Page 49 of Loyal
I press back into him, panting at the thought. I’m ready to tell him to take me when headlights turn on the street.
He steps away, pulling me to stand upright.
“I got you this,” he tells me, ignoring our conversation from before.
When I turn, I’m shocked to find a helmet in his hands. It’s plain and black, but it fits me perfectly as I pull it on my head.
He does the straps before grabbing the leather jacket laying across the back of his bike. “This is so I can see you in my jacket.”
His eyes flare with heat as I turn, keeping my eyes on him as he helps me put it on.
When I’m facing him again, he pulls me in by the jacket and kisses me.
“I love that the world will know you are mine,” he growls.
I should tell him not to be so possessive, but something about the way he wants to possess me excites me. He isn’t being overbearing or condescending. He truly wants me as his woman. Not an object or something for him to manipulate, but something to cherish and share his life with.
“We should go before I pull you inside,” he whispers.
“I want to meet your family. Rain check?”
He smirks. “Later.”
I let him climb on the bike before he guides me behind him. When I wrap my arms around him, he reaches back and cups my thigh. It feels intimate in a way I have never experienced.
I think I love it. I could become addicted to this feeling.
As he takes off, I relish in the feeling of being on his bike. It’s scary yet exhilarating at the same time. He never drives too fast, nor does he do anything stupid, yet I still feel like a bit of a badass as I cling to him.
I don’t miss the stares we get as we ride through town. Women salivate over him while men glare. It feels powerful being the woman he has chosen. The one he puts on his bike.
The ride is over far too soon. He pulls into a place miles outside of town with nothing around. A young man opens a gate before we pull inside and up to a large building that looks more like a compound than a clubhouse.
Loyal cuts the engine, helping me from the bike. I’m surprised my legs feel like jelly, and he catches me as I stumble.
“You’ll get used to it,” he promises.
I smile. I don’t mind the feeling.
“What is this place?” I ask.
“This is the clubhouse. It’s where our headquarters are. We party here. We sleep here. If there is a lockdown, this is where we come. It is our safe haven,” he tells me.
He holds out his hand so I take it.
“You sleep here?” I ask.
“Not much since I moved in next to you, but yeah. I have a room. I’ll show you it later.” He winks at me, making my cheeks warm.
I don’t ask any other questions as he leads me inside. When the door opens, music flows out.
“How did I not hear that outside?” I yell into Loyal’s ear.
“Insulation,” he yells back.
I nod as if I understand exactly what he means and look around as he pulls me through people.
This isn’t exactly what I thought it was going to be, but it is more like it than I hoped. The place is crowded with many men wearing cuts like Loyal. Women are dressed in essentially lingerie or sports bras, rubbing their bodies against the men. It’s raunchy and loud. I’m not sure I like it.
