Page 29 of Wheelie's Challenge
“Here you go.” Hawk handed him a tall can of Coors.
Turning away from Sofia, he took the beer and cracked it open. As he talked with Throttle, Axe, and Rock, he saw her stealing glances at him from the corner of his eye, but he felt Banger’s stare on him, so he kept laughing and talking with his brothers even though his mind, his senses, and his dick were lost in Sofia.
“We’re ready to eat,” Belle said.
The men meandered over to the picnic tables covered in multi-colored striped oilcloths. Wheelie glanced around for Sofia and saw her holding Axe’s son. She looked so sweet and maternal as she pressed the one-month-old Jagger to her chest. Suddenly—right out of left field—an urge to have Sofia’s belly full with his baby grabbed hold of him.Whoa… Fuck! What the hell?He shook his head as if trying to rid his mind of the thought, but it didn’t budge.
Jagger began to fret and cry and Baylee ran over and took him from Sofia then rocked him in her arms.
Cara put a can of beer down and looked at Wheelie. “Here’s your place.” She waved her hands at the people. “Find a place to sit then go over to the buffet table and grab a plate. Banger, Jax, Bear, and Ruben are manning the grills.” She tugged Sofia’s arm and brought her over to the table. “Have a seat.”
“Cara…” Hawk’s voice was hard like iron.
Cara went over to him and kissed him on the lips. “Make sure Braxton and Isa are settled at our table, sweetie.” She breezed away and Wheelie chuckled inwardly then sat down next to Sofia.
“It looks like Cara’s decided where we’re sitting.”
“Yeah, good ol’ Cara.” He smiled as he looked at Hawk chasing after Braxton and Harley. “You’re gonna have to point out the salad you made.”
“I will.” She craned her neck. “We should get our plates.” She pivoted and swung her legs over the bench then stood up. “I’ll leave my purse here.” She put her bag on her seat. “I don’t want anyone taking my place.”
“Me neither. I like having you close to me.” He let her go first then followed her to the buffet table.
Soon the tables were full and everyone was talking and laughing as they enjoyed their time together. The heat from the day dissipated as the cool early evening air slowly slipped in, but sitting next to Sofia, Wheelie felt the heat of her body. Trying to concentrate on what Throttle and Bear were saying to him, he turned slightly toward them, but his distraction pulled him back when Sofia’s leg fell against his. He glanced at her sideways and he smiled when he saw a soft pink flush creeping up her neck. Wheelie reached underneath the table and gently placed his hand on her knee. Her skin was like velvet, and her heady scent of violet and cedar-wood was intoxicating. Just as he was ready to pull his hand away she gripped it, entwining her fingers around his. He squeezed back and they carried on separate conversations all while holding onto each other.
As the orange-hued sun began dipping behind the mountain peaks, scarlet and amethyst emblazoned the sky before it darkened to obsidian. The women cleared the tables and wrapped up the leftovers while the men smoked pot, drank beer, and talked about motorcycles. Streetlights strategically placed around the park blinked on as fireflies sparked and lit up pockets of darkness.
Wheelie looked over his shoulder and saw Sofia helping Cheri and Doris put the food away in large coolers. He took out his phone.
Wheelie:I need to talk to you.
Sofia:Meet me @ my house after Belle & Banger take me home. Bones wasn’t here.
Wheelie:I took care of that.
Sofia:U’ll have to tell me how.
Wheelie:I will. Later.
He put his phone away and went over to the ladies. “Do you need any help loading the coolers into the cars?”
“Aren’t you a sweet one?” Belle said, her eyes darting to Sofia then back to him. “Banger brought a few dollies so we can just stack them up and wheel them to the cars.”
Several of the brothers came over and helped stack and load up the cars while the rest packed up the grills and threw the trash out. As Banger walked toward his SUV carrying Harley, whose cheek rested against his father’s shoulder while staring glassy-eyed at Wheelie, Sofia strolled with Belle and Cara over to the car. Bidding goodbyes to his brothers, Wheelie started up his bike and rode over to Sofia’s house, parking by the trashcan in the alley as he waited for her to get home.
The tip of his joint glowed eerily in the moonless night. A while later, the backyard lit up with a patch of yellow emanating from the light in the kitchen. He rolled his bike in neutral and parked it in the yard then softly knocked on the back door. It opened quickly and Sofia unlatched the screen door.
“I looked for your bike and when I didn’t see it, I thought something came up and you couldn’t come.”
He went inside and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. “I’d wanted to do that the moment I saw you tonight.”
“All I’ve thought about for the past week was when I’d finally get to be with you without feeling afraid.” Sofia wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his face close to his then kissed him softly. “I think about you all the time,” she whispered against his lips.
Wheelie ran his hands down her back and cupped her butt cheeks, squeezing them. “You do something to me, woman, that I can’t explain.”
“I want to be with you.” Sofia brushed her tongue across his lips, over his jaw, and then down his neck.
He groaned. His brain told him to stop and leave, but his hard dick and the explosion of sensations burning through him like a wildfire told him to stay. “Let’s go to my place.”At least I have some respect not to fuck a brother’s wife in his bed.Warning signals screeched in his brain, but he ignored them; he’d fought this thing between him and Sofia for too long. Nothing mattered at that moment except for the two of them.
