“So what do you say?” Wheelie asked.
I want to. Can I do this? Am I willing to suffer the consequences if Tigger finds out? “I’m not sure. I’d like to, but I don’t know,” she said softly.
He put his hand on hers, and his cool touch calmed her, parting the reeling emotions and chaotic thoughts. She glanced up at him and his kind eyes pulled her in, and an inner strength surged inside her. Enough was enough. She’d deal with the fallout when it came, but she wanted to spend time with Wheelie. He’d always been a good friend to her. She breathed out a ragged breath. “You coming over would be good.”
“Then it’s a plan. Saturday night good?”
Any night would be fine since she never had any plans. She nodded. “I can’t have Tigger find out.”
“Tigger actually suggested that me, Bear, Chas, and Jax look in on you while he’s gone to make sure you’re safe.”
“Oh.”
“I told the others I’d keep an eye on you, so we have the whole weekend. If the roads aren’t too icy, we can go for a short ride on Sunday if you like.”
Sofia loved being on the back of a motorcycle. It was freeing and it felt like she was soaring high in the sky. Tigger knew how much she loved it, so he took it away from her. They hadn’t gone on bike rides for the past two years, but what really hurt her was knowing he’d taken some of the club girls and a couple of hoodrats on the rides she’d loved so much.
“I’d really love that. It’s been a while since I was on a Harley.” It’d been a long time since she’d looked forward to anything, but anticipation weaved around her nerves and spine at the idea of riding once more, and she had to will herself to calm down. Tigger had taught her that the more she wanted something, longed for it, the less she’d get it. She wouldn’t put it past him to fuck this up for her.
An icy fear grabbed hold of her spine. What if Tigger’s setting me up? What if this is a test?
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Are you sure Tigger told you this was cool?”
“He said to keep my eye on you. I didn’t tell him how I was going to do that. Pizza, a movie, and a bike ride can just be between us. You know how he overreacts.”
Thrumming her fingers against her mouth, she nodded.
“Then I’ll come by at around six on Saturday. I better get going.”
“Yeah, I should get this place cleaned up and get dinner going.”
“Do you need help cleaning up?” He placed his hand on her forearm.
She jerked it away as though it were on fire. “No, I’m good. The place is clean. I mean, that’s all I do is clean it every day. I just need to straighten out the clutter.”
Looking around, he said, “There’s no clutter.”
“Yeah… well, Tigger likes things to be in their own place. Like the magazine on the table. He’ll go ballistic if he sees it. It needs to go in the magazine rack. I mean, I can see his point. He bought the magazine rack for a reason and that’s where magazines are supposed to go, so I can see why he’d be mad about that.” She ran her hands up and down her arms. He thinks I’m a nut. I can see the way he’s looking at me, but he doesn’t live with Tigger. Everything has to be in its place.
Wheelie cupped her chin and tilted her head back, his gaze locking with hers. “If you need me, call me. You remember my number, right?” She blinked rapidly. “I mean it. You don’t need to put up with this shit from him. You deserve a whole lot better. If I knew you were ready to walk out on this fucker, I’d go to the club right now and beat the shit outta him for what he’s done to you.” Tears slid down her swollen cheeks and over his fingers. “I care what happens to you.” Then he bent down and softly brushed his lips over hers. “Watch yourself.”
The lump in her throat grew larger as she watched him ride away. She closed the door, then picked up the magazine from the table. Hugging it to her, she let out all the anguish she’d felt for the past several years, her wails and sobs filling the small house.
Chapter Five
Throttle
“Did you read this article in the paper?” Kimber asked as she thumbed through the Pinewood Springs Tribune.
Throttle came up behind her and gave her ass a quick smack. “Which one?”
“It’s the most bizarre thing I’ve ever heard of. Someone’s breaking into people’s houses and destroying their Christmas decorations. What the fuck’s up with that? And the paper’s coined him ‘The Crazed Grinch.’”
Throttle laughed and poured himself another cup of coffee. “Is that all that’s going on around here?”
“It’s serious. I mean, the person does a lot of damage like breaking toys, taking expensive gifts, and cutting wires. He’s done several thousands of dollars in damages, and he’s hit ten houses so far. What a fucking lunatic. This town seems to be filled with them.”
“You being the biggest nut of all, but I love you.” He spun her around and kissed her, slipping his hand inside her panties. “You feel nice and wet.”
“It’s probably from early this morning.” She laughed when he nuzzled her neck.
“What can I say, babe? I can’t get enough of you.” He picked her up and placed her on top of the table. Glancing down, he saw a picture of a destroyed Christmas tree and shoved the newspaper off the table.
“I have to get to the shop,” she murmured. “Hawk’s in Silverton buying parts and I have to open up.”
“No one’s gonna be lining up to get their Harleys fixed in this damn cold.” He pulled down her black panties and unzipped his jeans, then bent down and captured her lips. He was so addicted to the way she tasted, smelled, looked, and fucked. Everything about her always kept his dick on high alert, and he could never get his fill. He loved her more than he ever thought it possible for a man to love a woman; he was intoxicated by her very essence.
Spreading her legs farther apart, he swiped his tongue across her clit, and her ass jumped off the table. He chuckled and continued licking her, locking his gaze on hers as he sucked her sweet nub into his mouth, savoring her juices. A moan broke from her and her breath came in rapid pants.
“Kiss me,” she rasped as she gripped his hair and pulled hard.
He slid up her body, forging a wet trail along the way until he covered her mouth. His lips were glistening as he kissed her hard. “Do you like the way you taste?” he said against her mouth before plunging his tongue inside. She writhed beneath him, pulling even harder on his free-flowing hair while her tongue twirled around his in a sensuous dance.
Grabbing his cock, he pushed into her while his mouth still covered hers. He pushed in deeper, harder, and whimpers rose from her throat. He pulled away, pinched her nipples hard, and then thrust into her again and again. Her ass smacked against the table as he kept pumping into her, and he felt her ready to come—all tight and swollen. He wanted her pussy squeezing his cock as he exploded in her. Faster. Harder. She cried out and her warm walls gripped and tightened around his dick, driving him to climax. Then he shot into her, his seed filling her up.