Two sex and the beaches later, along with an abundance of information on the guy’s latest conquests, and I can understand why Viking rides with them. Sure they’re scary looking and at times crude, but overall there’s a strong bond forged. Their easygoing nature and friendship with each other are enough to make any outsider want to be included.
With the vodka and sweet juice mixture working its magic over my self-preservation, I interrupt their banter by blurting out the thought that’s been running through my head all day. “I need to break it off with Viking. It was only supposed to be a one-night stand, yet I’ve seen him a few times in the past couple of weeks and then there’s tonight.”
Collectively, the entire table of men quiet. Each one is staring me down, looking as if I have the plague, and they don’t know what to do with me exactly.
“I tried to after what happened the other night, but then he showed up where I live, and I’m sure you know he’s persuasive when he wants to be.”
Spider cracks a smile, thawing the frigid awkwardness I’m suddenly surrounded with.
Taking a large gulp, I stammer on, “The man’s beyond bossy. He’s temperamental and demanding and….and each time I stand up to him, I swear he grows an extra five feet tall.” Flailing my hand dramatically, a few of the guys’ expressions lighten, amused at my description of their brother.
Scot, the older red-haired biker laughs to himself and Spider speaks up. “So, you’re saying that you stand up to him?” His irises sparkle as he glances briefly at his brothers like he’s conveying a silent message that I’m not privy to.
“Of course, I do. Don’t you?”
The table erupts in loud chuckles and Spider nods, laughing with them. “No wonder he can’t leave you alone.”
“Aye, ‘tis a good thing,” Scot agrees, winking like he’s proud of me.
They move on, picking their previous conversations back up without skipping a beat, and I grow quiet with my thoughts. Staring out the dingy pane of glass in the window beside me, my original plan that Bethany came up with plays through my mind again. Only now I feel incredibly guilty when I think of it instead of excited. Not guilt for my father, but for planning on using Viking. I should be happy right now, being one step closer to making my father miserable, but I know to do that, I’d have to give up Viking.
What do I want more? Viking? Or revenge?
It’s been no time at all; how can this even be an issue already? Sure, I’ve seen him a few times over the past few weeks, but think of those times. One was me escaping and being too chickenshit to speak to him. The second time, I was taunting him and got freaking attacked, which he saved me from, thank God. The third time, I teased him to no end with Bethany, turning him into some kind of amazing sex god who fucked me in front of a room full of people. The last time I saw him, he mauled me, thinking I was sleeping with someone, and then stormed off.
Yep, that’s the extent of our relationship. It’s been the most thrilling, life-changing experience of my life so far. What in the hell is he going to do to me if we stay together for six months? I’d be completely ruined for anyone else. Like he wanted to happen when we slept together, it’d happen with my heart as well. My vagina’s already given up; she was waving the white flag the first time she saw him.
My heartbeat starts pounding stronger in my chest as I watch Viking pull into the gravel parking lot, rolling to a stop under the bright street lamp.
Minutes pass with him remaining on his bike, not moving to dismount. I can’t make myself turn away nor do I want to, as I watch him eagerly. His ominous figure practically glows from the lamp overhead and the pitch blackness fanning out behind him, makes him appear incredibly powerful. Something must be on his mind to just sit there, lonely, not hurrying in for a drink. He knows I’m here.
I can’t wait any longer. I talk a good front in my mind and to him, but every time I see him, my insides melt. He’s like gravity, keeping me to him, even if I try to jump.
Leaving my seat without another thought, I weave around people trying to play pool and dance. My legs dutifully carry me through the bar and outside until I’m left standing in front of Viking, feeling more feminine than ever next to the powerful rumble of the huge machine between his legs and his needy gaze.
My mouth parts, drawing in a swift breath as I’m close enough now to notice the blood splatter that’s covering his jeans and arms. Suddenly my mind’s plagued with memories of the first time I met him. The image of Viking gripping the man by the throat, and then staring at my exposed chest is almost too much to think of. He may have saved me, but I could read it in his intense glare that he wanted to take me just as badly as my captor had.
“Get on.” He breaks the silence, and I swallow.
“I don’t ride.”
Viking’s nostrils flare as he revs the engine louder. “Didn’t ask. Now climb on.”
The liquor in my system does the trick, providing me with enough courage to place my palm on his solid bicep. Holding on securely, I swing my leg over the back. I’ve seen my dad and brother mount their bikes countless times, so I have a general idea. There’s not much of a seat for me, just a small piece of padding wrapped tightly in black leather.
His other hand reaches back, landing on my exposed thigh, warming it instantly with his touch. Gripping my leg firmly, he slides my body forward until my breasts are molded against his back, and then he wraps my arms securely around his muscular torso.
Viking’s so solid; holding him to my body like this makes me feel the safest I’ve ever been. I know I’m with a man who’s able and willing to protect me; he’s in control, and he’s already made me his. He’s also everything that I’ve never wanted but is turning out to be everything that I’ve always needed. I can feel myself healing. In just a short time, he’s helping my anger fade away, replacing it with his heat.
Viking’s movements are so quick and efficient it takes me by surprise, and the next thing I know, we’re entering the highway with me holding on for dear life.
Too scared to look around at first, I take in the broad stretch of the endless dark sky above us. The stars twinkle proudly as he takes his time, steadily increasing our speed and making the ride pleasant. I’ve never ridden a bike before and with Viking being a seasoned rider; I’m guessing he can tell. Most people would never believe me if I was to admit I’d never been on a bike before, being the daughter of an MC President.
After about ten minutes of the quiet highway, my muscles and grip on him start to relax as I grow more comfortable being behind him. Laying my temple against him, I close my eyes and just breathe, taking in the peacefulness of the whole experience. Once we started going faster, the stuffy Texas air swiftly morphed into what I’d imagine a thousand butterflies kissing my skin would be like.
Time passes all too soon it seems, and I feel him start to slow down. Parting my lids, my senses become overwhelmed. The leather on his cut hits my nostrils, along with an undertone of exhaust, the humming vibrations growing stronger each time he downshifts sending delicious pulses to my core.
My pussy grows wetter with each passing mile, a sinful torment as I do my best not to squirm and chase my pleasure. The last thing I want is to cause a wreck when he’s showing me this other side to him. He’d probably never forgive me for ruining his motorcycle and this beautiful night. Judging by the blood decorating his clothes, it wasn’t so pleasant for someone else.