Page 69 of Bullet
I toss my phone down onto the bed next to me. This is it. I finally get to make Harlee fucking Swift mine once and for all.
Now all I have to do is not screw it up.
I’m nervous.
This isn’t the first date that I have ever had, but it is the first date with the guy I have been picturing in my head for years. It feels monumental. Like this will change everything in my life.
I am so ready for it, though. I’m tired of always feeling depressed and wanting to act out to push my feelings away. Ever since I started embracing my feelings, I feel like a whole new person.
I’m not there yet, but I want to be someone my mom would be proud of. With Bullet by my side, I know I will get there.
I look down at my jeans one last time. I would like to wear a dress, but I know we will be on the back of his bike, and while I have been on his bike in skimpy clothes before, it’s best to be as covered as possible. I know Bullet would never intentionally crash, but other people on the road pay less attention than he does.
Adding the last touch to my outfit, I go to my closet to pull out my leather jacket. I see my mom’s hanging next to mine, making me miss her. It was one of the things she wanted me tohave in her will. I touch it briefly before I close the closet door and slide the jacket over my arms.
I head back out to the living room as I hear the roar of the motorcycle. I smile, knowing it’s him. I wait for him to come to the door, which admittedly takes longer than I expect. I’m impatient by the time he lets himself inside.
“What took you so long?” I ask him.
He smirks at me. “Had to give the prospect his orders. He won’t be needed here tonight.”
I raise a brow. “You think you’ll be staying the night? I don’t put out on the first date.”
His smirk grows. “Is this the first date, though? Or the first night of the rest of our lives?”
I swallow hard. When he mentions the future, it makes me salivate. I want it so bad, but I’m also scared to dream of it. What if something happens to him and he is ripped away from me, too?
Pushing the morbid thought from my head, I move toward him, stepping into his arms for a hug. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling my body into his.
“I missed you,” he whispers against the side of my head.
“I missed you too.”
It has only been two days since I’ve seen him, but it feels like a lifetime. I know I need to be on this journey for myself, but having Bullet with me makes it so much easier. He is a comfort that I really need in my life.
“Where are we going?” I ask as I lean back to kiss his lips.
He kisses me back eagerly before he pulls something from under his jacket.
“Put this on. I want you to be safe.”
My heart melts at the pair of riding chaps he has in his hands. They are black with green stitching, the Lotus logo clear on the leg.
“It’s my favorite color,” I mutter.
“Of course it is. Now go put them on. We are going to be late.” He smacks my ass lightly before he pulls away from me.
I quickly pull on the chaps, surprised at how perfectly they fit. When I look at Bullet, all I see is heat in his eyes.
He offers me his hand, which I take without hesitation. He leads me out to his bike, locking the front door as we go. As I put on the helmet, I can’t help but think to myself what it would look like with his name on it, claiming me as his property.
I climb on behind him without a care in the world as to where we are going. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I will be there with him.
As we take off, I don’t miss the way his hand reaches back, grabbing my thigh in that possessive manner that he had before. It makes me feel like I am on top of the clouds. Nothing can touch me up here. It feels so good, in fact, that I start to wish the bike ride would never end.
Unfortunately for me, it does end and way too soon for my liking, but the view makes it almost worth it.
“Lake Mead?” I say as I get off the bike.
