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Of course, right at that moment, someone does walk by. My brothers barely even notice me in my ol’ man’s arms as they rush past, clearly arguing about something. I have no idea what, but according to their behavior over the last few weeks, it has to do with the girl at the bakery.
They glance up, then turn in another direction, continuing their fight, but the moment has passed. Savage sets me down and kisses me one more time.
“Tonight,” he says to me. “Our room. Tonight, I will make you see stars like you’ve never been fucked before. I’ll make sure you scream so loud and long that the entire house knows exactly what’s going on in there.”
“Mm hm,” I say, unable to do more than grunt a positive response with how aroused I am. Waiting until tonight sounds like torture, but a small smile plays on Savage’s face as he runs a hand down his front to his center, pausing right over the bulge already getting hard.
Damn it. Now I’m wet and don’t have any way to deal with it before I talk to my idiot brothers about whatever has them at each other’s throats.
“It’s a date then,” Savage says, gripping the outline of his semi stiff member for a second before releasing it and pulling me to him for another kiss. I could live and die by the way he makes me feel, the way he knows exactly what to say and do to turn me from a strong, independent motorcycle club president into a whiny, gooey thing with no self-control.
Not that I mind. I love the loss of control, and there’s no one else I’ve ever met with the balls to take me and make me feel like it’s okay to let go of the reins for a while. He makes me feel safe in a way no one else has.
As he releases me from the kiss so I can go deal with Eli and Zeke, all I’ll be able to think about for the rest of the day is having him when I finally make my way to bed tonight.
CHAPTERTEN
Zeke
Ipunch the wall of my room, leaving a dent.
“Oh, fuck right off,” I hiss, cradling my aching fist. Eden is gonna kill me if she sees that I damaged the house, but I can’t figure out how to deal with the turmoil of Eli’s betrayal.
Betrayal. The word sounds like poison, like a rattler bit me and something toxic is working its way through my body and mind. That word and Eli have never fit together. He is my other half, the yin to my yang, the one who saved me from myself when I needed it.
But he’s the enemy. Now he stands in the way of something I want—no, need. I need Kira, to explore the connection I feel with her. I must find out if I can care for someone like that, because right now, I believe I can.
I run my fingers over the dent in the wall. It’s not too bad but noticeable. I’m in such deep shit, but that’s the least of the reasons why I want to get out of here. I feel like my skeleton is trying to escape my skin with how much anxious energy I have built up. There’s only one thing to do. Eli can go to hell if it pisses him off.
“Fuck it,” I say to no one as I throw open my bedroom door, then shut and lock it behind me. I don’t need anyone looking for me and noticing the dent in the wall.
No one is around as I run downstairs and out the door. Usually, the house is full of people. So many of us live and work here that you can’t go ten feet without passing someone. I wouldn’t mind today, except for one person. I don’t want to see Eli’s smug, shit-eating grin again.
I walk across the gravel to where the bikes are parked and swing my leg over mine. There is nothing like having that bike beneath me to make me feel like I’m whole. Like I’m at one with something, even if it’s just the machine beneath me. Like I can forget for one minute how it is to feel fucking everything everyone else feels all the fucking time and dealing with it because they won’t.
I have my own shit to deal with.
I rev my engine, letting the vibrations make me one with the bike, two halves of a whole. When I’m riding, it’s like I’m invincible. Nothing can separate us. We live, breathe, and move as one. The only things that matter are us and the wind.
I drive onto the road and ride into town. Heads turn as I pass, but they always do. My bike is almost as loud as Eden’s, and people tend to stare when we go by. Sometimes it bugs me, but I don’t care today. I just want to get to the bakery.
After I pull into the lot, I dismount, taking off my helmet in one smooth motion, which gets the attention of a girl walking by. She slows and gives me a flirtatious smile. I can’t enjoy the moment, can’t consider someone other than Kira, which is unprecedented for me. A few months ago, that smile would’ve had me taking that girl to the farmhouse within the hour, fucked and ready for me to move on.
Now, it isn’t a thought in my head. I walk into the bakery, ready to see a familiar face, but the person I first notice isn’t the one I am expecting.
The bell over the door tinkles as I enter, and the girl behind the counter turns to greet me. Immediately, her face falls.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Julia asks, crossing her arms.
“I could ask you the same question.” I note the apron she wears. She doesn’t have her cut on. In fact, if I didn’t know her, I would never guess she belongs to a club. She looks so… normal. “Where’s Kira?”
“None of your damn business,” she spits at me, a snide look on her face. “Order or get out.”
“Everything okay out here?” a voice says from behind the kitchen door. In seconds, Kira walks out. “Oh, hi, Zeke!” She grins at me and leans her hands on the counter, the gesture making her cleavage stand out. Without a doubt, I’ll need private time later just from that sight.
Beyond how gorgeous and sexy she is, the sight of her face eases the tension in my chest. I feel like I can breathe again. I’ve never had this feeling for someone, which is why I know Eli’s wrong. This is something real.
“Hi, Kira,” I say. “Everything going okay?” I glance at Julia. “I see you have some help here.”