Page 24 of Sexy Beginnings
Chapter Fourteen
Lucy
When we get to the clubhouse, we meet Shooter in his office. I always get nervous around him. He is a father figure, but he is also the President and he holds all of the power.
“We need to talk about what you bein’ eighteen, and you claimin’ her means for everyone involved and for the club. Now we haven’t heard anything from that family of yours, but that don’t mean anything. I suggest you still be cautious. People like that hold grudges. As far as your role here, we don’t expect ya to keep cleanin’ up after us.” Shooter looks over at me.
“I don’t mind doing things when I’m here.” I smile at him.
“You turned out good, kid. Let me have a minute with Whip here.” I stand up and walk out of the room. Tracie is in the main room so I go and sit down next to her.
“Hey, Mary.” She looks at me for a minute. “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say my nickname doesn’t fit anymore.” I can feel my face heating at her implication. “Well, tough luck. I still like it.” I laugh at her.
Jordan comes up to us. “Tomorrow mornin’ I gotta go on a run with a couple of the brothers. You’re gonna stay here right?”
“Yeah, I’d rather be here than be alone.”
“All right, well, until then I’m gonna take advantage of having you all to myself.” He picks me up throwing me over his shoulder and walking toward the door. I sweep my hair out of my face and wave goodbye to Tracie.
“See ya later, Mary!”
Jordan takes me back to the same house we were at earlier. “I’m guessing this is your house?”
“Nope, I always take girls to random houses.” I elbow him in the ribs. “Shit, yeah, it’s mine. I settled on it about a month ago in anticipation of this day.”
I head up the steps and into the house taking the time to actually appreciate it. The first thing I see is an empty room on my right, and the steps leading upstairs to my left. Walking straight, I come to the kitchen with another long room on my right attached to the first, if I had to guess that would probably be the dining room. When I continue my tour through the kitchen I come to the living room. It’s like every other room is: completely empty. “Is the bed the only piece of furniture you bought?”
“Yeah, it’s the only one I cared about.” He wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me against him. “Honestly, I figured you could pick the stuff out. I’m not good at any of this crap, and I wanted you to like it.”
I spin in his arms. “I swear you’re bi-polar. We need to talk, but unfortunately there’s no where for me to sit.”
“I have somewhere for you to sit.” He whispers in my ear, his hot breath causing my body to break out in goose bumps.
“Ugh, you’re a lost cause.” I plop down on the living room carpet, patting the spot next to me. “This will have to do.”
He sits down shaking his head at me.
“Why did you leave?” No warm up, I’m jumping in headfirst.
“Shit, do we really need to do this, Luce? I mean everything is good now.” He runs his hand through his hair, and I can tell this is the last thing he wants to talk about.
“Yeah, we do. I need to know what happened. You don’t know how bad it hurt me.” I think back to the sharp pain in my chest.
“I had to leave, babe. When we first took you in, the Pres said no one could touch you ‘til you turned eighteen. From the very first day, I felt the overwhelming need to protect you, in time I wanted you. That night when I kissed you, it took everything I had to walk away from you. I knew if I stayed, I wouldn’t be able to control myself and I would risk losing my patch. That was club business, and I wasn’t supposed to tell you.” He didn’t leave because he didn’t care, he left because he did.
I launch myself at him, knocking us both to the ground. I knew I hadn’t been crazy all these years. There was something between us but it was taboo. He fought it and I took that as he was disinterested. We are laying on the floor together when his phone rings.
“Hey. Yeah, no problem.” He pulls me on top of him. “I have to leave tonight instead of in the morning. We need to head to the club.” I pout at him. “I’m gonna have Tracie take you out tomorrow, you can pick out whatever you want.” I still keep my pout in place. “I wish I could stay but I can’t. Come on.” He sits up bringing me with him and we stand, heading out to his bike.
I hate that he has to leave tonight. I mean we just got together and it’s my birthday. I guess I need to get used to this, him leaving, sometimes at the drop of a hat. I always heard the guys talk about the last minute trips, I just never thought I’d be dealing with them because Jordan was always running from me.
We get to the clubhouse and head straight for Jordan’s room. His arms grip my hips. “I’m gonna miss you hard.”
“Miss me hard?” I laugh at his statement.
“Baby, I wanna do everything with you hard.” My mouth drops open. “Hey, at least I’m honest.” I lean my head on his chest memorizing the way it feels to be in his arms.
“I’ll miss you.” I whisper trying not to be an overly emotional girl.
“Me too, babe.” He tips my chin up, and kisses me.
“I love you.” It comes out without any warning. I feel him tense.
“Loved you for years, Sweets. Just had to wait ‘til I was allowed to.”
