Page 13 of Switchin' Lanes
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Diesel
After Tinkand I finish watching the game, we head back to the clubhouse. I can say this has been the best date I’ve ever been on. Even if I don’t remember the last time I took a woman out on an actual date. In the seven years I’ve been street racing, I’ve never had a relationship. Only fuck buddies and one-night stands, mostly with tire biters, the chicks who only want you because of the kind of car you drive or how good of a racer you are.
Meeting Tink a couple of years ago did something to me. At first, I still messed with tire biters and cut bunnies. Then, the more I got to know Tink, I realized I wanted more. Tink and I could easily have more. Aside from my brothers in the club, she’s my best friend. There’s shit I can tell her and talk to her about that I would never dream of talking to the guys about. Well, except for Hollywood. He and I have a different type of connection, unlike anything I’ve ever had with another guy. It’s confusing sometimes, but I try not to think about it too much.
When we get the clubhouse, I park in the area designated for all the Riders’ cars. I climb out and walk to the passenger side to open the door for Tink.
“Thanks, D.” She gives me a flirtatious smile.
“You wanna come hang out for a bit?”
She glances toward the clubhouse, hesitating. “Not tonight. I should get home.”
“I get it. Another time,” I suggest.
“I had a great time today. Thank you for everything.”
We walk to her car. She leans against the driver’s side, looking up at me through her lashes.
“I did, too. I hope we can go out again soon.” I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. The contact causes her to pull her lip between her teeth. As if I didn’t already find her sexy as hell. She bites her lip all the time. Usually when she’s trying to concentrate on something. But it turns me on, every damn time. I cup her face in my hand, lightly brushing my thumb across her lip to coax her into letting it go. Which she instantly does.
I lean in, giving her a soft kiss. When I pull away, our eyes lock. Her eyes reflecting how I feel. She grabs a hold of my shirt, pulling me back to her. I slide my hand into her hair prompting her to part her lips, granting me entrance with my tongue. I deepen the kiss, causing her to tighten her grip on my shirt as she moans into my mouth. When I pull back, breaking the kiss, we’re both lightly panting.
“That was some kiss.” I grin. Even in the dim lighting of the light poles, I notice her cheeks turn pink, matching her hair.
“I should get going,” she says softly.
“Drive safe and text me when you get home.” I kiss her forehead and step back so she can get in her car.
“I will.” With that, she starts her car and drives off.
I shake my head, not able to fight back the smile on my face and head inside. Inside, some cut bunnies are hanging around. There’s music playing just loud enough to be heard and Hollywood is playing pool and drinking with a few of the guys. He turns toward me, his eyes landing on mine.
Something in the air shifts. My heart beats a little faster. I’ve always felt a connection with Hollywood, but this is different. Stronger even. Like something I’ve only ever felt for Tink. Glass shattering behind me breaks my stare. Turning toward the bar, I’m faced with Lolita and one of our new prospects. She must be showing him the ropes. I walk down the hall to my room without looking back at Hollywood.
Once in my room, I change into sweats and climb into bed. Being alone, my mind starts to wander. There’s no way I could have feelings like that for another guy. Maybe him keeping his distance from us is for the best. Either way, it still hurts and if I hurt, I’m sure Tink does, too.
As if on cue, my phone buzzes.
From Pixie:Made it home and headed to bed.
To Pixie:Sweet dreams, beautiful.
From Pixie:Good night :)
I plug my phone in to charge, turn the light off, and attempt to fall asleep.
The next morning, after I shower and get ready for the day, I go out to the main room. We have Church first thing this morning. I walk in and take my seat. Five minutes later, everyone is in their designated seats.
“Alright, let’s get started,” Prez announces. “Gunner, how’s the money look?”
“All dues are paid. Everything’s lookin’ good, Prez.”
“Great, on to business. It’s been brought to my attention that there’s a new drug being sold in our territory. Not much is known about it yet, but I’m working on gettin’ more info,” Prez explains. “I need all y’all to keep your ears to the ground. If you hear anything about anything, as always, come straight to me.”
“Are there any clues on who’s distributing it,” Rascal asks.
“None yet. It could be anyone at this point,” Prez replies. “Does anyone have anything to add?”
There’s a round of no’s and shaking heads.
“As a quick reminder, we’re having a club party this Friday as a send-off for Saint. Now, get the hell out and get to work.” He hits his gavel down and everyone leaves the room. Hollywood is one of the last to leave and he makes sure to make eye contact with me before he does. I walk out of the room and out of the clubhouse. The best thing for me to do right now is throw myself into work. I’ll try to figure shit out with Hollywood later.
