“Your name would be a good start,” I suggested.
“Shit, yeah.” He flashed me that sexy smirk again and stretched his arm out toward me. “I’m Benji Madden, but you’ll hear everyone call me by my road name, Grey.”
“I’m Lorelei Hansley.” A shiver raced up my spine as my palm slid against his, so I had to force out my next request. “I need to send Karina a text. She’ll freak out once she realizes I’m not there, so I need to let her know I’m okay.”
“As long as you do it now, you can send her whatever you want.” I pulled my cell out of the zipped pocket inside my jacket, but my head jerked up when he added, “But then you’re gonna need to give me your phone so nobody can use it to track us.”
His warning reminded me of how serious the situation was, and I nodded to let him know I understood. Then I tapped out a quick text to Karina, letting her know that I had a million questions about what the heck was going on, how she felt about it all, and why a sexy biker had practically kidnapped me. I probably should’ve thought about that last part before hitting send because Grey’s lips curved into that smirk again when he took my phone from me and glanced down at the screen before powering it down. But at least he didn’t say anything about me thinking he was sexy as I climbed into the front passenger seat before he backed down the driveway.
3
GREY
I’d taken Lorelei without any of her stuff, so flying was out of the question without her identification. So I sent Cash a text to make sure he had her purse sent to my house as soon as possible. I’d have all her shit at the cabin sent to my house eventually. It made the most sense since I wasn’t ever going to let her leave. We’d move everything else into my place once she was settled.
It was a long-ass drive home, but I wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. Other than grabbing some dinner along the way, I planned to drive for as long as possible before stopping at a hotel to ensure Lorelei was comfortable for the night—even if it wasn’t until midnight or later.
Lorelei peppered me with questions about Karina’s situation for the first couple hours of the drive. I answered anything that didn’t venture into club business, but I didn't go into any details on how we “handled” things when shit hit the fan.
Normally, I wasn’t much of a talker. I preferred to find the information I wanted through digital means. My computer skills were what helped me go from prospect to patch in the club quicker than many others. However, when Lorelei ran out of steam, I found myself making conversation by asking questions and urging her to tell me about herself. I realized I wanted to know everything about her but didn’t want to read about it. I wanted her to tell me.
And it certainly didn’t hurt that talking helped keep me from pulling over and fucking her in the back seat. The longer we drove with her sweet scent filling my lungs, the closer I came to losing control.
“How far apart in age are you and your brother?”
Lorelei scrunched her face comically, making me chuckle when I glanced over at her. “He’s five years older. But he acts like it’s a twenty-year gap, always treating me like I’m a little kid.”
Hmm. The brother could potentially be an issue if he didn’t recognize that Lorelei was a grown woman old enough to be a man’s old lady, marry him, and have his babies.
She told me about growing up, her hobbies, and how she came to be friends with Karina.
She was quiet for a while, and I thought maybe she’d fallen asleep, but when I glanced over at her, she was studying me.
“Do you have siblings?” she queried.
Since I’d claimed Lorelei—although she didn’t know it—I didn’t intend to have secrets from her. So I didn’t hesitate to answer her question.
“Nope. Only child. But my parents both had a lot of brothers and sisters, so I had a fuck ton of cousins around while I was growing up. I was closest to Kesha, who’s eight years older than me. She was the one who realized how good I was at a hobby I’d taken to and pushed my parents to help me pursue it.”
She was also the one who kept my ass out of trouble when I hacked a government server my senior year of high school. After I graduated, she was the reason I wound up with the Silver Saints. I’d been doing stupid shit for the wrong people, and she worried about me. Her best friend was the old lady of an SS patch. Kesha recognized that I needed a mentor and a cause to pursue.
My dad had taught me to ride a motorcycle when I was younger than I should have been, and I got bit by the bug. I’d used most of the money I’d make from hacking to buy a bike and fix it up. When Kesha mentioned her worries to her friend, Lainey, she passed it on to her old man. A few days later, Mac showed up at my door and asked me if I wanted to put my skills to use for the Silver Saints. And the rest was history.
I decided not to go into my “talents” quite yet. Another thing that could wait until I knew it wouldn’t freak her out.
Lorelei crashed about an hour before I finally called it for the night and pulled into the parking lot of the next decent hotel I found. After parking, I plucked my phone from the center console and made sure we’d have a room for the night—the right room.
“Are we stopping here?” Lorelei asked sleepily, blinking her hazy blue eyes at me. Too fucking adorable.
“Yeah, baby. Just gonna go check us in.” I opened the driver’s side door and was stepping out when she did the same thing. Frowning, I gestured to the car. “Why don’t you wait here and relax?”
“I’d rather stretch my legs and um…” Her cheeks turned pink, making me wonder if that pretty blush would cover her whole body when I made her come. I raised an eyebrow and waited. She huffed and loudly whispered, “I have to pee, okay?”
Unable to help myself, I laughed, but swallowed it quickly when she glared at me. “Let’s go, firecracker.”
I waited for her to come around the front of the car, then put my hand on the small of her back and guided her to the hotel’s entrance. Our chemistry practically sizzled when we touched, and my cock twitched at the heat radiating from her body.
Once we were in the lobby, I took a deep breath, trying to fill my lungs with anything other than her tantalizing scent as I gently pushed her toward the restrooms. “I’ll check us in.”
She nodded, and when she was out of sight, I whipped my phone back out and fiddled with it for a few moments. Then I shoved the device back into my pants and stalked up to the front desk. “I need a room for tonight,” I informed the woman—Vida, according to her name tag—who was smiling pleasantly at me.
“Of course, sir. Let me see what I have available.” She tapped on her keyboard for a few minutes before smiling at me again. “I have a lovely room on the fourth floor with a king bed and—”
“No, no.” Lorelei’s voice interrupted her, and we both turned our attention to my girl, who walked up to stand beside me. “We need separate rooms, please.”
I shook my head before she finished speaking. Grasping her arm, I pulled her a little bit away and murmured, “I can’t protect you if you’re in another room.”