Page 21 of Biker On The Hill
“I wanted to bring you here as my old lady.No one ever had the privilege,” I simply state.
A coy smile tugs her lips.“Well, I know for sure I’ve had the privilege of coming here before.So, are you telling me you never had an old lady?”
She’s been at the clubhouse?A surge of jealousy hits me.
Why the hell would she have been here before?“Why where you here?For whom?”
My old lady hands me her helmet.“Your sister.I’ve dropped her off here to visit Layton a few times or pick her up in the morning before work.”
Ryett is oblivious to the jealousy I was suppressing, and it’s completely gone after hearing her explanation.
Placing a possessive hand on the back of her neck I brush my lips against hers and murmur, “You’re my first and only old lady.I’ve never so much as took a woman on a damn date.Doesn’t mean I never had encounters for a fun time, ’cause I had lots.Nothing compares to spending time with you though.”
Her breath catches and those stormy gray eyes give me her full attention.“Why me?I’ve only had two boyfriends.The first lasted eight months, and the second two weeks.I didn’t have a fun encounter, how you so easily put it, until I met you.So, why make me your old lady?”
The only words entering my brain are related to the fact that two men have touched what’s now mine.Fuck.Jealousy hits me from something in the past.This woman has me completely on edge and here she’s standing in front of me asking why I want her as my old lady.
“You’re the first one pushing buttons inside me I never knew existed.The burn I feel inside my veins when I’m near you holds a warmth rooted in kindness.Your actions, the way you hold your body, speak your mind, live the life you deem worthy.You’re an exceptional human being, Ryett.Believe me when I say I’ve seen rotten scumbags in every layer of society.So, when I find a gem in the middle of a haystack?For sure as shit I’ll grab and hold on.”
Her fingers curl into the leather of my cut to lift herself up on her toes and murmurs against my lips, “Grabby hands, eh?”
I let my hands find her ass and knead those lush globes.“Damn straight.”
“Are you guys coming in or gonna grope one another some more out in the open?”my annoying sister asks.
I keep my eyes locked with Ryett when I growl, “In a minute,” and take my time to kiss my old lady.
Her body melts against mine and it’s something we both need after the havoc this day started with.It was the whole point of taking her for a ride and stopping here before taking her home.A home which reminds her of grief, of the fucker who adds to the loss and stirs up trouble she doesn’t deserve.
She pulls back but keeps our faces close.“Thank you for being there for me, even if we just started, just know it means a lot to me.Every single one of your club brothers chipping in to help with the store and look after the house.”She closes her eyes and gently shakes her head before giving me her stormy gray gaze again.“I wouldn’t know where my mind would be if it was just me.You, along with your family, lend me the strength I need to move forward to get through this.”
I cup the side of her face and tenderly brush her cheek with my thumb.“The strength you mentioned is already inside you, Ryett.Distractions might have clouded them a bit, but accepting help will always clear shit up, no matter how dark the road ahead seems.”
“I’ll be sure to remember that,” she muses and places a kiss on my lips.
“Make sure you do,” I grunt and tighten my hold on her head to kiss her quick and hard before I guide her into the clubhouse.
“Finally,” my sister huffs.“I was gonna throw a tent at you guys so you could camp out in the parking lot.”
I flash her my middle finger.“Fuck off.You’re just jealous I stole your bestie and made her mine.”
“You can’t steal what I lend you, asshole,” Delcy snaps.
Ryett giggles and turns to Layton.“Do you have something to drink?”
Layton is about to say something when I slide my arm around my woman’s waist and tell my VP, “Go entertain my annoying sister.I’ll take care of my old lady.”
Not waiting for a reply, I walk us to the bar.
I signal to the prospect behind the bar and ask Ryett, “What would you like?”
“Whiskey on the rocks?”
“Are you asking or telling me?”A chuckle slips from me.“We have a wide choice when it comes to alcohol, but lots of non-alcohol as well.”
The way she always gives me her eyes, open and honest, is something I adore about her.“I’d like something strong.One or two drinks.I rarely drink but tonight I definitely want something to take off the edge.”
Turning to the prospect I tell him, “Patron, two shots, and two bottles of water.”
