Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter 10

1 month later

I groan and roll over. My hand automatically seeks out Roam. I stretch it out and pat the bed, searching for him. But his side is cold. I open my eyes and look around, then I smell bacon. A pan clatters and I hear a few shits and f*cks uttered. Just as I’m about to get up, the door slowly creaks open and he walks in. Jeans slung low on his hip, no shirt, man-V and tattoos on display, and black hair wet from the shower. Delicious.

“Mornin’,” he grins.

I lick my lips as my eyes travel his body. “Good morning,” I reply cheerily.

He walks in and sets the breakfast tray over my lap. “You’re spoiling me,” I remark.

“You’re worth it,” he says, before placing a tender kiss to my lips.

He pulls back and I look down. He’s made scrambled eggs, biscuits and bacon. Plus there’s coffee and orange juice.

“Mmmm, this smells divine,” I moan, before taking a bite.

He watches me as I eat. I’ll admit, it’s a little creepy, but the food is so good, I don’t really care.

“Where did you learn to cook?” I ask, when I’m finished.

“Mom wasn’t big on cookin’ and I was tired of eating canned food and bread, so I took it upon myself to start experimenting.”

“You’re good at it,” I compliment him.

“You can thank me,” he replies, on a lip twitch.

“Thank you,” I say, sweetly.

“Naw, I think you can do better than that.”

“Oh, really?” I make my eyes wide and I put on my best innocent voice, at the same time as I drag my finger tip from my belly, up my stomach to swirl around my nipple and then up to my mouth, where I suck on it.

“Yeah, really.” His voice is husky and my core clenches at the sound of it.

“What makes you so sure?” I climb onto my knees and straddle his legs. His eyes are glued to my breast. I’m wearing a white tank top and loose pajama bottoms. I know my nipples are showing through the top because his eyes haven’t left the area. I watch as he stares at them, his eyes getting darker and hungrier with each second that passes. His erection presses into me and I rock against him, almost imperceptibly.

His hands go to my ass and he palms my cheeks before his mouth lowers and he drags his tongue around my nipples. His saliva wets the fabric and I look down to see what he’s done. He has only wet the nipple part, so the rest of my shirt is fine, but where my nipples are is now see thru.

“That’s better,” he gives me the dimples, obviously pleased with himself.

I grind myself into him and revel when I hear his gasp. “That’s better,” I mimic.

Then, I’m flying through the air and I land on the bed with a thump. His body covers me and then his lips come down to join with mine. I open my mouth as his tongue seeks entrance. It sweeps in and tangles with mine in an erotic dance. His erection digs painfully into my thigh and I’m reminded of how much I want him. My hands trace down his inked ribs and once I reach the waist of his jeans, I trace the fabric around until I meet the button. I pull the zipper down and then push his pants down around his ass. He sits up on his knees and looks down at me. “Please,” I pant. “I need you.”

“So f*ckin’ beautiful,” he murmurs, before he pulls my pants down my legs. I drag my top over my head and chuck it off to the side. Then, his body covers mine and we moan in unison as he slides effortlessly inside my soaking entrance.

His tongue captures my nipple again and I gasp when he bites down before kissing and licking the sting away.

“Oh god.” I lift my hips to meet his thrusts as he pumps furiously into me. Then, I dig my heel into the bed and roll us over, so I’m on top of him. I sink down on him until he’s seated fully inside me, making him groan as his eyes roll back in his head. He takes my hands and I begin to ride him. I rise slowly, before slamming down and grinding hard against him.

He takes our joined hands and moves them to my *, where we rub my swollen flesh together.

“Come for me, sugar,” he rumbles. I fly over the edge and collapse onto his chest, heaving as the force of my orgasm travels through my body.

He flips us again, but this time I’m on my knees. Gripping my hips, Roam slams into me so hard I’m sure I’ll have bruises on my ass cheeks from the force of his blows, but still, I push back against him. Thirty seconds later, I’m screaming out again as my whole body contracts. I tighten around his cock so hard, I’m sure it must be painful for him. He hisses, “F*ck,” and stills inside me. I feel his cock jerk as warm fluid fills me. We fall flat onto the bed as we try to regain our breath.

“Wow,” is all I can manage.

“Now that was a thank you.”

My body shakes as I laugh quietly. “It sure was,” I agree.

“Are you sure I look okay?”

“Sugar, you look fine. He’s four, he’s not gonna care what you’re wearin’.”

“I know that, but I still want to look good.”

“You look f*ckin’ sexy,” he says, eyeing my tight, medium blue distressed jeans and turquoise halter.

“I don’t want to look sexy, Roam. I want to look...I don’t know, grown up, or mature, or something. Not sexy.”

He laughs at me and tugs my hand, leading us toward his truck. I’m nervous. I can’t stop fidgeting. Today I get to meet Jasper, Roam’s four-year-old son.

We drive for around an hour before we pull into a tidy, quiet street. Roam turns into the drive of a well maintained double brick home. As soon as he cuts the engine, the front door swings open and a handsome little boy comes tearing out screaming, “Daddy.” Roam swoops him into his arms and throws him in the air before holding him tight to his chest.

“Missed you, bud,” I hear him say.

“Missed you too, Daddy. Who’s that?” He asks, pointing to me.

“This is my friend, Lacey. Remember, I told you about her,” Roam answers.

“Oh yeah, I remember. Hi, Lacey,” he waves.

