Page 20 of Biker On The Hill
I have to blink twice to process his sudden shift in conversation.“What?”
Leaning in, he gently touches his nose to mine and whispers the words again, “What fills your lungs with joy, and makes you feel alive, Ryett?”
“Recently?Being on the back of your bike.Instant serenity,” I automatically reply without thinking twice.
His smile is blinding.“See?My old lady already.”
The havoc of the past few months is on hold when I stare into his eyes.With the horrible events this morning I have to admit I do feel safe with Abbott by my side.Hell, even the sheriff advised to keep him close.
The time I’ve spent with him was extremely enjoyable, and I’m not even talking about the sex.If I made a list of all the pros and cons?There’s less than a handful of cons.For one the toilet seat, and the man is horrible when it comes to pulling off his socks and leaving them on the floor wherever he’s standing as soon as he’s home.
Though, mostly he fixes things around the house, even the stuff I don’t mention.He helps to do the dishes, cooks, cleans, is great to talk to, we can share a comfortable silence.Now, through the horrible moments today he and his brotherhood step up for me in a way that makes me feel like I have a family I belong to.
I place my palm across his heart, right over his leather cut.“My old man,” I fiercely whisper.
“Damn right,” he grunts and takes the breath from my lungs with a scorching kiss.
And for a single moment in time, I don’t give a fuck about Vance and his destructive path he made me the center of.
CHAPTER TEN
–ABBOTT –
The newfound energy flowing through my veins is all due to the woman sitting on the back of my bike.Fuck.Hearing her confess how being on the back of my bike gives her instant serenity hits me straight in the damn chest.
Feelings sparked by Ryett are a unique experience.She’s the first woman who has managed to control my damn heartbeat.If it’s with a smile thrown my way, pure hate toward others who threaten her, or the way her pussy feels wrapped around my cock.
Before I met her the organ inside my chest was steady as fuck with only one function: to pump blood.To have her in my life causes a whole new level of protectiveness to rise inside me.The sense of justice and retaliation I had when Gracie was killed is only a hint of the rage rooted inside me with the shit Vance is doing.
Like father, like son, and the other way around.Let’s hope he dares to come close this time because I will end him once and for all.Thank fuck Ryett decided to close the bookstore for the time being.She doesn’t want to risk Vance burning down the store and hurting others in the process.
Besides, the large window needs to be repaired and it will take a few days.For now, we’ve boarded up the windows to make sure the fucker can’t throw another Molotov cocktail into the store and burn it down.
We’re heading home.At least, that’s what Ryett thinks.I decided to take a detour and check on the clubhouse.Over the past few days, the brothers made some progress and the renovation of the floor is done.Taking another turn, I ride for an extra twenty minutes and finally arrive at the clubhouse after a long detour.
“Thank you,” Ryett states while she fumbles with the strap of her helmet.“I know you took us for a longer ride, and I appreciate it.”Jerking her chin in the direction of the clubhouse, she asks, “Why are we stopping at the clubhouse?”
