Chapter 8

Taylor

 

I step outside and take a deep breath when I look over and see Mayhem with a cigarette between his lips. I didn’t think he would say yes. I didn’t think he’d actually take me with him. I changed quick as hell, ready to get out of the apartment. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say to him. Did I want him to take me into my room and do things to me? Hell yeah! But I know what he’s there for. My protection.

“Fuck.” He grumbles and adjusts his dick while he looks me up and down.

“Is this ok?” I ask nodding down at my clothes. I chose to wear a pair of my skinny jeans with black knee-high boots and a shimmery tank top. I didn’t know what kind of place his clubhouse is.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea, Tay,” he says, pulling his long blond hair into a bun at the nape of his neck. Tay. No one has ever called me Tay. I think I might like it.

“Why not? Is it that bad?” I ask him checking my outfit once more before pulling my eyes up to watch him light a cigarette. He blows out a ring of smoke before looking back at me. Does he think I don’t look good enough to go?

“It’s far from bad. I’m havin’ trouble keepin’ my dick in check. The boys surely won’t be able to.”

A small smile crosses my face. He thinks I look good? Good enough to get his dick hard?

“I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.” His eyes roam over my body. It gives me a sexy feeling all through my body. Like I’m actually pretty enough to catch his attention. Like I’m good enough in general. It makes me feel worthy as a woman.

“I don’t know if I can handle it, though,” he admits. His eyes dance with danger. A danger I wish I could touch.

“I’m tired of being locked inside, Mayhem. Please.” Yeah, I’ll beg. I’m tired of being locked away. Being pushed to the background like I’ve always been. I can’t handle it much longer.

Mayhem groans before he says, “Shit, love. You stay close to me. You don’t fuckin’ go off with any of the guys without me knowin’.”

I nod with a smile on my face. He nods once, flicking his cigarette through the air. I watch as it hits the ground in a tiny spark.

“Get your ass on here.” He nods toward his bike. I obey. I climb on behind him quickly, not really sure about what I’m supposed to do.

“Put this on.” He passes me a helmet. I slide it on quickly and fasten it. His hands reach back and grab mine. My body jolts from the feeling of him touching me.

“Hold on, baby,” he says pulling my hands around his waist. My heart thunders in my chest. I feel like my body is about to explode. He gives me a sly smirk over his shoulder. My heart races, my pulse thrumming. He has to feel it. My thighs tighten around him as he takes off down the road. He feels like a giant mass of muscle beneath my hands.

The ride doesn’t take us long. We pull up to a gate, and with the tip of Mayhem’s head, the gates are opened. He pulls in, and I see all the bikes and people wandering around. My hands tighten around Mayhem, an overwhelming feeling rushing through me. Mayhem parks and helps me off, unfastening my helmet and taking it from me.

“I mean it, Tay. Stay with me.”

I nod my head as bile rushes up my throat. I’ve never been around so many people in my life and I have no idea how to handle myself. When I was in school, we had a lot of people but they were kids. These are grown, men! A lot of them. My heart starts racing, and my hands are clammy. Dots of sweat prick my forehead as a wave of nausea washes over me. I bend over and let my lunch explode out of me.

“Aw, shit.” Mayhem grumbles. He grabs the back of my hair, holding it while I throw up. It’s a sweet gesture from a man like him.

My insides are a mess. The fact that I’ve never been around one man like Mayhem stirred up emotions in me, but there are a ton of men like him here.

“I’m sorry. I’m just nervous,” I say as I stand back up. The first thing I see is the sincerity in his eyes.

He pulls out a bandana and passes it to me. I wipe my mouth when he says, “No one will hurt you here. Not when you’re with me. I promise, Tay.”

Why does his promise feel like he’s giving me the world?

“Ok,” I say softly.

Mayhem ushers me toward the party. I follow right next to him. I’m probably standing way too close to him, but I don’t care. He’s right; I feel safe next to him.

“You came!” A tall man with dark hair roars as he walks toward us. Mayhem grabs his hand, pulling him into a hug.

“You told me to come, asshole,” Mayhem says. The guy pulls back, his eyes raking over my body.

“This your job?” he asks nodding toward me. My insides scream to throw up again, but Mayhem’s words ring in the back of my head. I’m safe with him.

“Yeah. This is Taylor. Taylor, this is Declan.” Declan extends his hand, and all I can do is look at it a little nervously.

“He’s ok,” Mayhem reassures me with that calming tone. Only then do I take Declan’s hand in mine.

“Nice to meet you. Hope you’re keepin’ him in line,” Declan says with a smile. I smile back.

“It’s only been a few days. He doesn’t seem that bad.” The guys both laugh like I’m missing some kind of inside joke. Maybe I am.