Hoots and hollers break out around the bar. This time tomorrow, the whole club will know she and I are a thing.
I reach my bike and set her onto her feet.
Her cheeks are tinted slightly pink and her eyes are dancing.
“You like it when I manhandle you, don’t you?”
“I like it that you can,” she says with a grin. “It’s not like I’m short.”
“I like you exactly how are you.” I grip her ass. “I suggest you get on the bike before I decide to take you up against the wall.” The image of her with her pants around her ankles, her back arched, and her face expressing surrender has my dick growing.
She climbs onto the back of the bike.
I watch her ass flex in her jeans, feeling like a predator stalking his prey. “I got somewhere I want to take you. You good to hang a while longer?”
“I might be a teacher, but I’m not that old.” She winks.
I can feel her mood lightening. Climbing onto the back, I start up my lady, and pull out of the parking lot. I take her to a secluded area of beachfront the club owns. I park and help her down.
“I always forget we have this.”
“Yeah, most people do. That’s why I like to come here for quiet.” I wrap my arm around her waist and lead her closer to the ocean. I’d never been one for sharing my space or doing anything remotely romantic, but things are different with Blue. Maybe because I want to keep her. I sink down.
She sits on my lap, facing me.
“Want to tell me what’s going on?”
“Talked to my Dad and found out the reason Calla had a one sixty in her teens was because she found out some things about her parentage.”
“Oh, shit,” I whisper.
“Yeah,” she snorts. “It makes everything else make sense. But I sort of hate them all for knowing and never cluing me in. God, I would’ve done so many things differently.”
“Like what?” I ask, curious to see what the best and brightest of the Chaos girls would change.
“Have some fun. Be a damn kid and not worry about rocking the boat and splintering my family. I always felt like I was holding it together. That I had to make up for all the wrong she did by being as close to perfect as humanly possible It was so suffocating.”
I run my thumb over her side. “You know none of that’s true, right? It was never on you.”
“I get that now, but as a teen…” She shakes her head. “You think everything is your fault because you’re so damn self-conscious it’s like the world is watching you.”
“We’ll just have to make up for that now,” I say.
“How? It’s years of repression, angst and worry.”
“By liberating you.” I push her hips down and grind up against her. I’m hard and ready to slip inside of her wet heat. “We can try anything you want, any place.”
She grips my shoulders, and leans back, giving herself to me.
“Fuck…you got me hard as stone. Do you know how good you look when you surrender and decide to be a good girl?”
She whimpers.
I support her back, yank up her T-shirt and bra, and suck her full nipple into my mouth.
“Shadow.”