Page 13 of Biker

He even told me about the former president being on a road trip around the country with his old lady. I met their son, Spark, and he seemed nice…and dangerous. I wouldn’t want to cross him, but considering I don’t intend to, I think I’ll be okay.

I shift, uncomfortable because of the woman looking at me and focus just in time for Nero to give me a chin lift before he does the same to Porter and disappears into the crowd.

Porter leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as he asks, “What’s wrong, McKenzie?”

“Uh,” I stall, looking into his eyes while trying to come up with some sort of plausible brush off.

Before I can say anything else, his eyes flash as he demands, “Don’t lie to me. You’re practically squirming next to me.” He looks down at me to take in the tight jeans and simple t-shirt he picked out for me to wear which he knows are covering another lacey set he bought me as well. “You’re sexy as fuck doing it, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable here.”

I nod and take another drink, giving myself a moment to get my thoughts together. “Your brothers are great,” I gush truthfully. “They’ve made me feel really comfortable and welcome. I like it here.”

He arches an eyebrow in challenge, “But?”

“But,” I drop my voice to a whisper, and he leans closer so he can hear me, it shouldn’t be sexy, but it is, “there’s a woman who has been staring at me like she hopes I drop dead right here in the middle of the room.” His head rears back and I wince. “I think she’s one of the angels you told me about.”

His eyes stray over my shoulder, and he clenches his jaw. He nods and then leads me to another part of the room. As his fingers flex on my hip, he tells me, “She’s not important. Don’t pay her any attention.”

I nod and before I can dwell on it, I get lost in the adventure of getting to know the people my man considers family. He’s wormed his way into my heart, but I’m not sure if he’s on the same page as me. I’ve accepted that I’ll probably get my heart broken here. If that’s how it goes down, then so be it. I won’t look back with regret, that’s for sure.

As I’m slowly sipping my third drink, much later, I’ve forgotten about the redhead. I’m laughing at a story Rites is telling me about Bronco, blissfully ignorant because I’m having such a good time. Could these people become my family as well?

I watch as red fingernails wrap around Porter’s arm and a woman purrs, “Hi, Bronco, you ready to go have the fun you asked me about earlier?”

Porter stiffens next to me, his fingers gripping my hip with a bruising force and I’m not sure if it’s because he’s pissed or because he thinks I’m going to bolt. It’s not a horrible assumption to make about me. Rites narrows his eyes at the redhead who pops into the group like she belongs there.

Rites hisses, “What are you doing, Cherry?”

I snort out a laugh, unable to hold it in. Cherry’s hate filled eyes land on me, but I’m not as concerned with it anymore. It could be because I’m on my third drink or it could be the comfort and stability I feel in Porter’s touch.

She spits, “You got something to say?”

“No,” I shrug nonchalantly, “I was just thinking that your name fits.” I look pointedly at her nails and her hair. I bat my eyelashes at her innocently, feeling bold as fuck, “Although, probably not completely, right?”

Her mouth falls open and Rites barks out a laugh which has people looking our way. He sputters, “Oh, fuck, she’s perfect brother.”

Those words coming from Rites make me feel proud and I hold my head high, but then I look up at Porter. He’s staring down at me with a look in his eyes I can’t read. I want to believe it’s a good look, but I’m not entirely sure.

“How fucking dare-,” Cherry starts, clearly gearing up for some sort of tirade.

“Don’t,” Porter’s voice is chilling and has a shiver racing down my spine, the warning in one word is evident for anyone paying attention.

Rites and Porter are staring at Cherry with hard looks, ones I wouldn’t want directed at me. She stomps her foot like a fucking child before clomping away. I’m sure there’s a brother here who will indulge her, but I almost feel badly for him. I might be a little buzzed, but it’s clear to me what she was trying to do.

I can’t stand women like that. It wouldn’t surprise me to know she’s thrown herself at Porter and he’s turned her down. She had that air of ‘woman scorned’ about her. I might have compassion and be all women power, but my empathy only goes so far. Apparently, I have none when it comes to an angel trying to put a claim on the man I’m falling for even if I’m not sure we’ll have forever.

Porter’s eyes come back to me, the intensity there burning my skin. I murmur softly, “I’m not going to apologize for what I said.”

He doesn’t say a word and dread curls in my stomach. Instead, he takes the drink out of my hand and hands it to Rites who has a Cheshire cat grin on his face. The next thing I know, I’m hanging over Porter’s shoulder.

I let out a surprised yelp when he spanks my ass, and the room erupts in cheers. I feel heat creep up my neck and to my cheeks, but I don’t struggle against his hold. Maybe I’m stunned or maybe I just find it hot. You decide.

When I notice Chains, the newest member of the DSMC because he just got his new cut today, I give a little wave. “Congratulations, Chains,” I call out.

The men in the room laugh, the sound following me as Porter carries me down a hallway. He pointed to it earlier when we first got here and told me the brother’s rooms were down one hallway and the angels, storage, and offices were down the other hallway.

In moments, I’m being tossed onto a surprisingly comfortable bed. I brush my hair back from my face with a huff as I look up at Porter who is standing over me, his nostrils flaring while dispelling any curiosity I have about how he got his road name.

My voice is a little broken and weak, “Are you mad at me?”

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