Ireland’s mouth formed a little O as she stared at me in stunned silence. Her eyes were sparkling with happiness, and I couldn’t help drinking from her lips one more time before I broke away and swatted her ass again. “Leaving in five minutes, bag or not. I suggest you get to packing.”
8
Ireland
I wasn’t sure how long I’d be staying with Sebastian or what all I needed to bring with me, but I decided to pack light. Partially because he’d sounded deadly serious when he’d warned me that we were leaving in five minutes. But mostly, it was because I’d enjoyed riding on the back of his motorcycle so much last night. I wanted to be able to wrap my body around his again, which meant my stuff needed to fit in his saddle bag.
I tossed two changes of clothes, toiletries, and my tablet into a small duffel and turned to find Sebastian standing behind me. His arms were crossed over his muscular chest, and he had a big grin on his handsome face. “I think you’re gonna need more than that, baby.”
“Can I fit anything else on your bike?” I asked as I handed the duffel to him.
His gaze swept across my sleeping area. “Do you have a backpack?”
“Yeah.” I ducked low to pull it from beneath my bed.
He flung the duffel over his shoulder. “Shove some more stuff in that and wear it while we ride.”
Now that I thought about it, I’d seen guys wearing backpacks on bikes before. “Awesome, will do.”
I fit another three changes of clothes, a pair of pajamas, and a pair of sandals into my backpack. Then I pulled a pair of jeans over my leggings and tossed a sweatshirt on. “All done!”
“Much better, baby.” He claimed my mouth in a deep but quick kiss. “I gotta assume Scott knows your address, so the longer we can avoid coming back here, the better. It’ll give Hack and me time to eliminate the problem.”
“Eliminate the problem?” I echoed with a gulp, my eyes widening.
“So fucking adorable,” he mumbled, threading his fingers through mine to lead me to the door. “We’re not going to kill Scott. Just dig up shit on him so the cops will have enough to lock him up for a long damn time. I can’t risk being the one who ends up behind bars when I have you in my life.”
My cheeks turned pink as I teased, “Yeah, I really don’t want to lose my virginity during a conjugal visit. That doesn’t sound like my idea of a good time.”
“No worries there.” He pulled me to a stop to lock the door behind us. Then he cupped my face in his palms, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, “If it turns out the only way to stop the guy from hurting you is to put him in the ground, I’ll be sure to pop your cherry before the cops can put the cuffs on my wrists.”
My reaction might have been all kinds of wrong, but a shiver of desire raced up my spine. “Holy crap.”
“As a matter of fact”—he brushed his lips over mine—“my calendar opened up earlier than expected. When we get to the clubhouse, I’ll have plenty of time to give your sweet body the attention it deserves.”
“Then let’s get going.” I tugged on his hand, making him chuckle as we walked outside and over to his motorcycle. With the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given me after breakfast, I was more than ready to lose my virginity to him, so I wasn’t even a tiny bit embarrassed for him to know I was looking forward to it.
After he stowed my duffel and buckled a helmet onto my head, he tightened the straps on my backpack. Then he straddled his bike and held a hand out to help me get on. I loved how he was always looking out for me. “Thanks.”
“Anything for you.” Before he pulled out of the parking spot, Sebastian warned, “Hold on tight, baby.”
I plastered my chest against his back, and my hands wrapped around his belt buckle in front. As we roared down the street, the bulge in his jeans grew to the point where his hard-on brushed against the bottom of my hand. I scooted closer, squeezing my thighs around his hips to relieve my aching core. Between the bike's vibration, knowing Sebastian’s plans for me when we got to the clubhouse, and being pressed against his muscular body, the entire ride was like foreplay.
As we pulled through the gate into the compound, I buried my face in Sebastian’s vest and inhaled the smell of leather mixed with his manly scent. When he parked the bike and helped me off, my legs shook from being weak in the knees with desire just as much as they did from being unused to riding.