Page 33 of Fang
There is. I’m not surprised she has heard about it because the girls at the club are all aiming to claim a patch of their own. I know they’ve been asking the guys things about being a woman in the club.
“Usually, yes. Only your old lady would ride on the back, but in extenuating circumstances you can make an exception.” I hand her my helmet. “Here, wear this.”
She holds it, unsure.
“If you aren’t comfortable, I can get you an Uber home and bring you your car when it’s done,” I tell her, hating the indecision on her face.
She shakes her head. “I don’t know how to put this on. I’ve never been on a bike before.”
The thrill that shoots through my body at knowing I’ll be giving her an experience she has never felt before.
I’ll be her first.
“It’s okay. Let me help you.”
I take the helmet back and place it on her head. I pull her neck up so I can see the strap. It takes me a few minutes to get it fitted for her, but once I do, I smile at her.
“How does it feel?” I ask.
“Weird, but good,” she admits.
I flip her visor down.“Good. Now where are your keys?” I ask her.
“In the car. I need my purse too,” she tells me.
I nod. “Wait here.”
Quickly, I grab her purse then lock the car, leaving the key on the back tire for my guys. Then I go back to the bike and put her purse in my saddlebag. I’m glad she only keeps a small one. Another reason I like her. She’s simple.
“Okay, I’m going to get on the bike and take it off the kickstand. Then you are going to climb on behind me. I’ll let you know when to climb.”
She nods. “What about a helmet for you?”
“Don’t worry about me, little dancer,” I tell her, flicking the visor.
She grumbles but doesn’t say a word.
I do as I explained to her, telling her when to get on. She tries to sit away from me, but I reach back, grabbing her arms and pulling her forward so her front is plastered to my back. Then I press her hands into my chest.
She keeps them there as I turn on the bike and head toward a little mom-and-pop place I love to eat.
Part of me wants to fly like I usually do, but the other part wants to savor having her on the back of my bike. I’ve never allowed anyone on the back of my bike. I don’t think it would feel the same if it was any girl, though.
No, Cami is special. I knew it the moment she walked into my club with all of her demands. The first time I watched her dance. Seeing her upset in my office.
She’s someone I want to get to know more.
Finally, we pull up outside the little deli. I turn off the bike and hold my hand out for Cami to step off.She does, her legs shaking as she stands next to the bike. I put my hands on her hips to steady her.
“Thanks,” she says, her hands trying to take off the helmet.
I push her back a step before getting off the bike. I grab her hands, setting them on my own hips as I undo her helmet. Pulling it off, I smirk at the way her hair flies wildly. She looks like a biker chick in this moment.
She looks like she could be mine.
Those thoughts have been sneaking into my thoughts more and more over the past couple of days.
She shyly pulls her hands away when she is steady.“Thank you.”
