Page 19 of Watcher

“If you decide to stay, I’ll teach you about club life and what to expect as an old lady.” She laughs when I cringe. “It’s not as bad as it sounds. You’ll get used to it.”

“Is he getting his ass chewed for bringing me here?” We walk back to the table, and Skittles finishes her beer.

“Probably,” she says. “But I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

“It’s my father, isn’t it.”

Skittles takes a deep breath, and I sense we are getting into uncomfortable territory. She can’t speak for the club. “Let me say this. Your father is trying to move the Memphis chapter out of its current location. That’s not cool. He’s got a ton of money and can make it difficult on the club. What happens to one chapter happens to all the chapters.”

“I can talk to him.”

“You can, but when a man like your father wants something, there’s not much talking that will change his mind.” She’s right. I’d heard him say several times that he wanted that biker trash away from the property he owned. There was no changing his mind.

“What about my age?” I ask. “Is that okay with the club?”

“Girl, as long as you are eighteen, you’re good with the club.” She holds up a finger. “However, make damn sure you don’t piss off another old lady by eyeing her man.”

“That won’t happen.” I toss the idea around in my head, unsure if I should mention it. If Emily were around, we’d talk about it. Maybe even Diablo. “I’m a virgin.” And just like that, I put it out there as if making a profound statement to the whole world.

“We all were at some point,” she says, and I giggle.

“I like that. I thought you were going to say then I should go. This wouldn’t be the place for me.”

“I’m guessing you aren’t the first virgin Watcher has ever had.” She gets up when Watcher exits the building. “He’ll take care of you. I promise,” she whispers. “Just be prepared for some of the shit he’s into.”

“Everything good?” Watcher looks from me to Skittles back to me.

“See,” Skittles says, “he still has some ass left.” She laughs and disappears inside.

“How’d that go?” I take several drinks from the bottle and set it down. He doesn’t appear angry or disappointed. He smiles and grabs the last beer from the bucket.

“First, he called me a dumbass but then told me if I didn’t treat you right, he’d personally turn me over to your father. We’re all good.” He smiles again and puts his hand on my knee, gently squeezing. I’ve never been around a man whose presence made me feel as protected and safe as Watcher’s. Money can’t buy that kind of protection.

“I think you’re lulling me into complacency,” I say.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“I’m not sure.”

He stands there a long time, looking at me. Neither of us says a word, trying to figure out if this is the right thing to do. I figure he’ll try to fuck me and then send me on my way, putting another notch in his biker belt.

“Each club officer has a room here at the club,” he says. You’re going to have to stay somewhere tonight.” He lifts me off the table and onto my feet. “I have a house a couple of miles down the road. It has three bedrooms and two bathrooms.”

“Diablo is staying here?”

“Her and Kentucky are already in his room.” He glances at the building. “From the sound of things on the inside, they’re banging it out pretty good.”

“Is that what you want to do.” Doesn’t every man? Isn’t that why he wanted me here?

“I’m not going to bullshit you, Jessica. I’m a horny motherfucker. Yeah, I want to make you scream, but I’m not going to move so fast that it causes me to lose something I believe could be special. Just because I’m a man doesn’t mean I’m an asshole.” He releases my hands and steps away, walking to his bike. “You can drive or let me give you a ride.”

“I’ll let you give me a ride.” He likes the smirk I add. I know what he meant, and I like the way he said it. He hands me a helmet, and I climb on behind him, scooting my crotch up against him. I wrap my arms around his waist and press my hands against his hard abs. Fuck, he’s something else. I put my chin on his shoulder and close my eyes, his scent divine.

I’m not sure what I’ll do once we get there. Thought this would happen in my house while my father was gone and Megan was off fucking someone. Is he ready for the mess that Google has told me will be made? Maybe nothing will happen. I squeeze his waist a little harder, and he presses back against me.

I don’t know why I do it, but I drop a hand to his crotch, brushing against his hard dick. The bike jerks forward, and Watcher turns his head. He smiles and then watches the road.

I was expecting a dump. A car with no wheels, a pitbull chained in the front yard, and trash piled up in the driveway. Watcher’s house is anything but. The yard obviously has lawn care services. The house looks newly painted. I climb off the bike and follow him to the front door. On the porch, he turns and kisses me.

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