Coal (Regulators MC 3)

Fuck. What if she thinks I’m bad energy? For someone like Pixie, that would mean a death sentence to whatever it is we are doing here. I’m not saying I’m in love with the woman, but she’s got me hooked, and I want a taste of her. I’m not sure if I can walk away from her now even if she asks me to.

I have never lost control like this. In fact, I have never felt so strongly about anyone as I do this woman, and I don’t even know why.

I watch as Pixie gets frustrated then shouts, “Trevor, what are you doing here? Don’t you have to be at work or something?”

Fuck, but she’s cute when she gets all worked up. It makes me wonder how she would look in all the other ways I can get her worked up. I don’t have time to waste, though, so I need her to get a move on and get dressed.

“Came by to pick you up for lunch, Pixie.”

Her face softens as she whispers, “You want to take me out?”

Running one of my fingers down the side of her face, I say, “Yeah. We’re going out with Ice, Hammer, and their ol’ ladies. So, do me a favor and stow away your sass and get your ass dressed so we can go. I don’t wanna be late.”

She stands there and stares at me with so much emotion going on in those eyes of hers that I have to look away. Just because she’s got me wanting to taste her doesn’t mean I can give her anything else.

“Go on and get ready, woman. I’m hungry, and we’re going to be late.”

I watch as she rushes off upstairs to her loft bedroom. It takes me by complete surprise when she walks down five minutes later, seemingly dressed and ready to go. I thought broads took an hour to get ready to go somewhere. I should have known that wouldn’t be Pixie. She’s so different from all the other women I have known.

When she stands in front of me, I take in her tight skinny jeans, moccasin slip-ons, and tie-dye T-shirt. The woman screams hippie in this outfit, yet I find her fucking adorable. Reminds me a bit of my mom and her free spirit.

Grabbing her hand, I pull her along behind me. “Let’s go, woman; I’m hungry.” Which is a lie. I haven’t been truly hungry in days, but no one needs to know how much this Cook case is getting to me.

I stop long enough to let her lock her front door, and then I grab her hand again and speed walk her to my bike. Even though she was quick about getting ready, there’s no time to waste.

I strap a helmet to her head then get on the bike and wait for her to get on behind me. She seems a little hesitant at first as she climbs on, but then she quickly settles into the seat and wraps her arms around my middle, holding me tight. Her feet hit the pegs, and her inner thighs press into me as she cocoons around me. Her front presses into my back while I feel the heat of her breaths on my neck, making me … hard.

Rock fucking hard.

I inhale deeply, feeling her tension as she settles in behind me. I have never had someone on my bike before. I don’t have a sissy bar for her to lean against. I only have a seat for two because it was more comfortable than the one that came on my Harley.

I click the gears with my foot, roll backward, and will my cock to tame. Then we hit the open road, and the trembling in her hands stops before I feel her relax behind me.

It takes a serious minute for me to turn in the direction we need to go, when I can easily drive off and hit US 1 North and take Pixie out on the open road with me.

I shiver with all the feelings I’m building for this woman. I have never believed in love at first sight, or lust at first sight. Fuck, I don’t believe in love after what Amber did just weeks after telling me how much she loved me. How can I ever trust another woman again?

Yet, at every turn, Pixie is hell-bent on righting a wrong that was a mere accident. She’s good in a way that I crave. She also has not one clue what I’m capable of. For that alone, she should stay far away from me.

My cock softens as I remind myself what I may have done in my teenage naivety. Yeah, there’s no way Pixie needs to have her energy tainted by mine. She just doesn’t know it.

First, we head back to the clubhouse to meet up with Ice, Hammer, and their ol’ ladies on the backs of their bikes. Once there, we don’t even get off my bike. The minute Ice sees us coming, he fires up his motorcycle and slowly starts rolling out. Hammer and I line up side by side to ride behind him as we head over to the barbeque place. When we get there, we park our bikes near the entrance, facing out, in case we need to make a quick getaway with the girls.