Her face drops as she glances at Becca.
"This way." She walks in front of us shaking her ass like I haven't had that shit before.
Becca slides in, and I take my seat across from her. Lauren stands at the end of our table her gaze fixed on Becca. "You need somethin'?" I look at her, and her cheeks flush.
"No, enjoy your meal." She walks away, and Becca looks over at me.
“Friend of yours?”
I blow a breath out. “Mistake from the past. I want to talk about now though. Tell me about yourself.”
Her eyes narrow at me as if she's trying to figure me out. "Nothing much to tell. I'm going to be graduating in a few months, and I'm hoping I can get a job starting the next school year. How about you? You never answered my questions in the parking lot."
“And what questions were those?”
“What’s a prospect, and what does the patch on you leather mean?” she raises an eyebrow at me.
"You know what an MC club is?" She shakes her head, and her innocence only pulls me in more. "Motorcycle club."
“Like Sons Of Anarchy?” She cocks her head to the side.
I can't help but laugh. "Kind of but that shit is watered down." Her eyes go wide. "I don't know if you're ready for the answers you want."
“Maybe I’m not as innocent as you think.” She smiles at me but I know she’s bullshitting.
"Oh, yea? You forget I've already tasted you, Angel. You are every bit as innocent as I think you are and it's fucking sexy." Her breath catches. "A prospect is someone who wants to join the club, become a brother."
“So they’re like an intern?”
I smile at her trying to fit our world into the one she knows. “Yea, but a hell of a lot harder. My patch lets people know I’m a brother, it’s a status symbol.”
“So does that mean Carter’s dad is in your club? His jacket is the same thing.” I can see the wheels turning in her head.
“Yea he is, he’s the head of it. Which is why I went with Nikki to the meeting, he was out of town. Thank God he was too.” The waitress walks up to the table and interrupts her questioning.
“What can I get you guys to eat?”
I nod at Becca.
"I'll just have a coffee and some fruit." She smiles at her then looks over at me.
"Eggs, bacon, hash browns, and coffee. Bring her the same plus the fruit. Thanks." The waitress smiles at us then walks away.
“I’m really not that hungry.”
"Listen, after last night you need to eat, and some fruit isn't gonna do shit. Let me buy you breakfast like I wanted to and enjoy it." I raise an eyebrow at her daring her to argue with me.
