For as long as I graced the earth and I was able, I knew I would be an outlaw. Being in an Outlaw Motorcycle Club wasn’t only where I belonged, it was who I was. This one thing, regardless of any other changes in my life, would never change.

Allowing Avery to enter my world caused me to feel a sense of accomplishment in my life I had never felt. She allowed me to exhale and believe, at least in her presence, I was not only an outlaw, but an outlaw and human. Having never felt like much other than a criminal, keeping her by my side would certainly prove effective in making me feel better about myself, and making me a more effective president. In some way or another, everyone in my life would benefit from what Avery provided me. 

“You know I’ll always be an outlaw,” I said without looking up.

“Uh huh. I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she responded.

I glanced up from my bowl of noodles, “I could end up in prison for some bullshit charge, and you may never see me again.”

“They allow visitors,” she said.

“The club always comes first, Avery. Always,” I explained.

“As they should,” she said as she stirred her chopsticks through her soup.

“You realize there isn’t really a law or a commandment I haven’t broken. Think about that,” I said as I laid my chopsticks across the bowl and pushed it toward the center of the table.

She looked up from her bowl and raised her eyebrows. “Seriously? I’ll be caught up with you in no time. You’re not going to scare me away.”

“Well, I’m just making sure you know who I am for sure,” I said.

“Well, it’s a little late for starting to introduce yourself, but yeah, I know who you are,” she said as dropped the chopsticks into her bowl.

“Guess that’s all I’ve got for now. You got anything?” I asked.

After a short hesitation, she raised her hand to her mouth and tapped her index finger to her lips. “Yep. One thing.”

“Well?” I sighed.

“Can I like say whatever, and you won’t get mad?” she asked.

I nodded .y head, “Sure.”

“Okay. Well, I think I’ve been doing a good job of being respectful and stuff. You know, keeping my smart-ass mouth shut and not saying shit. Like don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.” She paused and leaned into the center of the table.

“I never told you that, but yeah, I’ll agree. You’ve been pretty good,” I said.

She pressed her elbows into the table and rested her chin in her hands. “Well, I figured it out on my own, you know, from reading and stuff. So, anyway. What I was wondering is this. When it’s you and me, just us, can I like speak a little more freely? Not be disrespectful, but like say what I want without you getting mad?”

She sat up and leaned into her chair as she waited on my response.

I raised my hands in the air slightly and shrugged. “Sure. But from you or anyone for that fucking matter, I won’t be disrespected.”

“And I won’t disrespect you. Agreed,” she said as she extended her hand to the middle of the table.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes as I leaned over and shook her hand. “Agreed.”

“Okay. Well, I have always dreamt of having a guy like you. I know I don’t have you, but you know what I mean. A bad-boy, an alpha male, a biker; all of those things are my perfect dream. So, I get you, and then we finally have sex. Now don’t get me wrong, I loved the sex. I loved it. But, I uhhm. I was kinda wondering if we could like go all crazy once in a while. You know, like pull my hair and shit. Have some of that wild shit like people always tell stories about and stuff. What do you think about that?” she said without so much as taking a breath.

Avery always spoke a hundred miles an hour whenever she chose to speak. Hearing her say all of what she just said as fast as she said it made me take a moment to digest it all. As I watched her face change from a look of confidence to worry, I sighed.

I leaned forward, pinched my chin between my thumb and forefinger, and nodded my head. “You like it rough?” 

She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. I like thinking about it. But not just rough. You know, rough and adventurous.”

I raised one eyebrow. “You want me to fuck you harder than I did?”

She shrugged again. “Oh God. I don’t know. Maybe after we bone for a while. Your cock’s huge and I’ve got a little hoo-hah.”

I shook my head. “Don’t ever call it that again. A fucking hoo-hah? You can add that to the list of shit not to say. It’s a pussy.”

She leaned into the table and whispered. “I have a tiny pussy.”

“That you do,” I agreed.

“Well, we’ll see. I think you’ll be satisfied with what you get from me. We’ve had sex one time. Well, one and a half if you want to include the shower sex after the bed. But you didn’t last long.”

She widened her eyes and gasped. “It was hot as fuck, humid, and you’d already fucked me senseless. What did you expect?”

“Hell, if it was up to me, we’d still be fucking,” I said as I stood.

I pulled my wallet from my pocket and threw thirty bucks on the table. As I glanced across the table, she stood from her seat and stretched. 

“You might want to do the splits a couple times before we saddle up. Where we’re headed it might come in handy,” I said as I walked past her and toward the door.

“Where are we headed?” she asked excitedly as she ran to my side.

I pulled the door open and held it for her to pass through. “You’ll find out soon enough. But if we get caught, I can tell you this, we’ll both probably go to jail.”

Standing in the open doorway, her eyes widened. I grinned and walked past her, knowing our perceptions of events would never quite match. Satisfying her, however, was strangely on my list of priorities.

As I stepped over the bike and lowered myself into the seat, I glanced toward the entrance. Still standing at the door with her mouth open, she stared back at me.

“Saddle up, we’ve got some fucking to do,” I hollered.

As she slowly walked toward the bike, I figured she was attempting to dream up all of the possibilities of what might be next. She was without a doubt an intelligent girl, but she would never figure out what I had planned.

Not in a million years.