Page 18 of Chelsea’s Knight

“Y-you’re not ashamed to be seen out with me looking like this?” she asks, pointing to the general area where the bandana is settled on her head.

“Fuck no. With or without hair, you’ll still be the hottest fucking woman around. Us Warriors don’t mess around when it comes to our old ladies, didn’t you know that? Look at Hayley, she’s got one fucking leg and she’s a complete and total badass in her own right.”

Chelsea starts laughing then snorts as she replies, “She has to be to keep up with Micah and now a baby.”

“You got that right. You ready to ride, babe?”

“Yeah, I was born ready. Let’s do this.”

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Dinner was, as I anticipated, full of laughter and comfortable conversation that led us to where both of us shared more in depth about our childhoods, our hopes, and dreams for the future. When we return to the clubhouse, I walk my bike back into its allotted spot and park, then we walk inside.

However, as we’re making our way through the main area of the clubhouse where everyone hangs out, I can’t keep my mouth shut any longer and I broach the subject that’s been at the back of my mind all night.

“I know I’ve been staying in your room since you came home, but are you gonna let me kiss you good night since this is our first official date?”

She grins at me before lacing our fingers together. “Guess you’ll have to walk me to the threshold of my room and find out,” she sasses.

Thankfully, the common area is quiet although I can hear the prospects and Tessie playing a game of pool off to the side. As we walk down the hallway leading to her room, I can feel my heart accelerating.

Fuck, I’ve kissed hundreds of women ever since I found out it was the first step on the way to heaven. Yet this woman has the power to annihilate me, but in the best possible way.

Taking out my card, I open her door, glad to see the lights activate on the keypad like they’re supposed to. Specks fucked around with one of those light systems that acts like a motion detector and set Chelsea’s room up so when she comes in, the one in the living room goes on at about half power almost like it’s at more of a dim level, alighting the room just enough so she can easily navigate around the furniture.

The other thing he did was put several emergency rip cords in her room and the attached bathroom in the event she ever starts having a seizure so she can reach up and yank on the rope. It sends an alert to the local fire and rescue station, as well as to Trident’s, Specks’, and my phone.

“So… I had a good time tonight,” she claims, looking up at me with a small, sly smile planted on her luscious lips. I smell a subtle, cherry aroma and realize she managed to put her flavored lip gloss on and suddenly, that’s my greatest desire… the tang of her taste bursting to life on the buds of my tongue.

“I did too, Chels. This has been the best date I’ve ever had.”

Granted, bikers don’t traditionally date in the normal sense of the word all too often, but I have gone out with a woman on a few occasions. In my earlier years, those instances would technically qualify as a date, and hands down, ours took the top spot.

Clearing her throat to get my attention, Chelsea blurts out, “I have one question for you, Canyon.” Bashfully, she looks up at me through her thick lashes, that innocent look she’s mastered seems to be like a magnet to my dick. Every single damn time she looks at me like this, my cock stands to attention and is strangled by the button and fly of my jeans.

“What’s that, babe?” My eyes never stray from her mouth, continuously tracing the path her tongue makes as she swipes it back and forth along her bottom, plump lip.

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” she teases, quoting one of her favorite country singers.

“Absofuckinglutely,” I throatily reply, my blood heating as I pull her into my arms and cup the apple of her cheek with the palm of my hand. “Been looking forward to doing this for quite some time now, and just so you know, it doesn’t change anything for later, okay?” At her nod, I touch my lips to hers and time freezes, standing still while I feast on her mouth.

Every air molecule in the vicinity is gone… evaporated into thin air.

The universe has exploded into shards of bright, vibrant orbs zipping around us.

I’m now, one hundred percent officially gone for this woman, she owns me heart and soul.

She is my dream come true. As these conclusions travel through my conscious mind, I can’t help but be thankful—thankful for this woman whose lips are perfectly molded to mine.

A sense of possession, longing, and need overcomes me, I cant my head sideways to deepen the kiss, needing, wanting to connect her spirit with mine and fill me full of her love until it’s spilling over.

I feel it in my soul when her breath hitches as my tongue swipes across her lower lip, requesting her permission for entry. But the moan when our tongues finally touch and tangle nearly has me coming in my jeans like I did when I was fourteen, still a virgin who found his dad’s porn stash and opened the magazine seeing his first set of tits.

After a few, long minutes breeze by, I force myself to pull back slightly so she doesn’t become overwhelmed, my perspiring forehead resting against hers as I struggle to catch my breath.

One shared kiss with the woman of my dreams and I’m caught in her web. Whatever she needs, whatever she desires, it’s hers. I’ll never have her questioning my devotion to her. She deserves everything, she deserves to have the entire fucking world at her fingertips.

“Wow,” she gasps, her cheeks pinkened and her breathing irregular.

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