Atone (The Disciples 2)

Sighing, I look down at her, suddenly exhausted. “You ever been on a bike?”

She shakes her head no, and I flash to years ago when I told her I wanted her on my bike.

Reaching for my black helmet, I plop it on her head. Jesus, she’s sexy. Visions of her in nothing but motorcycle boots and a helmet make me instantly get hard. I climb on and adjust myself. It’s getting a little painful.

“Hold on tight.” I reach for her as she nods and swings her long leg on.

She scoots so close, her breasts are pressing into my back, her tight nipples burning through my vest. I look back at her as I start the bike, her chest going up and down. I can’t see her eyes, but her body is radiating excitement.

She’s an adrenaline junkie and she doesn’t even know it. I take a breath and try to settle my cock down, but she squirms. I rev up my bike and tell her to stop moving. She screams and holds tight as we take off. At the end of the driveway, I stop and turn to her.

“Listen, you can’t move,” I yell. “You understand? When I lean, you lean. Otherwise, hold on.” She nods, the black helmet knocking against my shoulder.

Christ, if she doesn’t fall off, it will be a miracle. I make a decision I’m going to regret, but this one does something to me—always has. I can use the excuse that I’m exhausted and don’t want to figure out where she lives.

The truth is… she has a light inside her that I’m drawn to. Maybe a kindness that up until a half an hour ago I thought I knew. I’m not capable of anything other than revenge. Taking off with Charlie on my bike is not fair to both of us.

It doesn’t matter. I’m doing it anyway.

I go over the last couple of days, trying to get my dick under control. She’s drunk and seems nervous. I reach down to make sure her hands are tight around my waist.

Fuck, this girl just does it for me. Her hands are slightly cold. I hold them longer than necessary while making sure they’re tight around me. A spike of pure energy pulses through me. Why the fuck is Charlie a pool hustler? And worse, why is she always in the back of my mind?

Even when I was lying on the beaches of Mexico drinking Mescal with my best friend Reed and shooting smack up my veins, I always sensed I was missing something good and pure. Something that wasn’t… finished.

I shift into gear and force my mind to let go of all thoughts of my golden-eyed beauty squeezing her legs around my thighs.

Instead I go to my dark reality, which is my cross to bear, and focus on how well Blade and I have gotten the drug up and cooking.

Axel and Edge have been all over putting the word out. Clubs are already fighting over it. The knights are all in play and the pawns will never know that they are going to be sacrificed.

The long stretch of pavement ahead, along with the warm evening wind, feels amazing on my face. I forgot how freeing it is to ride. It’s one of the things I purposely denied myself. I haven’t let myself get on a bike since I gave up my cut. Like an old girlfriend that always comes back, it’s there for me as I tighten my legs and reach for Charlie’s hands.

I’m taking her into the lion’s den—the pit of hell where she can see what I am. She thinks she can play with the big boys? We shall see.

The gravel crunches as I make the turn into the long driveway. Her body tightens as if she’s now realized where I’m taking her.

As I pull up to the clubhouse, the lights are on. Other than the music, it’s mellow. I back my bike into its spot and turn it off. I don’t turn to her. She’s not screaming now, and she’s not going to scream. She wants me if only for another night of my cock. But I’m not going to fuck her in the condition she’s in.

She reaches for the helmet and removes it as I get off. Her eyes take in our surroundings.

“Ummm, should I be scared?” She claws her nails into my forearm.

“I’m tired, Charlie.” I take her hand to steady her. “Let’s go.”

For a second, she hesitates; then she tightens her hand on mine, allowing me to walk her up the stairs of the porch as it swings open and reveals Axel who is smoking a bong.

Typical of Axel, he says nothing, but his eyes narrow on Charlie.

“Not now, man. This is your fault.” I guide her past him and into the clubhouse.

I don’t stop to talk with anyone and pull her up the stairs. The downstairs is always busy with brothers drinking and playing pool and shit unless Eve and James are here.