bike as I jostle into position behind him. My arms wrap around his toned waist, and I hold on probably tighter than I should, but I haven’t had the opportunity to hold Void, as in really hold him, so I’m going to enjoy it while I can.
“Hold on the whole time, Ivy. Move with me. No jerky movements or letting go. Got it?”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur, a sudden flush crossing my cheeks for no apparent reason.
“You’re not scared, are you?” he asks, turning back to me.
Being wrapped around him, my front pressed to his back, the power of his machine beneath me, and the excitement of what’s to come is all a little, well, arousing for me. My clit seems to be throbbing in my panties as images of Void taking my virginity on this bike race through my mind. “No… not scared.”
Void grins. “Good. I didn’t think you, little miss tenacity, would be scared of a bike.” He faces the front, turning the engine over, the motor roaring to life, sending the vibration all the way through to my bones. The energy seeps into my very soul as I clench my eyes tight, taking in the endorphins that seem to be racing through me.
“Holy hell,” I whisper, more about the fact my arousal is now in overdrive than anything else.
“I knew you’d love this, Ivy,” Void calls out over the dulcet purring of the engine droning through the midday air.
Void reverses the bike, then slowly rides toward the gate where West’s manning it. He pulls the gate open for us, we ride through making our way past the wrought iron fence, then Void hammers down, unleashing the bike’s full potential.
We speed off down the road at terminal velocity, which forces a loud squeal to escape me. I grip onto Void tighter and can feel his torso moving up and down with his laughter.
My hair whips behind me in the breeze as calm rolls through me. My eyes water a little from the windburn, but they soon adjust, then I take the time to admire the beauty that is Tampa. With my need to be secluded from the world by hiding out in the Brick Cell, I’d forgotten what it was like to be out in the sun, and to take in the fact there’s a huge, wild world out here I was hiding away from. I’d gotten so caught up in the fact I didn’t want the life I had in Cuba, that I’d made my life here all about being secluded and sheltering myself away.
From the outside world.
From the other members of the club.
Sure, I have my sister, Dash, and Void, but I hardly talk to anyone else. I mean, I do, but only when absolutely necessary. I hardly ever come upstairs from the bunker. I found my home down there, but only because I was trying not to be the person I once was. In trying to find someone new within myself, I’ve created a person I’m not sure is completely healthy.
I need to get out more.
Talk to people.
Create a life that’s not all gloom and doom.
Sure, I’m probably going to stay in my little bunker since I feel safe down there, but I do need to get to know the other members of the club, and I have to be more involved. If I’m going to be a Royal Bastard, I need to embrace the lifestyle, embrace the family, and it’s taken being on the back of Void’s bike to show me that fact.
I can’t help but snuggle into Void’s back, needing to be closer to him. He’s opening my eyes to so much today. Sure, if he wasn’t being an asshole to begin with, I wouldn’t even be here right now, but I’m finding it very hard not to wipe that slate clean with all the endorphins coursing through my veins.
We ride, I’m not even sure how long for. It feels like an eternity and a minute at the same time. I take in the splendor all around me, enjoying everything Tampa has on offer, loving every second of being out in the world. However, the minute Void pulls over onto the side of the road, a sense of anguish washes over me—I never wanted the ride to end.
He shuts off the engine, turning to face me. I’m sure I am practically glowing. “Time to hop off, sweet thing. We’re here!”
Void slides off his bike, moving in to undo my helmet, then gestures behind him. I