Chapter Two
Sarah followed Knife out of the diner. He wouldn’t let her pay for their food, so she had to deal with his rather vague answer. There was no special woman for him, but the Hell’s Wolves had to be swarming with women, right? She had seen the women at the Saints and Sinners MC, and all of them were so beautiful, and not one did she see as frigid.
No wonder Ralf had gone back to the club. She’d been a virgin their first time, and whenever he wanted to do new things, she’d been a little freaked out.
“Please tell me you brought your car?”
“I’m sorry, babe, you’re going to have to hold on tight.” He handed her a helmet, and she stared at it, then at his bike.
“I’ve never ridden a bike.”
“You’ve been dating a biker. How could you not have ridden a bike?”
“I never have. I’ve always felt a little uncomfortable.”
Knife folded his arms and perched on his bike. One of his brows was raised. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“I don’t need to know. I’m happy not knowing.”
He rolled his eyes. “Do you trust me?”
“We’re not even going there.”
“Come on. It’ll be interesting to see if you do or not.”
“This is not about trust.”
“It is, actually. Do you trust me? I’ve not done anything to hurt you before.”
She sighed. “You’re right. Okay, I trust you.”
“Then put the helmet on, and climb on.” He turned, cocking his leg over the bike, and straddling his machine. It was a really big bike. “Come on, sweetness.”
She took a deep breath, and nodded. “Fine. I’m climbing on, but you better go slow.”
“I’ll go slow. I promise.”
Putting on the helmet, she climbed on the back of his bike, and held onto the sides of his leather jacket. She was so nervous to touch him. Knife, he was like a giant in comparison to her. He was bigger than Ralf as well. The size of his hands made her think that he was going to hurt her at the slightest touch, yet it was never the case.
“Seriously, woman, you’ve got the thighs for it. Hold onto me.” He grabbed her hands, and wrapped them around his waist. “You’ve got to hold me close.”
“I can’t believe you’ve just told me about my own thighs. That is wrong on so many levels.”
He cupped her thigh, gripping it tightly. “Nothing wrong with a good set of thighs, babe. It shows a man he’s doing something right.”
“You’re not talking about riding a bike, are you?”
“Nope. I’m not talking about riding a bike.”
The helmet had to be the most unattractive thing she had ever worn. The urge to lean forward and whisper a question against his ear was so strong. She held back though. She’d more than likely knock him out with the helmet.
“Hold on tight.” He left her thigh and gripped his handlebars.
She closed her eyes as the machine fired up, the vibration startling her as it hummed beneath her pussy.
He pressed down on the gas, and then they were moving.
“Open your eyes, Sarah,” he said.