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Asher chuckled then, “What I think he means to say, Gabby, is that he’s happy you didn’t take two hours to get ready. And not only that, but since he can’t take his eyes off you to respond to his Pres, he likes what he sees.”
Pipe closed his eyes and shook his head. Opening them again, he nodded and said, “Yeah, what he said.”
“Oh, okay. Are you ready?” I asked.
He nodded, then stood and with his hand at the small of my back, he led me from the clubhouse.
When we made it to his bike, he stopped and looked down at me. “You don’t mind going for a ride with me?”
I couldn’t help the incredulous look that formed on my face. “Are you alright?”
And for some reason, gone was the expressive face from just a few short moments ago, and in its place was someone that was guarding himself, erecting walls to keep himself protected. “Yeah, just answer me. Please.”
I had no clue what this was about, but I answered him honestly. “I love being on the back of a bike, Pipe. And for anyone to tell you no, that they don’t want to ride with you is a freaking idiot. Even more so when you wear that kutte on your back.”
His shoulders relaxed, and he asked, “So you will never tell me no about getting on the back of my bike?”
I hesitated. Because in the future, I would be telling him no. If I was ever claimed by a man, I wouldn’t ride on the back of another man’s bike, and if I ever became pregnant.
Taking in a deep breath, I smiled a small smile and said, “I can only think of two reasons I would ever tell you no.”
I watched as his shoulders tensed, yet again. Just what had this man been going through? “And those are?”
“I would tell you no if I had a man. It wouldn’t be right, and if I was pregnant. It wouldn’t be safe for the baby.” And as soon as I finished, his shoulders were once again relaxed.
Suddenly, my fingers itched to rub his shoulders and loosen them up. There was no way he didn’t have knots all in his back from doing that.
With that out of the way so to speak, he continued walking with his hand still on the small of my back, and when we reached his bike, I smiled at the second helmet that was sitting there, “Your wife won't get mad. Right?”
He scoffed, and that was how I understood exactly why he had asked me if I minded getting on the back of his bike. “She’s never ridden on it. Or any of my bikes for that matter. So no, she won't mind, and if she does, then she’s a fucking hypocrite.”
“Okay. So, no questions about her at all. Got it.”
He smiled down at me, reached for the black helmet, and held it out to me.
Putting it on, I made sure the strap was tight.
Let me tell you something, there was something about seeing a man climbing on the back of a motorcycle and then holding his hand out for you to help you on.
Then… well, there was that electric spark when your palm slid into his…
Throwing my leg over the back of his bike, I settled in and placed my hands on his sides.
We sat there for a few seconds but then I heard, “This is probably the only time I'll be able to get away with this and it not be against the rules… for now.”
And then as my brain had short-circuited on the for now bit that had come from his mouth, he grabbed my hands and then pulled my body until it was flush with his and wrapped my arms around his waist.
And damn if I didn’t want to splay my hands on his stomach and feel his abs. Feel the ridges. The lines that I knew he had.
With my body against his, he started the bike, that throaty growl rumbling beneath me. There was no other feeling like it. But I knew it wasn’t just the bike I sat on that gave me this feeling.
It was the man in front of me.
For a lot of years, I have been searching for my place in life. For my meaning, the reason I was meant to be born.
And the kicker in all of this?
The man that actually gave me purpose, a meaning, one that in his presence, I felt like I was at home? The man that had achieved all of that with conversation and never letting anyone trump the time he was with me, and with those smiles of his? He was freaking taken. Fucking taken.
