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I ponder that as I slide it on her head and make sure it’s secure. I tell her about her duty as my rider—where to put her feet, how to hold onto me, and to lean into the curves along with me. The moment I’m settled on my bike, Rebel is climbing into place behind me. When she snuggles against my back, I know I was right.
She’s meant to be right where she is right now.
The guilt still doesn’t hit me as I take Rebel for the first of many rides on the back of my bike.
Yeah, this woman is mine and I’m never letting her go.
CHAPTER 4
REBEL
My nerves have me rethinking my whole plan. I’m not generally a nervous person and I don’t care for this feeling at all. I’m used to making up my mind and then following through. But Monk, I mean Tyler, has me feeling all types of things I’m not used to.
Meeting him was like being on a rollercoaster. The anticipation of opening the door and seeing him for the first time. It just kept going up and up and up the longer I stood in front of him. There was something about his energy which is both dangerous and calming. He’s a huge man, who could intimidate easily, and I was a little bit, but I could feel something softer inside him as well.
The drop off when realizing there was something about the man in front of me drawing me in without my consent and without the need for it. I was going to ride the ride, whether I was ready for it or not.
The flipping feeling his deep rumbled words caused in my belly. The feeling was magnified by the way his steely eyes intensely watched me. I could read so much in his gaze, including how hungry he was for me. He looked halfway starved and completely feral.
The exhilaration of riding on the back of his bike. Now that was a treat.
Going for a ride was the last thing I expected to happen when I opened the door. I sure as hell wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass me by though. I hadn’t worked up the courage to ask Rites or Crucify to take me for a ride when they stopped by to pick up an order before. I’m not sure what stopped me since, normally, not a lot prevents me from asking for what I want.
Still, something about asking them to take me out on their bikes felt wrong. I bit my tongue even though a part of me longed to feel the wind on my face and the sun on my back.
I’m glad I waited until I could be on the back of Tyler’s bike. The moment I wrapped myself around him, it was like everything in my life clicked into place. I could have kicked myself. I just finished convincing myself I was totally fine alone, and the bad boy with a heart a gold wasn’t really a thing that existed in the real world.
Wouldn’t you know a mountain of a man wearing a leather cut with his eyes filled with sadness and pain would knock on my door right after that? Everything about Monk screams intimidation with edges so sharp they could easily slice through you. But something about Tyler is begging to be taken care of, to be given a soft, safe, place to land. I want to be that place for him.
I’m completely aware it doesn’t make any damn sense. I also don’t need it to. I don’t care if it does.
I know there’s something between us.
I’m just not sure how I would fit into the whole biker lifestyle. I’ve heard the talk around town about the DSMC. While they’re not completely lawful, they do a hell of a lot of good. I’ve also heard they’re not ones to shy away from a sexual encounter.
I’m not judging them and I’m all about that mentality applying to women the same way it does to men. I’m just not one to share the man I’m with. Cheating is in the ‘no fucking way’ zone and is non-negotiable.
I’m not about to let myself dive in headfirst like my heart is screaming for me to do if that stupid fucking organ is going to just be shattered by a man who doesn’t understand commitment.
Is Monk the worst offender when it comes to having different women in his bed and his road name is an oxymoron? They could have gone with ‘Shrimp’ then because the man is jumbo as fuck. All of him.
And believe me, I was looking. I checked it all out. From head to toe. And then I was wrapped around his hard, musclebound torso while I was given the most exhilarating ride of my life.
Honestly, I can’t wait to have another chance to ride on Tyler’s bike with him.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. I hated it when he dropped me off and we parted ways. It was clear he was torn about leaving as well.
We ended up chatting for a few minutes on my porch. That’s when he got my number and made sure to text me goodnight last night. It’s also when I found out what he does for work beyond being an enforcer for the club.
Which is why I’m now about to walk into Sinned in Ink, Tyler’s tattoo shop, with lunch. I have enough food for the both of us, but I’m absolutely prepared to leave it for him to have if he’s busy. I’ll be a little disappointed if he can’t eat with me, but it’s not like I called ahead.
Oh shit. Should I have called?
I only met the man yesterday. Am I going to come off as desperate?
I woke up to a text telling me good morning today. That’s a good sign, right? He’s already putting in effort. At least more than any men I’ve been with in the past.
I just don’t even know anymore. I do know I like Tyler. A lot. There’s a connection between us and I want a chance to explore it. I also don’t want to waste my time and draw this whole thing out if it’s all in my head.
