Chapter Five

Storm

 

 

 

 

Having her hands around me while we ride feels so fucking good. Her hands are just low enough that my dick is getting hard from their position. I didn't plan on kissing her in the parking lot, but I couldn't help myself. There is something about her that pulls at me and makes me lose control when I'm near her. I've heard the brothers talk about this before with their old lady's, but I didn't think that would ever be me.

Before yesterday I was having the time of my life getting any girl I wanted and never needing to put in the effort or offer a half-assed explanation. Now all I can think about is having Becca and making sure that no one else ever touches her again.

I pull into the diner parking lot and turn off the ignition. My hands rest on hers not wanting her to move them but knowing we need to head inside. She makes the first move breaking our contact. I offer her my hand so she can climb off the bike. She stumbles once she’s on her feet and I laugh. I get off and take her hand leading her in. The hostess’ eyes grow wide as we walk in.

“Hey, Storm.” Fuck.

"Lauren." I nod at her. Lauren is a hang around who wants to be one of the club whores, but the brothers haven't invited her to be yet. We hooked up a few times and then she got clingy. "Can we get a booth?" Her face drops as she glances at Becca.

"This way." She walks in front of us shaking her ass like I haven't had that shit before.

Becca slides in, and I take my seat across from her. Lauren stands at the end of our table her gaze fixed on Becca. "You need somethin'?" I look at her, and her cheeks flush.

"No, enjoy your meal." She walks away, and Becca looks over at me.

“Friend of yours?”

I blow a breath out. “Mistake from the past. I want to talk about now though. Tell me about yourself.”

Her eyes narrow at me as if she's trying to figure me out. "Nothing much to tell. I'm going to be graduating in a few months, and I'm hoping I can get a job starting the next school year. How about you? You never answered my questions in the parking lot."

“And what questions were those?”

“What’s a prospect, and what does the patch on you leather mean?” she raises an eyebrow at me.

"You know what an MC club is?" She shakes her head, and her innocence only pulls me in more. "Motorcycle club."

“Like Sons Of Anarchy?” She cocks her head to the side.

I can't help but laugh. "Kind of but that shit is watered down." Her eyes go wide. "I don't know if you're ready for the answers you want."

“Maybe I’m not as innocent as you think.” She smiles at me but I know she’s bullshitting.

"Oh, yea? You forget I've already tasted you, Angel. You are every bit as innocent as I think you are and it's fucking sexy." Her breath catches. "A prospect is someone who wants to join the club, become a brother."

“So they’re like an intern?”

I smile at her trying to fit our world into the one she knows. “Yea, but a hell of a lot harder. My patch lets people know I’m a brother, it’s a status symbol.”

“So does that mean Carter’s dad is in your club? His jacket is the same thing.” I can see the wheels turning in her head.

“Yea he is, he’s the head of it. Which is why I went with Nikki to the meeting, he was out of town. Thank God he was too.” The waitress walks up to the table and interrupts her questioning.

“What can I get you guys to eat?”

I nod at Becca.

"I'll just have a coffee and some fruit." She smiles at her then looks over at me.

"Eggs, bacon, hash browns, and coffee. Bring her the same plus the fruit. Thanks." The waitress smiles at us then walks away.

“I’m really not that hungry.”

"Listen, after last night you need to eat, and some fruit isn't gonna do shit. Let me buy you breakfast like I wanted to and enjoy it." I raise an eyebrow at her daring her to argue with me.

Her mouth opens but closes almost immediately before she laughs and shoes her head. "Are you always this bossy?"

“Yep, but let’s not pretend like you don’t like it.”

Her cheeks flush, and her fingers twitch nervously. I grab one of her hands lifting it to my mouth letting my teeth drag over the pad of her finger. I hear her sharp intake of breath. This girl may be innocent now, but I see something inside of her that every inch of me wants to bring out.

“I feel like you’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“Not promising I won’t, but it’ll be the time of your life.” Before she can reply the waitress drops off our coffees.

I watch as she uses four creamers and six sugar packets. “You want some coffee with your milk and sugar?”

A laugh escapes her mouth. "I hate the taste of it, but I'm so tired."

“What you were doing at that party last night? Doesn’t seem like your kind of thing.”

"Oh, and you know what my kinds of things are?" her sarcasm is evident.

“Not completely yet but I’m making it my mission to figure all of them out and become one of them.” I stroke her forearm and notice how goosebumps break out across her skin.

Her phone buzzes on the table making her jump. She glances at it and decides not to answer it. Before I can say anything else, it rings again.

“You gonna get that?” I nod at her phone.

"Honestly I don't want to, it's my brother he's really overprotective. If I don't answer though he'll just keep calling." She picks it up an annoyed look on her face. "Hi, Pat." I recognize the name from last night relief flooding me that I was right and it was her brother and not a boyfriend. "I'm fine. I told you I was going to breakfast…Sara…the library, you know you really need to back off some…yea I know you tell me all the time…love you brother. Bye."

“My name Sara now?”

She shoots me a look. "Oh, yea, let me tell my father figure brother I'm out with a leather-clad, bike riding, MC member who seems to have nothing but questionable intentions."

“You want to know my intentions all you have to do is ask.” I look at her, daring her.

"And what are those?" She asks, but her voice shakes a bit.

The waitress drops off the food, and Becca almost looks relieved.

"Eat your food then I'll tell you." I point my fork at her.

We don’t say much while we eat, I mainly study her trying to figure her out. I can see her wheels turning the questions floating in her head and the fact that she’s trying to figure me out.

After eating most of her food, she places her for down and looks up at me. "There I ate. Now, what are your intentions?"

I smirk at her; there is more to her then the innocent girl I see on the surface. I toss some cash on the table and grab her hand leading her out of the restaurant, ignoring Lauren as she calls my name. Instead of heading to my bike I lead her around the side of the diner.

Pulling her to a stop, I come eye to eye with her. My hand releases hers as I rest it on her hip, she doesn't say anything, so I trail both down to her thighs gripping them and lifting her up before backing her against the side of the building.

“You sure you want to ask me this question?”

Her chest moves up and down quickly, and she nods as she looks down at me.

"My intentions are to make you mine. Have you in every way you'll let me. Worship your body until you're so exhausted from screaming my name that you pass out in my arms. I want you on the back of my bike, making sure that everyone knows you're mine. I want to bring out the girl I see inside of you that you keep hidden from everyone else." I brace her against the wall and grip her head with my hand bringing her lips crashing to mine. My tongue is tracing hers devouring her and stealing the very breath from her mouth until I give it back. Her thighs clench around my waist as my other hands grips her ass. I move my lips from hers tracing down her neck nipping and sucking the entire way her tiny moans of pleasure making everything inside of me go wild.

My phone rings in my pocket pulling both of us out of the moment.

“Fucking shit.” I put her down pulling it out and seeing that it’s Whip, our Sergeant At Arms. “Yea?”

“Get back to the club. We’re having church.” He hangs up without waiting for a reply.

"Gotta go babe." I grab her hand and lead her to my bike. "This conversation isn't done though." I lean down placing another kiss on her lips. "Give me your phone." She looks at me in confusion. "Gonna put my number in it." She hands it over, and I smile at how silent she is right now.

I hand it back to her. "Come on; I gotta get you back home."

Fucking church.