Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,138

to there being anything particular between us. Guess I’m on my own with this one.

Pip grins, he’s, of course, noticed the position he’s put me in. “You know bikes? You’ve got a head on your shoulders? I reckon Piston’s right, you’d do it well for us. In my view, you’re right for this chapter, and I suspect it would be a good move for you.”

“You’re asking me to make the decision now?” I don’t relish being put on the spot, but it’s warming to know he, at least, wants me. I frown. “I’ll need to make things square with Drummer, and it’s still up in the air as to how I do that.”

Pip stares and actually grimaces, knowing that were I to accept, I’ll need to lie and continue the cover-up. He gives me a chin lift acknowledging the uncomfortable spot that I’m in. “No reason we can’t take a hypothetical vote, just so Road knows what lies ahead. Saying he transfers, who’d vote on offering him the position of road captain?”

“About fuckin’ time we had someone to focus on us riding safe,” Preacher observes. “No disrespect, Piston, but you get easily distracted now you’ve discovered your IT skills.”

“No objection here.” Honor’s head jerk toward Duty makes it look like he speaks for both of them.

“Er, I can’t object.” Bolt’s face has gone red.

Others just raise their hands and say, “Aye.”

“Stormy?” Pip asks, when he’s the only person who’s not endorsed me.

“I keep my own fuckin’ bike in order,” he growls. “But if the rest of you assholes need instruction, Road would do just as well as anyone. ‘Bout all he knows anyway.”

Well, damned with faint praise from that corner, I half smile, now not expecting anything else.

“Right.” Pip bangs the gavel. “Position’s yours if you want it, Road.”

And I think my decision has been made. Perhaps if anyone had spoken against me, I’d think twice about it, but I do get a warm glow inside that they all seem to want me. I give a chin lift to Pip. “I’ll work out something with Drummer.”

My statement hangs in the air, the question still remaining, how the fuck do I do that?

33

Swift…

I hadn’t been sure how Road would treat me this morning, whether he could actually be circumspect, or whether he wouldn’t be able to suppress his possessive nature.

It had only been after he’d snuck back to his room that I began to have regrets. Not that I’d fucked him—how could I resent a man who’d given me the best orgasms of my life? No, it was the thought that I’d broken my rules and gone with a potential team member.

Should I hope that he’d go back to Tucson as he’d originally planned? But that would mean little time for repeats, and heaven help me, I want at least one. If only to show me the first time had been an exception, both of us fuelled by the remnants of the adrenaline from our escape. Maybe next time I’d find sex with him boring, though I suspect that thought is more aspiring than realistic. There’s no doubting Road and I had clicked and had shown in bed we were more than compatible.

What I’m afraid of is that we won’t be such a good match when we’re out of it. Now we’ve fucked, would he treat me differently? If we’d done the deed before yesterday, would he have been so inclined to follow my lead, or tried to push me behind him?

I’d gone through my morning rituals far quicker than he had and reached the cafeteria before him. I was immediately surrounded by brothers who, not surprisingly, wanted to ask me questions, me making them laugh by my worry that I wouldn’t be able to P anymore, referencing how I use a keyboard.

Really, I’m beyond angry something so simple, yet still life-changing, had been taken from me, but then, I’m alive to live another day so any complaining isn’t really worth it. I’d tried to make light of it.

For me, at least, the air had become charged when Road had entered the room. I must already be attuned to him as I sensed his presence before I saw him. I carried on talking while crossing my fingers on my unbandaged hand, hoping that he wasn’t going to come over. Various scenarios flicked through my mind—Road coming over and hugging me, marking me as his territory, Road unable to resist joining the group that had congregated around me, and giving himself away