“We're all riding side saddle today, where all in dresses and the boys will be going really slowly you just hold onto Blaze, he won’t let you fall” I nod not really sure what else to do should I just say no but if it’s their tradition and this is for my Brayden“Um… what’s side saddle?” I ask Maggie, and all the girls laugh“Come on, I’ll show you” as we walk out Chelsea comes walking in, and I look at her dress (wow) every time I’ve seen her she looks amazing.We get outside, and Maggie calls Blaze over to us “Ladies,” he says, looking me up and down and I blush feeling hot“I need you to sit on the bike so Ella can practice sitting behind you for the ride to the cemetery,” Maggie tells him, and Blaze nods, moving to sit on his bike, and Maggie sits behind him showing me what to do“Ok, just hold on to Blaze’s waist don’t let go keep your legs more to the front one on top of the other ok” she gets off and I move behind Blaze and place my hands on his shoulders and sit“That’s good, place this leg on the other.” I move my feet, and she moves my legs closer to Blaze’s butt “Hold onto his waist more.” I move closer one of my breast resting on his back, and I feel instantly embarrassed, Joe is the only person who has ever touched me sexually, and this feels very intimate. “How does that feel?” Maggie asks me, and I look at Blaze who’s watching me through his mirror, and I blush“It’s good” I get off of Blaze’s bike the gravel crunching under my feet, and I look around at all of the men and notice every one of them dressed in dress shirts and black jeans, now I know why Abbey was excited. The front gates open and two hearses drive through the gates, and I freeze, Maggie takes my hand as they position them so the procession can follow. I hear people moving around me, but I walk to the one holding Brayden, and I notice Brian and Mathew moving to the other one, I place my hand on the glass bursting into tears. “Bray” I whisper, feeling someone pull me to them and I look up seeing Blaze through my tears. “We're here for you Ella” he whispers, and I look back at the hearse, the flowers that surround Brayden’s coffin say his club name. I kiss the glass and step back, Blaze walking me back to his bike and I climb back on holding him a little tighter. Brian and Mathew go to a motorbike Mathew at the front and Brian behind him“Whose bike is that?” I ask Blaze, and he looks at it“Gunner’s,” he says, and I look around wondering where Chance’s is“Where’s my brothers?” I ask him, and he looks down“Where on it baby,” he says, and I look down at the bike I’m sitting on and run my hand over the leather seat“This is Brayden’s?” he nods“Yeah, baby it is.”The bikes all start up the noise of the bikes ear piercing, and the ground shakes with the vibration of all of the loud engines. Blaze starts Bray’s bike and the rumble of the muffler is so loud and the vibration of the engine coursing throughout my body. I move closer to Blaze holding him tight as Razor moves forward Maggie sitting behind him like I am with Blaze than Nash moves next to Razor. Blaze moves us forward, and I squeak holding onto him, he pats my hands, reassuring me as Mathew and Brian move to ride next to us. We travel to the cemetery slowly, and I watch as people stop and turn towards us. People stop their cars getting out and watching, and I lay my head on Blaze’s shoulder feeling drained already. He places his hand on my knee, and I look down at it, the warmth of his hand burning my bare leg with such a simple touch. He looks at me through his mirror, and I blush, the stimulation of the bike doing things to bits of my body that have never been stimulated like this. We pull up to the cemetery and Blaze pulls in next to Nash“You ok darlin’?” he asks me, and I look at the hearse again and shake my head. “We’re here for ya ok” I nod as Blaze takes my hand and we walk through the cemetery, and everyone follows as the two coffins are laid above the holes. Maggie hands me two red roses, and I look down at the petals of the flower. The deep red shades telling me that the roses are at least a week old, Blaze holds my hand the whole time as people get up and say their goodbyes to their brothers and even a few prayers are said. People move forward, and I stand staring down at my brother’s coffin, I kiss the rose and throw it in and do the same for Gunner, I watch all of the women do the same. The men all throw dirt on the two coffins and before everyone has passed the holes are filled and Razor steps forward