Vicious Cycle
Page 28She slung her bag over her shoulder and threw her hand up at me before heading out the side door. Whether or not she realized it, she was easing into our world. She didn’t find it necessary to ask where Willow was. She knew that someone had come to escort her home. Maybe she didn’t realize whoever drove Willow was followed by two prospects for added protection. Of course, she might’ve had some questions as to why Archer slunk out of the gym after her. I knew Case wanted her watched regardless of where she was.
When Bishop came out of the ring ten minutes later, I decided it was time to head back to the compound. As I started out to my bike, Alex’s car still sat in its space. One of her jeans-clad legs hung out of the door. The hood was up, and Archer was bent over it, assessing the damage. At the screeching sound of the car refusing to start, I knew a shot alternator was the reason she was still there. When I walked up to the car, she banged her fists on the steering wheel. “Dammit!” she cried.
“Easy, now.”
Her gaze snapped up to mine. “This is the second time this week my car won’t start. The mechanic who worked on it swore to me it was fixed.” Under her breath, she mumbled, “Asshole.”
“Come on,” I said, urging her with my hand.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, come on. You’re not going to solve anything by sitting there and pitching a fit.”
“I was not pitching a fit,” she growled.
“Easy, White-Bread. I’m not the enemy here—got it?”
She exhaled a frustrated breath. “Fine. I’m sorry.”
“Look, I’ll get one of the club’s mechanics to come over and fix your car. Archer can wait here with it and make sure nothing happens to it. In the meantime, you can ride home with me so you can still teach Willow.”
I laughed at the potential double meaning of her words. “He’ll do a good job, or he’ll answer to me.”
“And that’s sufficient motivation?” she asked curiously.
Cocking my brows at her, I asked, “What do you think?”
Instead of replying, she exhaled a long breath. “Fine,” she muttered before she grabbed her purse. “Feel free to take the cost out of my pay.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary.” When she started to protest, I held up my hand. “What you do is worth far more than we pay you.”
Ducking her head, she nibbled on her lip. “Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”
“You’re welcome.” Dammit. If fired-up, angry Alex didn’t turn me on, then shy, appreciative Alex made my dick twitch.
When I got to my bike, I picked up my helmet to give to her. “Since I don’t have an old lady, my bike isn’t outfitted with a bitch seat. You’ll just have to sit really close to me.” Instead of taking the helmet, Alex remained frozen, staring at the bike.
“What’s wrong?”
She shook her head furiously back and forth. “I’m not getting on that motorcycle.”
“Because I just can’t.”
“You don’t strike me as the chickenshit type.”
Her dark eyes flashed venom at me. “I’m not … chickenshit. I’m just practical. Motorcycles are very dangerous.”
“What happened to you wanting to ride one?”
“That was about me finding a way to change the subject before so you and Rev wouldn’t upset Willow any further by brawling at the table.”
“We weren’t brawling,” I countered. Once again, I shoved the helmet at her. “Look, White-Bread, I ain’t got the time or the energy for your particular line of bullshit. It’s really pretty simple. You ride home with me and teach Willow, or you sit here in the hot-as-fuck parking lot, waiting on our mechanic, who may or may not be able to fix your car right now.”
Tentatively, her hand reached out for the helmet. It didn’t escape my notice that she was trembling. “You were right.”
“About what?”
“I am chickenshit.”
I laughed at her acknowledgment. “There’s nothing to be scared of, babe. You just hold on tight to me, and I’ll do the rest. Okay?” She took a step closer to the bike. Drawing in a deep breath, she slid the helmet on. As she threw a leg over the seat, I gave her my best genuine smile, to which Alexandra gave me a goofy two thumbs-up.
Glancing over my shoulder, I shouted over the roar of the pipes. “Ya know, I would never let anything bad happen to you on my watch.”
“I wish that made me feel better,” she murmured.
“Trust me, Alex.”
Her fearful eyes met mine. She gave a slight jerk of her head. “Okay. I trust you.”
I knew it took a lot for her to say that, and it caused a weird tightening in my chest. Without another word to her, I turned back around and started easing out of the parking lot. The moment we got out onto the road, Alex molded herself against me again. I hadn’t had a woman on the back of my bike since Lacey. My brothers might have a new piece of ass on their bike every week, but to me it meant too much to give a ride to just any girl. And even being as close physically as I had been with Cheyenne, I never had her ride with me. Now, just because of one fucked-up alternator, I’d broken my rule.
As we sped along the streets toward home with Crazy Ace, another one of our prospects, on my tail, I couldn’t help enjoying the feel of Alex’s arms around me, her fingers splayed into my chest. My mind immediately flashed to pulling her around to straddle me, arching my hips against her jeans-clad pussy. I couldn’t help groaning both at the image and at my out-of-control thoughts. The last thing I needed was Alexandra to feel me hard. She would probably freak out and fall off the bike, trying to get away from my perverted ass.
Finally, we reached the compound. I eased my bike into a spot and killed the engine. Glancing behind me, I asked, “You okay?”
Surprisingly, she grinned at me. “Yeah, I am. Once we got started, it wasn’t so bad.”