Page 34 of Straight to Me

“Where?” My voice is oddly timid.

He takes a step closer.

Swallowing hard, my heart starts fluttering leaving my breathing unsteady. He blows out a white cloud, tilting his head while his eyes never leave mine.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

His brusque voice sends shivers down my spine. We stare at each other a moment, neither of us moving.

Like glistening pools waiting for me to dive into at the deep end, his eyes reflect adventure and wonder as he searches my face for an answer. “I trust you,” I finally say, and the corner of his mouth raises before he steps back and leans to open the side box on his bike.

My favourite black helmet he pulls out. He places it on my head and clips it shut. My body buzzes as he turns to sit on his bike, waiting for me to go to him. I grab hold of his leather and pull myself up.

We take a moment to enjoy this feeling of being close again. His warm body pushed up against mine, my arms wrapped tight around his waist. The engine starts and I lay my helmeted head against his back, never wanting to let him go.

Chapter Twelve

We stay on main roads riding for about half an hour and following signs to Preston. My tummy flutters at the thought of seeing his home town. It’s dark and hard to see the landscape, but the buildings are all built from old brick. It’s calming, almost peaceful as we turn off a road into a large yard.

It’s surrounded by six feet high concrete walls. To the right sit a mix of cars and trucks. A few larger vehicles with machinery sit to the left, adjacent to big iron shutters, big enough for lorries to park in. We ride through, turning left near the end.

As we round the final corner, a large black door edged in bright blue paint stands alone on the side of a building. The words ‘Rippers MC’ are mounted on the front.

He’s brought me to his place of work.Do I even call it that?

There aren’t many bikes, just VP’s and one other already parked up outside. This place is well out of view, hidden around the back of normal businesses. I wonder if that’s purposeful or just how it is.

VP rolls the bike to a stop, reverse parking it against a pavement. Once the engine’s stopped, we both remove our helmets and I can feel his eyes watching me as I shake my long hair free looking towards the door.

He doesn’t move until I speak.

“Is this your clubhouse?” I ask nervously. He slots his helmet over a handlebar before standing slowly off the bike. “Why bring me here?” My voice shakes a little, I’m not sure why I feel suddenly worried.

He roughs up his hair with one hand while the other goes into his jean pocket. “You said you wanted to know more about me. Let me show you.”

I hadn’t expected this. My toes curl with delight. Like epidural fluid, the desire to touch him spreads through my veins, making my skin burn. I swing my leg over his bike and slowly go to him.

My hands move over his neck behind his ears, his eyes glimmer with passion and desire as my toes flex to allow me closer. I make sure to push my body as close to him as possible. Both of his hands move over me, one supporting my lower back, the other going to the back of my hair. Soft, warm lips meet mine, moving slowly as they connect.

I pull him closer and glide my lips over his. I feel his heartbeat accelerate as his eyes open to look at me. Lips parting as he takes a breath, he runs his warm, strong hands to either side of my face, before drifting his thumb over my throat. My head drops backwards slightly, my mouth parting on a moan. God, this man is phenomenal.

I want him, right here.

He looks straight into my eyes. “Seems like we both feel the same way,” his voice croaks slightly.

Placing a soft kiss on my forehead he pulls away, taking my hand in his. “Come on.” He leads me towards the Rippers MC door, holding my hand with care. My legs struggle to move after the frenzy they were just caught up in. Feeling like a fumbling mess and not really knowing what to expect, I realise I’m holding my breath.

The thick, dark door pushes open into a large, two story open communal area. The room has no windows downstairs, the only light currently coming from the bar to the far left.

It’s built from oak wood with various pumps all nicely spot lit, with a few stools covered in blue leather sat in front. Behind the serving area, two big glass cabinets full of different coloured spirits, mostly rums and whiskeys, stand proud. Tall, black tables host long legged chairs, all neatly sat. Everywhere looks straight and tidy. I smile seeing a giant motorcycle crashing through the wall to the left of the bar with a ‘Rippers MC Lancashire’ flag hanging underneath it.

In the dim light it’s hard to see clearly but to my left, underneath the floating motor, sit four large, black leather sofas, two side by side along each wall in the corner. Squinting, I suddenly notice a woman’s bare arse facing me, minus the red thong she’s wearing. Her head slowly bobs up and down as a man lies back with his eyes shut.

I cover my mouth over a gasp, making VP follow my gaze.

“Riggs! For fuck sake!”

“Deano! Shit!”

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