“What do you want, Fab?” I ask her nearly breathless. She stares up at me, melted chocolate swirling in her eyes.
“To know you,” she says shocking me.
“We can do that,” I whisper against her lips.
“I’ve never…been with a white guy.” Her words are hesitant, but I find myself chuckling at them.
“I’m a man. Pretty sure we’re all basically the same.” Fab smiles and it’s like the fucking sunrise. It’s gorgeous.
“Is this crazy?” she asks with a half-smile.
“No. This is two people gettin’ to know each other.” She nods her head when I kiss her again. I’m not even going to lie. I could get used to kissing these lips. “What do you wanna do?”
“Whatever you want to do.”
“Don’t leave that up to me, sweetheart. If it’s my choice, I’d be strippin’ you out those little shorts and bendin’ you over my bed right now.” Her breath catches in her throat as her eyes grow wider. It’s sexy as hell to see that look in her eyes. But instead of taking her to the room, I chuckle and pull her against me. I get the feeling that no matter how much she wants to explore what’s between us, she’s not ready yet to get that personal.
“How about we go for a ride? Talk?”
“I’d like that.”
“Good. Me too. Hey, Gauge,” I call out watching as he strolls out of the kitchen with a mouthful of food.
“What?”
“Headin’ out for a while. Handle shit with Kreo?” I ask. Kreo is one of our suppliers for boats. Good guy but dumb as hell to deal with.
“Yeah I got that. How many you decide on?” he asks while he chews.
“Three for now. Tell him we still want that yacht too.” Gauge nods his head as I grab Fab’s hand and pull her out the front door. I head straight to the bikes when she looks up.
“You’re buying a yacht?”
“Ever been on one?” I ask, watching her shake her head.
“No.”
“As soon as it comes in, I’ll take you out. It’s relaxin’. Somethin’ about bein’ out on the water away from everything else in the world. There’s a different kind of peace out there,” I tell her truthfully as I watch her eyes light up at my words.
“Sounds like a good time.”
“It will be.”
“Where are we going?” she asks, her eyes burning a hole through me. I think I could get used to this girl being around.
“A surprise.”
Chapter Five
“Mini golf?” I look up at him as he holds the putter out to me. I don’t know what I expected but mini golf was not it.
“Don’t like mini golf?” he asks raising an eyebrow.
“I haven’t played it in years. I just didn’t expect you to bring me here,” I admit.
“What did you expect? A backwoods bar?”
“Something like that,” I giggle.
“You said you wanted to get to know me. I like mini golf.” I laugh this time.
“A bad ass biker playing mini golf. I never would have pictured it,” I tell him.
“Why not? I’m human. What were you expectin’?”
“The backwoods bar?” I say shrugging my shoulders.
“I don’t know where you get your information about biker’s, babe, but they gave it all wrong.”
I say nothing as I watch him set up his ball before hitting it, watching it roll down the green. Following behind him, I do the same.
“What made you want to be a biker?”
“Nothin’ really makes you want to be this. It’s kind of who you are inside,” he says turning to look down at me. “You ever feel like you don’t fit in one place? Like you ain’t good enough for the outside world?” I nod. “That’s how I felt before this club. This club is full of people like me. The guys don’t fit into what society thinks we should. It’s why we click. Why we’re family.” His explanation hits me hard in the chest.
“That’s a nice way of looking at it.”
“It’s the only way to look at it. What about you? Tell me about the elusive Fab.” He smirks, hitting his ball once more.
“I grew up with my older brother. His life was always someplace else. He was a little like you. He didn’t fit into my mom’s world. She was more of a homebody. She liked being home with her kids, working with her hands. She sold her work to make a living until she couldn’t anymore.”
“Sounds like a good woman,” he adds.
“She was. She died years ago. Lung cancer. She was a huge smoker.”
“Sorry to hear that. You take after her?” he asks, and I nod.
“I love being able to create things that you don’t see every day. I like that I can make someone else’s day with my products. I had a little old woman who bought a coin purse once. She was so happy, said she had one as a kid, but it got lost. Turned out it was one my mom made,” I tell him. His eyes brighten as he looks at me.
“That’s amazin’. How rare is that? Had to make you feel good.”
“It did. It was the best feeling in the world. Anyway, after that it was just me and my brother. He went his way and I went mine, but we talked every day. Until that day,” I say softly, looking down at my hands.
“I’m sorry, babe. I know that has to be hard on you.”
“It hurts to know that someone you loved so much was taken for no reason at all.”
“If you ever wanna talk about it, I’m a good listener,” Sly says. I pull my gaze to his and somehow, I can see the truth in that. But I also know the truth. Or at least part of it.
“Thanks. I’m not ready just yet.” He nods his head and hits the ball again. We continue playing until he wins. Then we leave and grab some ice cream.
“You shouldn’t be lickin’ it like that,” he groans as I lick my vanilla cone.
“Why not?” I wink.
“You know why not.”
“Someone’s playing house,” I hear a man’s voice. Before I have the chance to react and spin around, Sly loses his cone and has the man around the neck, pinned against the brick wall.
“The fuck do you want?” he hisses in his face. The man’s eyes move from me back to Sly’s.
“Just paying you a friendly little visit. Seems after the last time I was here, things blew up,” the man says, causing Sly’s hand to tighten around his throat.
I don’t know what to say or do, so I step back. A few people wander past, but they don’t even blink an eye. Is this how much power his club holds around here?
“Oh yeah? Sorry to hear you weren’t a part of it.” Sly grits his teeth and gets into the man’s face.
“She’s new. Never seen her before,” the man says. I shift from foot to foot, wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into with him.
“She ain’t none of your concern, officer,” Sly snarls. Officer? He’s a cop? Oh my God.
“She might be.” With that, Sly pulls his free hand back, making a fist and slamming it into the man’s face. The guy howls in pain before Sly releases him. The man bends over holding his now bloody face before he looks back up.