Page 22 of Make You Love Me

Even while I focus on my truck, my mind is constantly full of thoughts about Lottie. I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve anticipating my date with her. I planned something special, and it's the first time I have ever done anything like this, which has me more nervous than I want to admit.

I also keep reminding myself that tonight I have to show some self-control. All I can think about is Lottie's mouth on my cock yesterday in the pool, so I’ve been rocking a semi all fucking day. By far one of the sexiest moments of my life.

Her mouth full of me.

Those beautiful eyes looking up at me for reassurance.

Full tits spilling out of her bathing suit.

Wet.

Gorgeous.

Fuck, I think I'm in over my head.

I hear my phone ring in my pocket and thank God because I need a cold shower after letting my mind go there again. I take the rag off my truck to clean my hands before reaching into my pocket.

Seeing “Pops” on the caller ID has my dick rapidly chilling the fuck out.

“What’s up, old man?”

“Who you calling old, punk?” His voice brings a big smile to my face. We both chuckle and he continues, “I miss you, my boy. What you up to?”

“Working on Ol’ Girl, it was time to clean out the carburetor.” I turn around to lean against the truck.

“He would be proud of you for taking such good care of her. You working this weekend?”

“Nah, I’m off actually.” Cringing a bit because I know what’s about to come next.

“Well, why the hell didn’t you come home? I figured you were working like usual, even though I told you that you don’t need to work so hard. I will help you out, son. The machine is a smart business move on my end as well."

I knew he would go there. “I know Dad, but you’ve done enough for me and the business. You’ve also taught me how to be self-sufficient, and I want to do this on my own. I want to contribute to the shop myself and not just have everything given to me.”

“And I’m so proud of you for that, buddy. I don’t know how I got so lucky with you. The guys are excited about you getting the CNC machine and taking the courses to learn how to use it. They think we’re about to be Orange County Choppers and get our own show or some shit.”

That has us both laughing again.

I’ve known from a young age that I wanted to follow in my dad and grandfather’s footsteps and work on bikes. As I got older and learned more, I realized I wanted to get our shop into doing custom work. So, for the last year, every bit of cash I’ve made has gone into a stash. I’m saving up to buy the equipment needed in order to do that kind of work at our shop and to pay for the pricey courses that will develop my skills and designs. The special machine can streamline production and bring in revenue the club never imagined possible. It will make it more efficient to design and manufacture parts for bikes, which will allow us to do more customized work than we can take on at the moment ever before.

I know my dad can afford to help me and I love that he supports me the way he does, but like I said, he’s done so much for me already. He stayed when she didn’t, and he has sacrificed every day since.

One day, I’ll also want to pursue being a prospect in the MC. The Rebel Knights are my family, after all. But for now, we have an understanding that I will follow my dreams first and decide when to join on my own terms. That is very important to him, me seeing all my dreams fulfilled, especially since he didn’t have much choice in the matter when he was my age.

“Well, ya never know. We may be even bigger than them one day. I can see it now, Rebel Knights Choppers.”

“I hear ya boy!” He pauses and then circles back to the weekend. “So if you ain’t working, what’s got you staying in town? Trent throwing another party?”

“No, Trent’s actually in New York this weekend with Trevor.” Leaving out the part about him chasing after Ashley. I didn’t disclose that part to Lottie, either. He said he wanted it to be a surprise and telling Lottie would have absolutely ruined any chances of it being kept secret, especially if it involved Ashley.

“I’m hanging out with Lottie, my… friend. Actually, I’m taking her on a date tonight. Kinda nervous, which I would only ever admit to you, but you know I don’t do this shit.”

“Wow, she must be something else if you’re taking her on an actual date.”

Thinking of her pretty face, I say, “She really is Pop. Like nothing I’ve ever seen.”

“In that case, stay there and take her out any chance you get. I felt like that once… I’d give just about anything but you to go back to those days.”

Even though I didn’t grow up in a home with two loving parents. My dad has always made it a point to tell me how love should be. He always says how great it is to have someone who is “Your person, your anchor in life,” to always hold on to, no matter how rough life gets. I know he had this once and I sure hope one day he finds it again.

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