Page 99 of Stag

“Come on, Stag. You’re supposed to carry her into your new place, not out of the old one!”

“I can’t flip you off, Ghost, but trust me. I really want to.”

I approached the van, and Ghost edged past me, getting into the front.

“Fucker, we’re not sitting in the back!”

He smirked. “You’re not getting in at all, brother.” He pointed behind me, and when I turned to look, I couldn’t fight the smile on my face. My ride. She’s back. Last I heard, Harley was almost done, but somehow he’d delivered her here for us. My helmet and Claudia’s sat on top of a box that hadn’t been loaded on the van, and as I turned to yell at them, I saw the van disappearing around the corner. Fuck’s sake.

I lowered Claudia to her feet and we headed for my ride, and she let out an excited whoop when she realised we’d be heading home on two wheels. Home. I really liked the sound of that.

I lifted the helmets, and that’s when I realised the box contained just a small leather jacket, and a pair of thick leather trousers. Why did it suddenly feel like I was swallowing a tennis ball? They did this for her, for us.

“What’s that?” I lifted them up to show Claudia and she tilted her head at me.

“For me?”

I nodded. “You need to be safe on my ride, baby. I’m not gonna take risks with you, ever, but you should always dress for safety.”

We let ourselves back into her flat, and she quickly dressed in her new clothes, which fit a little too well for my liking. I’d have some questions for the guys when we got back. I hoped to fuck that their old ladies were the ones behind this.

“All good?” She nodded, pulling her boots back on over the leathers. “How do I look?”

I trailed my eyes down her leather clad form to the boots, and back up, catching sight of the hands landing on her hips, and the sassy grin on her face. Jesus fuck. I wanted to strip her back out of them and fuck her for the rest of the day.

“Well?”

Down boy. I took a deep breath, hoping I didn’t look like I was ready to devour her.

“Fuckable. Completely and utterly fuckable.” Epic fail.

Her mouth dropped open, and her cheeks pinked, and fuck me, that’s just making me want to forget everything outside this room, and spend the day worshipping her body.

“Fuck, babe.”

She giggled. “Let’s wait and do it in our new place, Stag. What better way to celebrate?”

Ughhhhh she’s edging me. She practically scampered back outside, leaving the key in the door for me to lock up, and then she taunted me even further by bending over at the waist to pick up her helmet, her ass perfectly curved and rounded in the leather jeans. I’m going to drown in my own drool. This is how I die.

“Are you coming?” She offered me a cheeky smile as she straightened up, and I groaned, tugging at my jeans before they completely choked my dick.

“It’s possible,” I finally said, forcing a deep breath as I approached her. Hell. She was going to be wrapped around me, dressed like that, and I had to concentrate on keeping us alive all the way to the clubhouse. I grabbed her chin as I reached her.

“Sure you don’t wanna fuck first?”

She practically fucking dimpled at me. “Waiting’s good for the soul, Stag.”

“Nope. Not mine. Mine is in need, babe. I have a needy soul.”

She bent again, giggling when my hands landed on her hips and I stepped up behind her, but she was only grabbing my helmet for me. Fuck. Focus.

I caught her hand as she lifted her own to put it on, waiting for her eyes to return to me.

“You’ll pay for that later, babe. I plan to torture you with pleasure.”

Her cheeks were red again as she nodded at me, looking serious as fuck.

“I agree that seems like the only suitable punishment, Stag.” Fucking minx.