“Will they?” He grins and strokes his thumb over my clit. “How about a wager?”
I breathe in deep, focusing on his touch. “What kind of wager?”
“If you can get through an hour of the vibrator without an orgasm, I’ll let you cuff me and do anything you want to me.”
“And if I lose?”
“You invite your mom and Slick to dinner.”
I gulp. “One hour?”
“Get dressed.”
Shit.
I scurry to the closet and pull out my favorite jeans that make my ass look phenomenal. I want my man unable to resist me. I decide on a black halter top that shows my midriff but gives my girls exceptional coverage while still being sexy. I have to wear something that will give Roane easy access to do my tattoo without me having to go completely topless.
I dab some perfume on my wrists that Andi gave me. She said it’s some type of pheromone stuff she bought at her friend’s witchy type shop. She knows that Beni and I have been struggling and thought maybe it would help spice things up again.
I leave my hair down in long loose waves instead of straightening it like I usually do. It’s been a while since I got all gussied up for my man or myself. I add a few chunky silver bracelets and slip on a pair of black spiked heels with silver studs on them I bought when I was dancing but never wore. He doesn’t like me with a lot of makeup, so I keep it simple with red lipstick and mascara.
I can’t wait for my man to lay his eyes on me.
Chapter Twenty-six
I close the front door behind me, and I already feel naughty. Knowing that at any second all my man has to do is hit a button and my clit will be hit with the vibrations of the mini bullet turns me on. He grins at me from his motorcycle and then it hits me. A vibration pulses between my legs and my eyes roll back at the magic of the sensation. I’m not going to make it. I put one heel on a peg and swing my other leg over, climbing on behind him. I wrap my arms around him as the sun sets. Shades of orange, pink, and yellow disappear behind the lush green mountains.
“You ready?” he chuckles over his shoulder, the asshole.
“You’re the worst.” I snuggle into my biker’s back and rest my chin on his shoulder inhaling the sexy scent of his cologne, leather, and tobacco.
He roars onto the road, streetlights coming on as we pass under them.
Freedom courses through my veins.
Happiness settles in my gut as we hit the highway.
A weight has been lifted. I hadn’t realized how much I was holding onto but now that he knows all the shit that’s been going through my head these past few months my soul is lighter.
I’m already going over an itinerary of what the hell I’ll make or order in for having my birth mother and her special friend over for dinner as we ride taking the long way. There is no way I’ll survive an hour. We pass by the Kanawha River, the city lights reflecting on the water as though I’m truly seeing them for the first time as we roll over the bridge. Its time I stop hiding away and living for me. For my man. Building our beautiful life together. I want to grow old with him. To maybe one day start a family. My mind keeps going back to the hurt etched on his handsome face when he told me about the bet his brothers have going. I never want to be the source of his pain. I can see it clearly. Our child with his tan skin and dark eyes.
Sassy if she’s a girl and sneaky if we have a boy.
Eventually the ride ends like all things do, but for my husband and I maybe this is only the beginning.
Holy drives us through the gate. The anxiety of being here among all his friends doesn’t come. He takes my hand, and everything is right in my world.
“Fuck me, babe. I don’t know if I want to take you to this party or not looking as sexy as you do. Gonna cause me to get in a fight.”
“Not very likely. I think they all know the significance of my collar.” Pink stains my cheeks. It’s the first time I’m wearing it in public.
His thumb brushes over the diamonds hugging my throat and he smiles.
He pushes open the door to the Devil’s Playground, the Royal Bastards MC clubhouse and the second we walk through the door the fucker zaps my clit. My eyes nearly go back in my head. My crotch was already vibrating from the ride here. I may kill him. I look to the bar and see Viking grinning big at me as if he fucking knows exactly what just happened. That I nearly creamed my damn panties.
“You’re blushing,” my man murmurs in my ear. “Be doing a lot of that tonight,” he promises, and adrenaline slithers up my spine at the thought of all the ways he intends to deliver. “Let’s go out back.”
Behind the clubhouse the smell of grilled food has my mouth watering. Slick is manning the smoker. They went all out for tonight. Tables full of food. Any type of meat you’d want grilled or barbecued. An outdoor bar along with kegs. A stage where a band is setting up to play live. String lights twinkle all around us left over from Alexa and Murder’s wedding. The Ol’ Ladies love them, so they got to stay.