“Hey, Jasper,” I smile, the nerves slowly leaving my body. He looks just like Roam – dark skin, twinkling blue eyes, but with blonde hair instead of black. He’s beautiful.

“Can we go now, Dad?” He asks, excitedly. “Yep. Go say ‘bye to your mom.”

Jasper runs off and Roam looks to me. “He looks just like you,” I smile.

“He’s a good kid.”

“Do you need to go in and visit with Amy before we go?”

Before he can answer, Jasper comes racing out with a back pack slung over his little shoulders. Behind him, a woman is yelling at him to slow down. She’s got a smile on her face though, and the way she says the words and looks at the child, you just know he means the world to her.

“Hey, Ro,” she goes up on her tip toes to give his cheek a kiss. “Amy, how you doin’?”

“Doin’ good. How y’all doin?”

“Good, thanks,” I smile.

“This is Lacey. Lacey this is Amy,” Roam introduces us.

“Hey,” I give a little wave.

“Hey, Lacey. Nice to meet you.”

“You too. You’ve got a gorgeous boy,” I say, genuinely.

“Why, thank you. You’re too kind.” She flashes a brilliant white smile at me. She’s pretty, in a girl-next-door kind of way, and she’s got that Southern charm down pat.

“Jump in, buddy.” Roam helps Jasper up into the back seat and we wave to Amy as we drive away.

Not long later, Roam pulls into a park. Jasper hasn’t stopped talking the entire drive. I now know he loves Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Spongebob. He also likes anything with chocolate in it, especially his dad’s chocolate pancakes, which, he told me, Roam makes him every Sunday when he is at his dad’s house. He also likes his bacon extra crispy and he absolutely loves his father’s motorcycle. He gabbed nonstop about everything bike related. Roam just smiled like a proud dad and I nodded along, pretending I knew what he was talking about.

As soon as the truck comes to a halt, Jasper jumps out and runs across to the slide. I take the picnic basket from the back, while Roam gets the tartan blanket. We find a shady spot under a tree and lay out the supplies.

“He’s a great kid,” I remark as I watch him swing across the monkey bars.

“Amy’s done a good job raisin’ him.”

“You have too,” I tell him earnestly. I’m shocked that he would think he has had nothing to do with how well rounded his son is.

He doesn’t reply, he just continues watching Jasper play.

“C’mon down here, Jasper, and have yourself some lunch,” I call out.

He jumps down from the equipment and runs over. Collapsing on the grass, puffing and panting, he takes a long chug of water before wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“You want a sub, buddy? Lacey made ‘em all herself this morning,” Roam asks him.

“Yum!” He shout. “I love subs. They’re my favorite kind of lunch. Did you put tomato on mine? I hate tomato. Dad says girls like boys who eat tomatoes, but I don’t want girls liking me anyways,” he rattles on.

“No,” I chuckle, “I didn’t put tomatoes on yours. Just meat and cheese with Ranch. Your dad said that was your favorite.”

“Yeah,” he nods furiously, “I love that.”

I hand him his sub and he takes a large bite. “This is so good. Thanks Lacey.” His words come out all garbled because of his full mouth but I still smile at him indulgently and say, “Glad you like it, sweetheart.”

I hand Roam his sub and then dig into my own.

After we’ve finished eating, Jasper runs off to play again and I lay my head down in Roam’s lap.

“It’s so peaceful here,” I murmur.

“I used to play here when I was a kid. We didn’t live far away. Me and a couple of other kids from my neighborhood would come down here and run amok.”

“I can imagine,” I laugh. “I wasn’t allowed to do much during my childhood, so I don’t have any funny or exciting stories.”

“Come on, I’ll show you something,” he stands, taking my hand and hoisting me up alongside him. We walk over to a large tree that has a bunch of carvings in the trunk. He walks around the back and traces his finger over some of the words, before he stops on one particular carving.

“I did this when I was about twelve.” He points to the writing. ROAM WAS ‘ERE. 1996.

Then, he takes his pocket knife from his belt and begins slicing into the bark. As I watch him, my eyes slowly begin to cloud over as my vision blurs. When he is done, he blows the excess sawdust away and brushes over his art work a couple of times using his hand. He turns to me, looking proud of himself. There, carved in the tree in supersized letters, encased in an even bigger heart, is:

RC 4 LM

“Aw, big bad biker boy has a soft spot,” I say through my tears.

He pulls me into his arms and swipes away the wetness on my cheeks. “Only for you, sugar.” He gently kisses my lips, before he whispers words that change everything. “Been dreaming of you, Lacey. Never thought I’d be a man to settle down, but you’re different. You make me want things I never thought I’d want. I love you, sugar.”

A sob escapes my throat. I’ve only ever heard those three words from two other people – Jenn and my mom. I know I love Roam back. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, over the last few months, he has wormed his way into my heart. Now, when I think of my future, it makes my chest ache, to think of him not being in it. That’s how I know I love him,

I can’t imagine my life without him. We’ve spent every spare moment together since the night he said he wanted to be with me. When he’s not doing club business, we’re together, either at his place or Jenn’s. Sometimes we just drive to the beach and lay on the sand all day. Sometimes we talk, other times we just enjoy each other.

“I love you, too,” I say through another sob.

“Glad, sugar,” he says softly.

If there is a word for fuller than full, then that’s how I feel. I feel so full I might burst. Full of love, of happiness, of peace.

Roam calls out to Jasper, and I pack up our picnic, then we drive back to Roam’s for a movie afternoon.

...So full I might burst...