Page 15 of Biker

It settles something in me. She soothes the battered parts of my soul, the parts I didn’t think would ever find a harbor to call home. She’s my home, which is what I want to talk about when we get to our destination.

The days are getting mild now with fall right around the corner and I can’t wait to take this drive again when the leaves change color. It’s a breathtaking sight and she should see her first fall in the Pacific Northwest in all its glory.

McKenzie squeezes my waist and I reach down and grip her thigh in response.

She’s perfect. We fit together and our lives mesh in a way I could have never thought possible before meeting her.

Even our pets like each other. I wasn’t sure how it would go the first time I took Brutus over to her place. It seemed like the better option to let Gizmo meet Brutus on her turf instead of the other way around. It’s not like cats are exactly known for loving to travel anyway and she just went through a lot of changes with moving with McKenzie.

I’ve never considered myself a cat person, but Gizmo has me rethinking things. She can be aloof, but there are times when she’s a huge snuggler as well. Honestly, she’s the only cat I’ve ever met and liked.

Brutus hadn’t spent any time around cats, but he walked into McKenzie’s house, sniffed, and then dropped down to his belly. Gizmo was sitting on a windowsill watching the whole show. When Gizmo jumped down and strutted over to Brutus, I thought for sure there was going to be bloodshed.

I tensed, but my Starlet was there and put a hand on my arm in reassurance. The next thing I knew Brutus was trying to squeeze his giant body into Gizmo’s cat bed and was being rubbed against by a loudly purring cat.

To say they’ve become best friends is an understatement. I swear every day I come home from work and Brutus looks at me with pleading eyes because he wants to go and see his new cat sister.

It’s kind of fucking freaky, but I’m not complaining about it. It’s only further proof that McKenzie and I belong together.

All my brothers adore her as well. I’m sure it hasn’t hurt that she’s come by the club house a few times with cookies and has even cooked dinner for the club more than once. I think if anything came between us and we broke up, other than it killing me, the guys would burn the world down in retribution.

She laps up their attention, but it’s innocent and sweet. I can see the gratefulness in her eyes to have a family here, one she can rely on and trust. I’m not worried in the slightest that something will happen between her and any of my brothers.

It also helps that I make sure I put her into a pleasure coma almost every time I see her.

It’s not all about the sex though, I like just spending time with her.

I pull into the pull-off I’m looking for, my favorite one with an amazing view from the edge of the Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest. I park near a few picnic tables which have seen better days, but who cares? You don’t come here for them, you come for the view.

I hold my hand up for my woman and help her climb off the back of my bike before I swing my leg over as well. I don’t let go of her hand as I lead her over to a picnic table. Instead of sitting down on the seat, I climb onto the table and pull her until she’s sitting between my legs.

She settles back into my chest and contentment flows through me.

I didn’t just come up here for the view today. We have some serious talking to do because I know she’s been holding part of herself back from me and it’s going to end. Now.

“How’s your ass?” I chuckle because the ride was a little longer than what I’ve done with her before. It takes some getting used to.

She scootches back closer to me and rubs her ass against my cock which is always at attention when I’m around her. There’s a tease in her voice, “This ass?” I nip at her earlobe, and she giggles. “I’m good; a little numb, but it’s not bad.” She takes a deep breath, her head lolling back on my shoulder as she looks out at the view. Her voice is full of reverence, “Worth it. It’s beautiful.”

“You’rebeautiful,” I murmur against her neck and kiss right below her ear.

She scoffs and waves her hand at the magic of Mother Nature in front of us. “This is something else though. This is artful creation. I would have never seen something like this in Florida.”

“I’m glad you moved here and are able to experience it.”

She stiffens in my arms and my eyebrows pull together. She sighs, “Is this when you tell me that we’ve had a fun run of it and are done?”

“What?” My tone is filled with venom because I’m pissed, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I mean,” she licks her lips and looks over her shoulder at me, her fingers linking together with nerves, “we had a good time. Maybe more than a good time. But,” I can see her eyes get glassy with unshed tears and it breaks my heart, “we never talked about you wanting something more than that. We’re compatible, clearly, but that doesn’t mean it’s forever.”

“McKenzie,” I sigh her name before picking my woman up by her hips and turning her in my lap so she’s straddling me.

I look into her eyes which are rich, dark and, right now, filled with sadness. I hate seeing her like this. I shouldn’t have allowed any room in her mind or heart for any doubts or worries to grow. That’s on me.

“It might not mean forever,” her shoulders slump and she looks at my chest instead of at me, but that’s not going to work for me. I pinch her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tipping her face up so she looks at me again. “You didn’t let me finish,” I scold her gently. “It might not mean forever for other people, but for us it does.”

Her eyebrows pull together in the most adorable look of confusion. I kiss her there where the crease has formed, unable to resist her. There’s an ember of hope in her eyes, the ones I’ve fallen in love with, and I’m going to fan it until there is only hope and love left, the rest burning away.

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