Page 49 of The Devil's Revelation
“I’ll have Carson grab it and bring it back with him in his saddle bag,” Torque assures me. “We need to get you a helmet, but we have spares in the back.” He leads me across the floor to what looks like a store room, and is full of odds and ends, and random pieces of equipment. Tucked in the back are a couple of helmets with face shields. He picks one up and holds it out to me. “Try this one on.”
I take it and slip it over my head. I loop the straps and pull it tight. “It’s a little loose but not dangerously,” I say loudly so he can hear me.
He nods and grabs the other one. He holds it up to compare and says, “This one is bigger so it definitely won’t fit. We’ll go with that one, but make sure your face shield stays down. If we pass someone we don’t want seeing you, this will give you a bit of protection. Are you able to tuck your braid in too?”
I pull the helmet off and quickly undo my braid, working out the strands then making quick work to re-braid it higher on my head. When I’m done, I look at Torque and stop when I see the intense, almost hungry look on his face. “What?”
“I want to see all that hair spread out on my pillow. Then over my stomach when you suck me off,” he rasps, eyes never leaving mine.
I flush with heat, images flashing in my head of what he’s describing. We stare at each other, the tension between us rising the longer we stand here. Finally, I force myself to look away and reply, “Don’t you think we should be heading out?”
“Probably, but gonna need a second,” he answers, waving at himself. Against my better judgement, I look at the noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans. “Also, we need to get you a jacket to wear.” He turns away and starts rooting through a few things in the corner and finally emerges with a leather jacket with the garage’s logo on the back. He hands it to me and I slip it on. It’s a near perfect fit. He nods happily. “We keep a few women’s sizes around. You should be good now.”
We leave the storeroom and head towards a side door that opens on the side of the building. Then move around to the back where his bike is waiting; now the only one. I guess the other guys already left. “Nice bike,” I say, appreciating the clean lines and the size of the powerful machine.
“Ever ride before?”
“A couple of times, but it’s been a while,” I answer, thinking back to the rides I took with Zeb .
“Then you know what to do. Put on your helmet and let’s get going.” I nod and do as ordered, climbing on behind him and sliding my body snug against his, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist.
I said I had done this before, not that I still wasn’t nervous.
Once we’re on our way, I realize pretty quickly that Torque is an excellent driver. He handles every turn, stoplight, and straight lane calmly, competently, and without any flare. By the time we head out of the city, I feel relaxed and settle in to enjoy the ride.
When we reach the clubhouse, I watch as a young kid opens the gate, and I don’t miss the way he eyes me with interest. Torque drives up the road and I get my first look at my new home. I grin when I realize that it looks like an old saloon. It’s a huge building, with a large front porch, and I already love it. I just hope the inside is as neat as I’m hoping.
Torque helps me climb off and I take off my helmet. When I go to hand it to him, he shakes his head. “Keep it, in case we need it again.” He takes my hand and pulls me up the front porch steps and inside.
Once we step through the doors, I immediately fall in love with the way they’ve arranged it. They’ve kept much of the classic feel, including the staircase at the center of the back of the room. It branches off into two separate wings, and I see a swinging door to my left that I assume leads to the kitchen. There are tables and chairs, couches, a large screen TV, some pool tables, darts, and even a small dance floor and stage.
It’s a party spot for sure, but right now, there aren’t many people in it. I see a few women sitting on the couch, but as soon as we enter they all scowl. By their expressions, I’m guessing they’re the club girls. I was hoping to avoid them for a little bit, but I guess I can’t be that lucky.
“There you are,” Rose’s voice says as she comes down the stairs, making me look her way. She immediately rushes over to me, pulling me in close and hugging me tight, making me drop Torque’s hand. “You’re safe now, honey,” she promises me, pulling me back and looking me square in the eye. “I’ve got a room all set up, and you’ll have your own bathroom so you have some privacy. It’s not all glorious living with a bunch of bikers, but we’ll make sure you have fun while you’re here. Take your mind off things.”
“Over my dead body,” Torque mutters behind us.
I chuckle. “I’ve been warned about your brand of fun,” I tease.
Rose lets me go and waves that away. “Don’t you listen to the rest of these party poopers. You’d think for a bunch of bikers they’d be worse than us, but I guess they’ve missed the memos.”
“Our idea is to stay out of jail, Mom, not go in it,” Torque returns with an eye roll. “Are you going to show us where her room is?”
“It’s right across the hall from yours so I’m sure you can show it to her,” Rose returns, and I don’t miss the glint in her eyes. Apparently she’s got some matchmaking ideas, and from the pleased look on Torque’s face, he doesn’t mind. I bet he’ll be changing his tune after I’m here a few days and driving him crazy.
Torque nods. “I’ll show her to her room and then we’ll be back down.”
“Take your time.” She looks at me. “Once we get your stuff here and get you settled, we’ll sit down and get to know each other. Seems like I know you so well already, even though we’ve only spend a handful of minutes together.”
“I’d like that,” I say with a smile. “I don’t have anything with me right now so I won’t be long. I would like to shower though.”
“I’ll lend you some clothes,” Torque offers.
I arch a brow at him, raking my gaze over him quickly. “I don’t think we’re the same size, big guy.”
Rose chuckles. “I’ll go grab you some of mine. I’m bigger in the bust, but we look about the same size otherwise.”
“Thanks so much.”
