Page 20 of Sexy Beginnings
Chapter Twelve
Lucy
I wake up and the excitement I’ve felt on every other birthday is absent. I wonder if I could just stay in here all day. I’m not looking forward to everything that today brings. Today I’m eighteen. The club really only granted me protection until this day and now I’m uncertain of my place. I thought that Shooter would have brought up what happens past today at some point but he hasn’t, and I’ve been scared to ask.
At one point, I thought I would find my place with Jordan today but I don’t see that happening. I know I’m an adult now but I still have no means to take care of myself outside of these doors. Being so helpless sucks.
A knock sounds at my door and it opens slowly. Tracie is standing there with a couple balloons and a small gift bag.
“Happy birthday, Mary! You’re legal now!” She jumps on the bed causing us both to bounce. “Here!”
She shoves the gift bag at me. “Thanks, Trace, you didn’t have to get me anything.” I open the bag and when I lift the tissue paper my eye bug out of my head. “Oh my God!” It’s a damn vibrator! My cheeks turn red as I shove it back into the bag.
She laughs as she stands up from the bed. “You’re gonna need that! Don’t be afraid to explore girl!”
She closes the door leaving me dumbstruck on my bed. What a way to start off the day. I decide to get up and get dressed, slipping on a pair of black yoga pants and one of my “Support Deathstalkers MC” shirts. When I walk out into the common area, everyone is cheering and gathered in a circle.
“You’re finally a brother now, Whip!” Jordan is standing in the middle. He’s back. They must be patching him in. I walk past the crowd hoping to go unnoticed. “Lucy!” Twisted shouts. “Happy birthday!”
I turn trying to plaster a believable smile on my face. “Thanks.” I walk toward the kitchen wanting to get away before I become the center of attention.
I’m looking in the fridge for something to make for breakfast when the door closes. I look up to see who did it and I’m frozen.
Jordan.
“Come on.” I stare at him in complete confusion. He extends his hand out to me but I make no move to take it. “Lucy, come with me.”
I shake my head. He hurt me. There is no way I want to go anywhere with him.
“No? Why not?” He takes a step toward me and I take one in retreat. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You walked out on me.” My voice is soft and weak. “I don’t want to go with you.”
“I know. I screwed up. Let me take you somewhere and explain.” He takes another step toward me and I retreat the same way shaking my head again in response.
Before I know what is happening Jordan picks me up by my ass and turns me around pressing me into the wall. It’s like deja vu. “I left so I didn’t break my word to Pres. If I would have stayed, there is no way I would have been able to hold back from making you mine. I’m not asking anymore. We. Are. Leaving.”
He doesn’t explain anymore or put me down, but instead carries me through the clubhouse. The boys cheer and yell as we walk out of the door. Jordan places me on his bike, handing me a helmet, before climbing on in front of me.
“Hold on tight, Sweets.”
I reluctantly grasp his jacket. I don’t particularly want to go with him but a part of me needs to hear what he has to say. Jordan grabs my hands wrapping them around his torso before revving the bike and taking off. I’ve only ever ridden on a bike once before on the way back from Ambrosia with Twisted, but when we hit the highway and pick up speed my heart starts to race. Being like this with him is exciting, scary, and amazing all at the same time.
We pull up to a white two-story house. I look around completely confused as to where I am. Stepping off the bike, I move toward the house when Jordan grabs my hand. He yanks me backward and holds me against him. One hand travels down the side of my body, grasping my thigh and lifting it over the bike so I’m sitting with my back to him.
His hand sweeps my hair to the side exposing my neck. When his lips touch my skin, I break out in goose bumps. While it’s the best distraction I’ve ever had, I pull away from him.
“Jordan, you can’t just—”“
“No. No more talking. I will explain everything to you, Luce, just trust me. Right now I need you. I need this.” His teeth nip at my skin and I groan. Jordan stands up, pushing me forward farther on the bike, before sitting back down. “Hold on, Sweets.”
I grab the handle bars, completely confused as to what he is doing. His left hand slowly begins to graze up and down my inner thigh, while he continues to feast on my neck as if I’m the best meal he’s ever had. Chills run through me and down my spine. The engine revs unexpectedly and I let out a loud moan as the vibration goes straight to my core. The metal of the bike is so hot that it’s only adding to my pleasure.
“Today is the day I finally get to do everything I have wanted to for the longest time. In every way, however I choose. I will own every inch of you today and you will fucking love it. I will make you feel things you’ve never dreamed of.” His words send chills through me as he holds me tight against him. “I just need to know you want that too. Tell. Me. You. Want. This.”
I pause for a moment before answering him. “I do.” My voice is soft and at first, I’m not sure if he hears me.
“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” He revs the engine again and I arch my back. Holy shit. This feels amazing. His hand cups me between my legs slowly stroking. My entire body starts to heat, the fever taking over every inch of me. The fires of hell are burning through my veins and it’s delicious.
