Page 18 of Framed for Life
I brush a kiss over the crease between her brows on her forehead. “These things take time.”
AKA forever.
Some wars never end. But that’s a brick to the face she doesn’t get. I’ll take the impact and figure out how to ease her in slowly.
Like a few hours at least.
She pulls back, more worried than before. “How long will I be sticking with you, Skull?”
I’m not going to say forever. But that’s what I’mthinking when one of the King’s bangs on the door. “Clear out here.”
Katie’s question is still hanging in the air when I grab her hand and drag her out into the sunshine where a dozen of my brothers are waiting.
It looks like a tattoo convention collided with an MMA training gym. From her eyes they probably look scary as fuck.
Katie shies away from them, hiding behind my back.
Guilt stabs me.
It’s a new feeling. I’m not even sure how I know this is guilt. But it’s heavy.
This is my fault. If I hadn’t let that woman talk me into meeting Katie she’d be on her way to a nice quiet evening.
With some dickhead who ridesasewing machine on wheels.
Instead she’s getting ready to see the club in action.
A fucking kegger. Whores and all.
“It’s okay. They don’t bite, and they know you’re mine.” I drag her around to my side, locking her in my hold.
The club brothers are staring. Mostly at me. Because someone must have body-snatched me.
I flip a few of them off, and snarl at the others.
“Let’s go, Katie-girl. Time for your first ride. This time you’ll get to experience the full effect, all these bastards will be with us.”
It’s gonna be a spectacle. It’s hard to imagine what it’s like from the eyes of someone who didn’t grow up around the life.
“Shouldn’t we have an armored car or something.”
I wish. Maybe the club needs to buy one. I’m telling Prez the minute I see him.
“If I had one you’d be inside it right now. But we’re gonna make a fast run to the clubhouse.”
I hold her close as we walk to my bike. Thank fuck I have a leather jacket in my saddle bag and a spare helmet that’s never been used. The Boy Scout troupe that kicked me out for raising hell would be proud.
“Let’s get you in some gear.”
She lets me slip my jacket on her. Katie’s swallowed by my coat and seeing her like that makes a lump swell in my throat. I zip it up and check the strap on the helmet twice.
“Let’s go.” I grumble, worried I’m gonna break such a small, delicate creature when I take her virginity.
I’m all raspy when I say, “Climb on behind me and hold on tight.”
She’s looking a little freaked out.
“I’ve got you. Nothing to it,” I assure her with a hug against my chest. She fits against me like a key into a lock. And I need to get her on my bike and get her home before my dick stretches my jeans out again.
