Page 9 of Protective Biker

Diesel

It's been a few days since I kissed Brandy in the kitchen. I've done my best to take it slow with her. I know she wants me. Probably as much as I want her. She doesn't have the experience to hide her desire for me, but I'm not going to push her. There's no hiding the way I feel about her. All the guys know it, and they’ve been smart to keep their distance from her. But I’m still holding back. I don't want this to be over before it starts. In between getting things ready for the move and doing regular missions, I spend as much time as possible with Brandy. Tonight, I'm sitting at the bar while she's working. It seems to be a slow time right now, and she's standing on the other side of the bar top talking to me.

I ask her the question that's been weighing on my mind the last few days. "Are you moving to Whiskey Run with us?" I know that Pres had talked to her about doing that, and I've been hoping that she's going to say yes.

She shrugs her shoulders. "I'm not sure, really. I don't really know a lot of the details."

I nod. "You would be doing the same thing that you're doing here. What questions do you have?"

"I know I’ll be working for Scout there," she says. "It's not that. I mean, it's a big step to just pick up and move away. Especially when I really don't know what the Guardians do."

I've sort of been expecting this. There aren’t a lot of people that question us, but I can tell that she’s been trying to figure it all out. "We are a club of brothers. We own the bike shop, and in Whiskey Run, we'll open another shop and a bar also."

She rolls her eyes at me. "There are over 40 bikers here, Diesel. You all don't work at the bike shop. Plus lately, it's been closed more than open."

I look at her without blinking. I know I need to trust her, and a part of me wants her to be in the know with everything. She deserves that, I think, if she is going to move to Whiskey Run. "Have you ever heard of a mercenary?"

Her forehead creases. "Yes."

I look around and then back at her. "We are a club of mercenaries."

She puts her elbows on the bar between us and leans toward me. "I don't know what that means."

"Sometimes things need done. It's not always the politically correct way, and we try to keep a low profile about it, but—"

She shakes her head, interrupting me. "But how do you not get caught or in trouble? I don't understand."

I smirk because automatically she thinks that we're on the wrong side of the law. "A lot of what we do is things we're asked to do from state officials and people that are way higher up than us. We are not bad people, Brandy."

She nods. "I know you're not, but..."

I reach over and put my hand on top of hers. "But nothing. The missions that we go on have to be done. Sometimes they're for security, and sometimes we're helping people that no one else can help."

She blinks at me, and her eyes are wide. "Do you hurt people?"

I tilt my head to the side and look at her. I won't lie to her. "We try not to, but sometimes we don't have a choice."

She picks up the empty beer in front of me and holds it up. "Do you want another one?"

I'm still holding on to her other hand, and I don't let it go. "No, I'm good. So are you going to go with me to Whiskey Run?"

She blows out a breath. "I don't know."

In frustration, I can't help but ask her, "What have you got keeping you here?"

She doesn't hesitate in her response. "Nothing. My uncle is here, but I’m pretty sure he’d be happy to get me out of his hair, but I won't have anything in Whiskey Run either."

I put my hand on the side of her neck and pull her toward me. Our mouths are so close, but I don't kiss her, not yet. Looking her straight in the eye, I tell her, "You would have me."

Her hand goes to my chest, up my shoulder to the side of my neck. She squeezes me there, and I lean into her touch. "Oh, Diesel," she says, and then I can't wait any longer. I kiss her until we're both breathless. The feeling is so intense. The need to have her is overwhelming, but I pull back and look at her. I'd almost forgotten where we were at. A few guys that are in the clubhouse are looking at us with big, cheesy smirks on their face. No doubt they thought they were about to get a show, but I ignore them and look at Brandy. Her eyes are dilated as she stares back at me.

I would love nothing more than to take her right here, right now. But that's not an option. "Honey, you have no idea what you do to me."

She smiles at my words and picks up the bottle before walking away. There's a shimmy in her step, and I can't take my eyes off her ass as it shakes back and forth. Her confidence has grown lately, and I love seeing her like that.

When she walks back toward me, I hate to take the light out of her eyes, but I have to know. "Have you heard anything from Axel?" I hold my hands up before she says anything. "And no, I don't think that he will bother you again. There's no way he has the balls to go against the club, but I'm just curious if you've seen him around."

She smirks. "Well, at least if you're asking me about him, I know you didn't kill him," and then laughs. "But no, I have not seen him." I can see the thoughts forming in her mind, no doubt remembering the night that Axel went after her. I hate bringing it up, and even though I truly believe he’s going to leave her alone, I still had to ask. Now I need to get her mind somewhere else. "So I'm thinking me and you need to go on a date."

She perks up at that. "A date, huh?"

I laugh and nod my head. "A date."

She doesn't even play hard to get. "Well, you name the time and place, biker boy, and I'll be there." She leans across the bar and kisses me on the cheek before pulling back. "I have to get back to work."

I sit here for the rest of the night, watching her work, thinking about how I can convince her to be my old lady.

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