When I finally looked at his eyes, Elden was studying me. “No, Violet. I know you’re not. I know you’re doin’ this for me. And fuck, does that make me love you more. As if that were fuckin’ possible.”
His hands went to my knees, spreading them apart. I didn’t fight him. Not even a little. My body opened for him with relief.
He lifted me up the second his mouth plastered to mine, my legs wrapping around him instinctively. I cried out as my skirt parted, my panties rubbing against the rough denim of his jeans.
Elden let out a low growl in his throat as he placed me on the bar, the perfect height for him.
He ripped my tank aside, lips landing on my nipple. I cried out, fingers tangling in his hair.
My gaze went to the tinted windows. People were walking across the parking lot and into the garage bays. It was broad daylight.
Elden was frantically undoing his jeans.
“Someone could walk in,” I panted, breathless.
“They could,” his eyes were wild, “but right now, I don’t give a fuck about anything other than getting into your pussy.”
He waited for me to argue. Gave me the opportunity to say no. But I didn’t. My fingers replaced his, working desperately at his belt.
The second he was free, he pushed my panties to the side and slammed inside of me. We both cried out.
I was holding onto his neck for dear life as he fucked me relentlessly, furiously, with all of the need we’d built up over the months.
My heart beat frantically as the reality of what we were doing merged with my insane need. We were having sex. In the clubhouse. In broad daylight.
That only caused my climax to rush forward quicker, racing through all of my nerve endings.
“Open your eyes, Violet,” Elden commanded.
I did as I was told.
“You’re mine,” he vowed. “Whatever happens after this. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I promised.
Then we crashed into nirvana together.
We were silent as we cleaned up, the reality of what we’d just done rushing in. I didn’t regret it. Especially because no one had caught us.
It was our goodbye. It suited what we’d created. It was irresponsible, dangerous and impossibly hot.
He wouldn’t end it now. Not for my own good. He’d tried to do that already. Maybe he would, further down the line, when I was closer to graduating, when I had to make the decision between my two warring futures.
He wouldn’t end it until this was close to disaster, until someone found out and his life was ruined.
“The Sons are your family,” I told him, standing on unsteady legs. “After what you went through for years. After living a life that wasn’t your own, without anyone having your back, without a home.” Tears flooded my vision. “You’ve got that here.” I looked around the room. “And I want that for you. I want you, but I can’t bring myself to ruin your life.”
“You won’t ruin my life,” he argued, echoing the conversation we had in the motel room.
“I’d do this in a minute, do us, if you wouldn’t get hurt in the process,” I sighed, my heart breaking. “I’d do this in a minute if everyone would be upset at me. But they won’t. Everyone will focus their anger on you. The big, bad, older biker who took advantage of me. Fucking double standards,” I scoffed. “Sure, my mom may have some choice words for me, but no one would dream of kicking me out of this life. This is your life,” I shook my head. "I hadn’t fully realized that... That we’re playing with yourlife.” I took him in, inhaled then exhaled his scent. I lived in the moment, my body still humming from his touch.
“I don’t give a fuck about my life, Violet,” he retorted fiercely, making it clear he wasn’t going to let me do the noble thing without a fight.
He was going to fight for me, for us, and I wasn’t going to win that. But I had to.
He stepped forward like he was going to touch me, yet once he touched me, I’d lose this battle, and all my noble intentions would go up in smoke.
But at that moment, someone was looking out for me as the door to the clubhouse opened, and I took a deliberate step back.