Page 15 of Chaos
The image of her on another man’s bike fills me with jealousy. I have no right to be jealous, I didn’t know her then but I want to be her one and only.
Jesus, if this carries on, she’s going to have my balls before I can get her to be mine. I seriously need to pull myself together.
“Then you are more than welcome to ride with me Olivia if you would like?” I quickly add.
“I would like that, Chaos.”
Jesus, fuck, shit.
The way my name sounds coming from her plump lips has my cocking going hard in a second. I have to swallow a few times and count the players of the nineteen sixty-six World cup to make my cock go down a little. Can’t be riding with cock hard as steel, while she is clinging to me.
“Okay then, let’s hit the road,” I shout.
I pass Olivia’s bag off to Twisted to put in the van. She looks sexy as fuck in tight, light, denim jeans, that fit her like a glove. A Harley-Davidson t-shirt, which again shows off her assets without being slutty, a deep purple leather jacket, and black riding boots. She is the picture of beautiful biker chick chic. We reach my bike and I hand her the spare helmet I got ready, hoping she would agree to ride with me. I mount my bike and put my helmet on. Steadying the bike between my thighs, I tap the seat behind me.
“Get on babes.”
Her smile gets even bigger than I thought possible, as she places her hand on my shoulder to help her up and swings her leg over the seat. I watch her in my wing mirror, she makes it look so graceful and effortless as she sits down behind me, gripping the side of my cut. I grab her legs and pull her forward so she’s flush against me and then wrap her arms around my waist. Tapping her hand in reassurance. I raise my hand in the air and make a circle with my finger. I hear all the bikes start up behind me and Tracker is next to me, as he will take the lead as Road Captain.
As the engines all roar to life, I feel Olivia shake behind me. I look in the wing mirror to check she’s okay. She has another huge grin on her face. Guess it was a good shiver. As one, we all move forward and start to make our way through the camp to get to the main road out of the campground. As we’re slowly rolling through, I feel Olivia tap my left side, I look to check she’s okay and catch why she tapped me. Over to the far left is Dyno, standing glaring at us with a few members of Tribal Bones. I glare back at him while my hand moves to her leg, giving her a reassuring squeeze. Dyno’s glare goes to one of murder once he notices. I smirk at him as we ride on.
Fuck the prick.
We make it to the main road and head out on our way. We ride for a good few hours, before pulling into a service station. I’m getting too old for these long rides. My muscles are stiff and I awkwardly dismount my bike after Olivia hopes off.
How in the hell is she moving around like that after being on the bike for so long?
“You, okay?” she asks me as I try to stretch the aches out of my muscles.
“Yeah, body is not what it used to me. Long rides make my muscles hurt,” I tell her, feeling fucking old.
I’m only thirty-seven years old but I might as well be seventy-three by the way my muscles are. I definitely need to start working out more. I’m not getting any younger and I need to start taking better care of myself.
“None of us are as young as we used to be, especially Prez,” Riot says as he comes up, slings his arm around Olivia’s shoulders, guiding her into the service station.
“Cheeky fucker,” I mumble at him.
His loud laugh is all I get back.
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Ilove the easy banter between the brothers. Riot teasing Chaos about his age, makes me chuckle. Guess Chaos is the oldest of the group. Even if they all look young and fit, I notice a few of them moving a little slower, stretching out their muscles after several hours on the bikes. This is where yoga comes in handy for me. It keeps my muscles nice and stretched, so long rides don’t bother me as much.
“Riot, don’t be mean,” I tell him as he drops his arm across my shoulders as we walk into the service station.
“Sticking up for Prez already. You wound me, Livie. Thought I was your favourite,” he says sticking his lip out.
“God you really are a flirt. Just can’t help yourself, can you?” I ask with a giggle.
“Can’t help being this brilliant,” he replies, heading for the food court.
Laughing, I follow along as I’m getting hungry. After all of us got some food, which Chaos kindly, without giving me a choice, paid for, we hit the bathrooms. I did my business and freshened up a little. Leaving the ladies, I found all the guys waiting outside for me.
“Come on Sweetpea. Let’s hit the road; I want to get home,” Chaos says, guiding me back outside.
I love the little nickname. He’s been using terms of endearment for me a lot more and I find myself liking it. I get that might not make me a feminist but there is more to being one. A pet name makes me feel treasured and loved. Which is an odd feeling, considering I’ve only known Chaos and his brothers, not even a full day, but each of them has been so kind and welcoming. None of them have made me feel unsafe or scared to be around them. No one has barked an order at me.
