Page 48 of Loyal
She mulls it over. “If I were to take Farrah, she would hate it.”
I smile. “Maybe, but then at least she will hate it because she doesn’t like it and not because someone else is telling her not to. Besides, that’s only if you don’t hate it. So what do you think?”
“True.” Sami yawns. “Friday then. Billy picks her up from school anyway, so we won’t have any issues.”
“Good. Now rest.”
I kiss her temple and tuck her into my arms.
“One more thing. What do you wear to a biker party?”
I worked twelve hours today, and while I should be exhausted and ready to be off my feet, my body is buzzing with excitement.
I was nervous at first. Who am I kidding? I am still nervous as hell, but I am ready to finally see the part of Loyal’s life that has always been there in the background. The one I ignored.
I’m done ignoring it.
If I want to see if a real future with him can work, I need to know all of him, which means I need to meet the people he calls family.
That familiar doubt settles in as I look at myself in the mirror.
When I asked him what to wear, he said whatever I wanted. Gina tried to get me to wear leather, but I told her I was going for casual, not full-on psychopath. So I settled for a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. It’s not sexy by any means. The jeans hug my body enough, but I hate the little bit of slack in them. It reminds me of the weight I’ve lost from stress.
When I look at myself, I feel like the parent of a teenager. I don’t feel like a woman about to go out on a date with a twenty-two-year-old man.
This is stupid. They are all going to laugh.
The thought is always there, lingering in the back of my mind.
Maybe Farrah is right about all of this.
Shaking my head, I try to hype myself up.
No. This is going to be great. You are going to have a great time.
Not giving myself time to pause, I grab my keys and head out the front door.
I pause in the doorway when I see the man waiting for me. Dressed in his normal jeans, plain black T-shirt, and cut, he leans against his bike, looking like every woman’s bad boy fantasy.
He’s mine.
The thought takes my breath away.
Here I am inside thinking about all the ways we shouldn’t work and how I might be embarrassed because they will think I am too old for him while he stands out here waiting for me with that look in his eye that saysyou are all I see.
I am one lucky woman, and I need to start acting like it.
Turning, I lock the door before heading down the steps toward him.
“You look gorgeous,Mami.”
“It’s a plain T-shirt and mom jeans.” I roll my eyes.
He grabs my hips, pulling me closer. “Mom jeans are hot as fuck. I want to bend you over my bike right here and take that sweet ass of yours. Would you let me?”
My mouth salivates at the thought, and when I don’t respond, he moves, pushing me against the bike as he steps behind me. My hands land on the seat as he whispers in my ear.
“Can you imagine it? Me fucking my woman as she wears my jacket against my bike. It’s a dream come true.”
