Page 73 of Animal's Reformation
Animal chuckled. “The place is closing.” He broke away then stood up and reached out his hand to her.
After she grasped onto his, he pulled her up and helped her on with her coat, then led her through the bar, raising his fist to Titus as they walked out.
On the drive back to her house, Olivia leaned her forehead against the passenger window; the coolness felt good against her skin.
“You okay?” Animal asked, looking at her sideways.
“Yeah, my head just feels a little fuzzy. You know, I’m surprised you picked me up in a cage.”
He laughed. “I wouldn’t have if I knew you were a biker chick.”
She reached over and lightly punched him. “I’m not a biker chick. I just had a dad and brother who were bikers.”
“You weren’t interested in any of the brothers?”
“Not at all. Like I mentioned before, my dad and brother tried to push Iceman on me, but … no … just no.” She shuddered.
“That bad?” He grinned.
“Yeah.”
“Now that I know you’re used to the life, I’ll have to take you for a ride.”
“I haven’t been on a motorcycle since my brother died.” Olivia snapped her eyes closed, trying to squeeze out the images of Leo.
“Do you miss the ride?” Animal grabbed her hand and kissed it.
Her lids fluttered open as memories of the wind rushing around her and the sun warming her face filled her mind. “Very much.”
“I’ll fix that for you. I can’t wait until Lucy’s old enough to go on her first ride. She’s gonna love it.”
Olivia smiled and laced her fingers through his free hand. “She’s got a lot of fire in her.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“I’m pretty sure she has a lot ofyouin her. I suspect that once Lucy gets on the back of your Harley that she’ll be addicted to the ride.” She looked over at him and admired his strong jaw, his high cheekbones, and a stubborn chin that dared anyone to try and mess with him. “I wouldn’t be surprised if, at some point, Lucy will want her own motorcycle. How would you feel about that?”
A long pause stretched between them, and she watched the muscles in his jaw clench and twitch, and then he breathed out an audible sigh.
“I hope I’ll be cool with that. I mean, if I had a son, I’d want him to have his own bike, but a daughter?” He pulled his hand away from hers and scrubbed the side of his face. “Shit, I don’t know. I’d be scared as hell that some fuckers would mess with her ’cause she’s a girl and all that. Kimber’s got a bike—a pink Harley.” He chuckled. “She can really ride. At first Throttle was wacked out about it, but now she’s his old lady and they ride all over the damn countryside.”
“Throttle’s an Insurgent?” she asked.
“Yeah, and Kimber works in Hawk’s—he’s our VP—bike repair shop. She’s a mechanic.”
Olivia playfully swatted Animal’s bicep. “Get out of here.”
He laughed. “I’m not bullshitting—Kimber’s a mechanic who rides a pink Harley, and Throttle was so fucking old school that the brothers still can’t believe it’s for real. I mean, the dude did a complete one-eighty—it was the damnedest thing.”
“I’m actually shocked. I never thought I’d hear about an outlaw having an old lady who not only is a bike mechanic but rides her own Harley. I guess your club isn’t as primitive as I thought it was.”
“That’s what I was saying earlier; you can’t judge all clubs by your dad’s and his standards. Most of us are pretty damn decent.” The corners of his mouth lifted.
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Now comes me stroking your ego …”
“I don’t need the ego shit. Your tongue twistin’ with mine as you moaned took care of that.” He tweaked her chin and chuckled.
Olivia felt a slight flush heat her skin, and she looked away, grateful that they’d turned into the cul-de-sac. They stopped in front of her house, and Animal switched off the engine and climbed from the car. She shoved open her door before he came over and hurried up the sidewalk to the front porch. The moonlight shone down weakly, and she rummaged through her purse for the keys, stiffening when she heard his footsteps behind her.
