Page 111 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
“Me?” I query, looking down at the bike and then lifting my head up to peer into the shadows that fill the rest of the garage. There are no lights on in here, just natural sunlight from outside. If it wasn’t so smoky, and if that smokiness wasn’t paired with mud from last night’s rainstorm, it’d be relaxing. Hell, it’s relaxing anyway.
I can hear birds chirping, the gentle swish of charged wind in the trees. It’s idyllic out here, I won’t lie.
I ignore all of that in favor of studying the motorcycles lined up in the rear of the garage. There are several, most of which look like they’re in need of work.
“I don’t know anything about fixing up motorcycles,” I remind Sin, turning back to look at him. “I understand a lot about the life, but you know, my vagina somehow disallowed me from being able to ride one of these or spend time tinkering with them. I guess clitorises like, spontaneously explode when allowed near such manly devices.” I roll my eyes so hard that I almost make myself dizzy.
Sin grins at me and finds what he’s looking for, removing several tools and laying them out on a workbench beside him. He turns around to lean his ass against the bench, studying me as he crosses his arms. His muscles move beneath his ink like well-oiled machines, and I lick my lower lip.
Our eyes meet.
“Do you not want to learn?” he asks me, and I scoff at him.
“Of course I do,” I blurt, before I can stop myself. I frown as Sin chuckles.
“Crown let me move all of my shit from the garage near the clubhouse up here.” He sighs contentedly as he looks around. “He isn’t as bad as I thought, you know? I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to share you with someone like him.”
“Yeah, well,” I start, standing up off of the bike and giving it a once-over. It’s clear the shiny red paint was once perfect, the leather seat unscathed, the gold Indian logo on the side carefully restored. It’s all jacked-up now, but whatever. If that means Sin was able to get it at a good price and do his own thing, more power to him. “You guys keep thinking you’re sharing with each other. Really, I own all of you outright.”
“Pretty sure we talked about that,” Sin says, pointing at me with a screwdriver this time. “I own your ass. That’s been well-established.”
“Prove it,” I say, and the words come out before I can stop them.
He laughs at me and tosses the screwdriver aside.
“You really know how to push all my buttons, don’t you?” he asks, moving over to stand in front of me and taking my face between his hands. I inhale deeply, pulling in his unique scent mixed with all the smells of the garage, and I feel for a moment like I might actually be at peace. “But no. No sex yet. I told you. You have to earn it first.”
He drops his face toward mine like he might actually kiss me again and then turns away at the last second, moving over to the fridge and getting himself another beer. He offers me up a second orange juice, but I turn it down.
“Anyway, you deserve this for lying to me about that Ryan guy.” He pops the top on his new drink but sets it aside before taking a single sip. “Trying to fuck with my head and make me jealous.”
Sin squats down beside the bike and examines the mess of mechanical parts near its center, making me wonder if I might be able to look at a motorcycle one day and understand all of the moving parts like it’s second nature. That’s how he’s looking at it right now, like he understands it on an intrinsic level.
“I know the answer to your question,” I blurt suddenly, feeling my heart race like a wild thing inside my chest. I don’t know why I’m bringing this up right now, in broad daylight, when it’s just me and Sin and the soft rustle of the breeze.
He pauses then and stands up, turning fully around to look at me.
I both love and hate that, that he’s stopped what he’s doing to take careful note of my words. I want him to do that, look at me like a treasure, treat me like one. Fuck me like an animal. I clear my throat.
“Yeah?” he asks, his voice softening slightly. Just like when I blurted ‘Crown told me’ at the hospital, and he knew I meant the pregnancy without any clarification, he knows what I mean now.
“If you could go anywhere and do anything right now, what would you choose?”
I told him then that I’d get on a bike of my own and take off on a road trip, that I’d simply drive until I felt like stopping. He asked me who I’d take with me, and I said that I didn’t know.
