“You’re a biker princess,” he winks. “Nobody’s allowed to touch you until you’re eighteen. Well, happy birthday, princess.”
He lips crush mine with primal need and it takes my lips a minute to catch up to my brain before I’m kissing him back with the same ferocity. It’s not gentle, it’s full of need, want, and passion.
One hand grips the back of my neck and the other travels down my body, running the length of my curves. His tongue seeks entry and I meet it with a swipe of my own, eliciting a low groan in the back of his throat as it caresses his tongue piercing. He pulls away slightly and we catch our breath.
“You’re mine, Steely. You always have been.” I tense at his words. “My Old Lady. I want everybody to know you’re mine.”
That’s when I notice the black box sitting next to him on the table. He picks it up and opens it, taking out a new leather cut with ‘property of Bear’ on the back.
I take a step back away from him. “Hunter, I…” The words I want to say get caught in my throat.
But I don’t have to say anymore, he can read everything I want to say from the expression on my face. He throws the cut back into the box and jumps off the bench, moving toward me.
“What? I thought you’d be happy, I thought you felt the same way.”
I sigh and look up into his confused eyes. “I was never going to choose the club tonight.”
His eyes widen. “What we have is more than just the club, you know that.”
His hands thread through his hair and I place a hand on his chest. “This is my choice, Hunter. You know how I feel about the club.”
“And I know how you feel about me. Was I stupid to think that’d be enough? You know I have to make you my Old Lady to be with you.” He searches my eyes. “Don’t do this, Steely. I’ve waited years to make you mine.”
I can see his temper starting to flare up. “If you know how I feel about you then you wouldn’t be putting this on me. I made my decision about the club a long time ago.”
He turns and throws his fists down on the bench. “Fuck! I wasn’t expecting you to turn me down.”
I run my hands across his back. “I’m not turning you down, Hunter. I’m turning the club down. There’s a difference.”
He walks to the clubhouse door and leans his hands against it. “There’s no difference,” he turns and faces me. “The club and me go hand in hand. You ditch the club, you’re saying no to me.”
His face falls, he looks like I’ve just chewed him up and spat him out. Fuck it! I don’t care about the rules tonight. I stomp up to him with confidence and jump into his arms, he catches me under my ass and I wrap my legs around him, planting my lips against his. His hand caresses my back and his stubble rubs against my chin as teeth clash in a forbidden kiss. I feel the rough brick of the building pressing up against my back and move my hips against the bulge in his jeans.
He hisses through his teeth. “Steely, don’t start something you can’t finish.”
I do it again and a long groan leaves his throat before he whispers to himself, “Never gonna forgive myself for this.” He slides me down his body, muscles tensing, and leans his forehead against mine. “Not like this, not when you’re not mine.”
I start to say something but he cuts me off with his lips, only this is a soft kiss and as his lips linger on mine, I realize it’s a goodbye kiss.
Once I tell my dad my decision, we can’t be together. I won’t come around this club or stand by and watch as he chooses the club over me time after time like all the other Old Lady’s.
He pulls away and I keep my eyes closed, savoring our last kiss.
“I don’t like it and I think you’re going to regret your decision, but I’ll respect it. I care about you too much to let you go completely though, so get used to keeping me around as a friend.” His jaw twitches after he says friend and I know he’s upset and just trying to hold his anger back.
He places a lingering kiss on my temple and walks back inside without another word. Somehow I know things will never the same again.
My lips tingle as I remember the way he kissed me, it’s almost like I can still feel his rough lips pressed against mine. I need to get it together!
“Kee? Can I come in?” Sam asks.
I inwardly sigh but nod at her. “Sure.”
She sits next to me and looks in my eyes. “Are you okay?”
I roll my eyes. “That’s a pretty fucking loaded question right now, Sam. I mean, I’m not cowering in a corner, so that’s a win, right? I killed him, I have no guilt on my conscience for doing it either, I’d do it over and over again if I had to. I’m hurting, I’ve been pretty traumatized and my hair probably looks like tumbleweed.” Sam laughs and nods. “But I’m alive.” Tears spring to my eyes.
“I hope they’re happy tears.”
I guess they are. Partly. I hide my face away from her to have a private mourn for Hunter.