“I’ll live.”
“Yeah, you will. Want a band aid?” He laughs when I flip him off.
After the vans are loaded, we all head back to our bikes and climb on. Something’s unsettled inside of me and I know it’s her. I wanted to see her tonight. I wanted to see if she put two and two together and figured out who I am, but at the same time I like being unknown to her. I like that she doesn’t have to choose between her family and me. I’m a greedy bastard and I’d love nothing more than to see the look on her dad’s face. knowing she was that close to me. But this has nothing to do with our clubs and everything to do with my desire to have that girl. This shit runs deeper than I ever thought it would.
“You headed to the clubhouse?” Bend asks. I shake my head.
“Nah, I’m headin’ home. Got a few calls to make and then I’m headin’ to bed. I’ll be by in the mornin’. Make sure that shit is sealed the fuck up before you head out, yeah?” He nods his head and pulls his helmet on, taking off behind the vans while I pull my helmet on and head to find the source of my obsession.
Chapter Six
Harley
He never showed up last night. I waited until two in the morning and he never showed. I wanted to see my mystery man. I wanted to know if he was the same one from the club and yet I’m afraid to know the truth. What if it is him? He’s a rival and off-limits to me. My dad would lose his shit if he knew I was living that close to a Renegade to begin with. I knew there were some in the area but I’m mostly an unknown to them. If he were to find out that I kissed one? Yeah, don’t want to think about that. I purposely don’t get involved in my dad’s club and that’s smart on my part. I keep to myself and work at the local bakery just to keep myself busy.
“Can I get two black coffees,” a deep voice asks. I look up and come face to face with the Renegade’s VP, Bend. I know the names for the most part, but I don’t know them personally. This would be the first time they came into the shop while I was working.
“Of course,” I say politely. I turn around to pour their coffee, feeling eyes on me the whole time. A quick check over my shoulder and I find it isn’t Bend’s heated stare on me. yet I can still feel someone’s. A shiver works its way down my spine as I turn and set the cups on the counter. Bend pays and gives me a nod before walking out the front door without another word. I try to see where he’s going, but once he’s passed the windows, I can’t. I head into the back with a sigh ready to make some more muffins when someone wraps their hand over my mouth. My body is pressed against the wall and my heart thunders in my chest. Until I take a deep breath. That smell, that scent. I know it’s him.
“You lookin’ at my boy like you want a taste,” he growls in my ear. Another shiver wracks my body and this time I think he likes it. He lets out a groan that says enough.
“I was just checking him out.”
“Oh, I know what you were doin’. He the one you want, darlin’?”
I don’t know what I want. Why am I lying to myself? Yes, I do. Him. I want him and I have no idea why. It’s wrong, it’s incredibly stupid on my part but it’s him. I can’t help what I feel when he’s this close to me. I can’t slow my pulse when he touches me.
“No.” The single word comes out breathy and he chuckles near my ear.
“I warned you, didn’t I?”
“You’re a Renegade,” I say softly, wishing like hell I could see his face, but I can’t at the angle he has me pressed against the wall. His free hand comes down to my hip and I jerk at the contact. Slowly he inches his way under my shirt, his flesh coming in contact with mine. I gasp at the feel of his hand on me.
“Are you afraid?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. You should be afraid, and you should also close your curtains. We wouldn’t want anyone to see you touchin’ that pretty little pussy of yours, now would we?” Just like that his dirty words turn me on. I move my hand to reach out to him, but he presses his harder against the back of my neck where he moved it to, stopping my movements.
“Please, let me touch you.” I hate the begging in my tone but my God, this man is making me feel things I’ve never felt in my life. It’s wrong, it all is but I can’t stop myself from wanting him.
“Where’s the bandana?” he asks.
“In my pocket.” He moves one hand to grab it and slowly slips it around my eyes. Then right here in the back of the bakery he spins me around and shoves me to my knees. I can’t see a damn thing, and the moment feels so erotic that I can nearly taste him on my tongue. Then I hear the zipper of his jeans and the shuffle of his clothes before I feel the soft velvet touch on my lips. I stick my tongue out and slowly run it around, lapping up the salty pre-cum before he thrusts forward. He’s in my mouth, so hot and full. I suck and he groans wrapping his hand in the back of my hair. He fucks my face and I gag, tears filling my eyes as he goes. Each thrust brings
