Page 35 of Outlaw Xmas
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.”
“I’m surprised a nice, good-looking guy like you doesn’t have one. Why not?”
Because the one I want is already taken.“Not looking for one, I guess.” He pulled away. “Pizza’s gonna get cold.” He turned and went back to the couch.
For the next few hours, they laughed, watched a movie, and playedResident Evil 7. It was one of the best nights Wheelie’d had in a very long time.
When he glanced at his phone, he saw it was almost two in the morning. The time had just flown; it seemed like he’d only been there for a couple of hours. Sofia came back from the kitchen with a plastic bag and put the pizza box and paper plates in it. He helped her tidy the room, and then he picked up his jacket.
“Are you leaving?” Her voice had a tinge of sadness to it.
“It’s getting late.”
“Are you going back to the clubhouse?”
“Nah. I’m just going home.” Wheelie had moved out of the clubhouse in the early part of the year. Most of the single brothers lived at the club, but after years of not having much privacy, he decided he needed his own space, so he bought a three-bedroom home overlooking the Colorado River. It was in the Pinehurst community, and each morning when he woke up to peace and quiet, he wondered why it’d taken him so long to get his own place.
“Do you mind taking the vodka with you? You can keep it for the next time we get together,” she said softly.
“Next time you can come to my place. You’d really like it.”
She nodded, her eyes fixed on him. He went to the door and smiled. “It was nice tonight. One of the best times I’ve had in a long while.”
“Me too.” She padded over to him. “Thanks for the vodka, the pizza, the laughter, and telling me I’m pretty.” Her voice quivered and she dipped her head down.
He cupped her chin and tipped her head back. Latching his gaze on hers, he pressed his mouth on the soft cushion of her lips. A startled yelp escaped from her and she pulled away.
He straightened up. “I’m sorry. I crossed the fuckin’ line.” He spun around and had his hand on the doorknob when soft hands touched his forearms. She slid in front of him, stood up on her toes, and hooked her arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to hers. Desire shone in her eyes, and he yanked her to him and crushed his lips on hers, kissing her deeply. He wanted to devour her whole.
Clinging to him, her lips parted, allowing her moans of pleasure out and over his cheek. Raw intensity sizzled between them as they kissed frantically—breathing fast, heart rates faster.
Wheelie could feel her tits pressed against his chest, his jeans tightening painfully. Then the faces of his brothers flooded his mind. He willed them to go away but they were stubborn sonsofbitches. He owed loyalty to the brotherhood and to each brother, even Tigger.
Fuck! What a cock blocker.He pushed away gently and put his hands on Sofia’s drooping shoulders.
“I better get going.”
“Okay.” Her chin trembled, and he wanted to take her back in his arms and cover her in long, deep kisses.
“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m not sorry I did, but it’s just not cool with Tigger being a brother, you know?”
Lowering her head, she nodded. “I shouldn’t have done it either. I mean, I’m married.”
“I know.” He ran his fingers through her soft hair. “If you weren’t, I’d be all over you. Don’t ever think for a second I wouldn’t. If you need anything, call me. It’s too snowy for that bike ride. Maybe when the weather gets better.”
“Oh sure. That’s fine. I’ve got a ton of stuff to do around here, anyway. No worries.” Her voice quivered on the last two words.
“Okay. I’m off.”
“I’ll open the garage door for you. Goodbye, Wheelie.”
He walked out the back door, his boots crunching on bits of gravel on the concrete floor. The door opened and he slid into his Jeep. Waving at Sofia, he backed out and turned out of the driveway. Waiting for the door to close, he cursed his lack of self-control. He watched the house for a long time, and when all the lights turned off, he drove away and made his way home.
Inside his house, he kicked off his boots, grabbed a bottle of Jack, and stretched out on the couch. Taking a few gulps of whiskey, he stared out the window into the inky darkness.
The scent of Sofia still lingered on him. Her lips were so soft and her body felt damn good pressed into his.
