Page 6 of Stitch
The bikers had allleft for something they called ‘Church’, which I was pretty sure had nothing to do with religion, if the books I’d read were any indication. The sign was almost half painted, and looked beautiful already. This place already felt like a world away from my last job, and something about it felt right. This was where I was supposed to be now.
“There’s nothing left to do now, babe. Once the sign is finished, we can think about a grand opening or something. I’ve got some ads going in, and Ice has setup an amazing website and is doing something I really don’t understand, to point traffic in our direction. Hopefully we’ll get some clients pretty soon.”
Well, it sounded like our work was definitely done for now.
“Sounds like we should grab a bottle of wine and celebrate then.”
Lissa giggled. “How did I know you were going to say that? Ice said we can go and have a drink in the clubhouse bar. I hear their VP is back at last, that’s what their meeting was for. I haven’t met him yet, but he’s likely to be using our new business at some point.”
Great, another damaged, messed up guy. I just wanted someone who wanted to fucking live life with me, and treat me like a queen. Was that really too much to ask?
We locked up, and got into my car, and drove around to the gates of the biker compound. It almost felt like one of those zombie apocalypse survivor camps, except for the two young biker guys who strolled over to my car, looking ready to send me on my way.
“Excuse me, Miss… Oh, hey Lissa. You guys coming in?” His tone changed fast, and I listened as they briefly chatted, and then the heavy gates were swinging open and we were directed inside, and to a parking spot. There were more cars than I expected for a biker club, but there was the super sexy, shiny row of motorbikes. I had no idea what any of them were, but they were thrilling, even just parked there, because they represented something risky, and dangerous, at least to me.
“Come on, girl, wine won’t pour itself.”
She led me inside the large building and instantly I felt at home, which was weird because I’d never been here before.
“What took you so long?” Lissa was almost instantly swept up by her hot biker guy, and I was back to being the third wheel, but the discomfort didn’t last long, because suddenly we were in a huge bar area, and it was full of more hot bikers than I could even have imagined. There was laughter, and loud talking, music you couldn’t quite make out, and a cute younger guy behind the bar, dishing out drinks as fast as he could.
“Hey darlin’, what can I get ya?” I asked for a beer, because it occurred to me that I had to drive home after this, and so one beer would have to be my limit.
I sat and drank my beer, while I listened to Ice and Lissa chatting with the otherbikers around us. A few were cute, one or two were absolutely gorgeous and at least one was terrifying. He winked at me a few times, and that thrill of impending danger ran down my spine at the thought of being with someone like him, even though I didn’t necessarily fancy him. Sometimes a girl just needs to get an itch scratched, right? But fucking anyone from the club would be super awkward later, if they came to the clinic, and I had every reason to believe they might.
We hung out for a few hours, with me drinking soft drinks after my beer, while everyone else seemed to get more and more merry as the night progressed. Finally I needed a bathroom, so I grabbed Lissa’s arm, and asked her for help, and she went with me to use the small, but very clean set of cubicles off the bar. There was a sign on the door which had clearly originally said ‘ladies’ but someone had added the word ‘old’ in front of it.
“What do you think?”
I stared at her in the mirror as we washed our hands.
“It’s a nice place, I can see why you feel at home here.”
“See anyone you like?” She had a wicked grin on her face, watching me as I undid my smart blouse, and tied the tails at my waist. It felt too officey to wear around these more casual people, but the vest underneath was too skimpy to wear around a room of strange, alcohol-soaked men.
“Babe, I’m going to pop up to my room to get you a different top. Wait here.”
Thank god for Lissa. Now if she could just supply me with somewhere to sleep, I could really party with these guys. I checked myself in the mirror, smoothing my hair, where it had become a little frizzed up in the warm air.
The bathroom was stiflingly hot, so I stepped back into the corridor to cool down, and walked straight into a warm body.
Five
Talk about a greatwelcome back to the club. After Church, we’d gone to the bar to drink it up and celebrate my return, which apparently meant we all had to get completely rat-arsed. Elise was staying up in my room, which was a relief, because I didn’t want her near my brothers when they were drinking, any more than I wanted them around her sober.
A few drinks in with the guys, and I was wondering why the hell I’d let myself stay away from them. I was laughing more than I had in weeks, and it gave me hope, or at least it took away some of the fatalistic mood I’d been in for so long.
I decided to call it a night a little earlier than I might have before, because I didn’t want to leave Elise alone all damn night. What if she decided to come down here? The guys were rowdy, and their humour was bordering on offensive at this point. I knew she was a grown up, but she was also kinda innocent and sweet, and this really wasn’t the place for her.
I headed down the dimly lit hall to go up to my room, and crashed into someone warm and curvy. My hands caught her hips, as she staggered back a few paces, and then our eyes met, and I swear, it was like something happened inside me.
I took one look at this fucking goddess in front of me, and I acted on pure instinct, like I’d never behaved before.
My fingers slid up her back and into her hair, as I backed her up to the wall.
She was breathing fast, her lips parting as she started to speak, but I didn’t want words. I wanted those fucking lips. I pressed her against the wall with my body, my hipstrapping hers, and my lips were on hers an instant later. She didn’t argue or try to push me away, instead seeming to melt against me, as she started kissing me back. I groaned at her taste, at the way her mouth yielded to mine, her tongue easing against mine with as much desperation as I felt.
My hips were moving, rocking against hers, simulating the act I desperately wanted with her, even as I nipped at her lips, sucking on her bottom lip, as her eyes slowly quivered open and she looked at me.
