Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,150
seems he knows what I mean. “Which means I need to—”
“You stay here.”
“Road, I’m going to get a mess all over the bed.”
“Hold your legs up in the air or something.” He laughs, pulling out and cupping his hand to my pussy as though trying to keep the cum in there as I roll onto my back.
I’m laughing as he leaves the bed, goes to the bathroom them comes back with a washcloth. I’m exhausted, so allow him to clean me up.
“I think I need a shower else I’ll leak all over the bed.”
“Romantic, aren’t you?” But he holds out his hand in invitation. I take it, using it to help me pull myself up straight.
“My legs are still shaking,” I admit, following him into the bathroom.
It’s a squeeze in my small shower, but we make it work. He washes my short bob, I shampoo his long locks. Then, when we’ve dried off, I use the blow dryer I normally ignore for myself and comb the tangles out of his hair.
“And this,” I tell him, when he winces as I pull at a knot, “is why I keep my hair short.”
“Preference or habit? Because you were in the military?”
“Preference. I could never be bothered with all the grooming.”
“Do you mind mine?”
“Your hair? You’re joking right? I love it.”
There isn’t a lot about Road I dislike. In fact, I can think of nothing at all, I muse, as we get into bed, him pulling my back against his front as though we’ve been doing it for years.
“Tomorrow—” I start.
“Can look after itself. Swift, whatever happens, I’ll be there for you, okay?”
“Do you think you’ll still be a member?”
“It partly depends on how badly I’ve fucked things up with Drummer. And it depends on you.”
“On me?”
“Yeah.” He pauses as though to gather his thoughts. “It was odd coming to this chapter and seeing a woman sitting at the table. At first, I thought you were some sort of PA or something like that. Didn’t dream you were a member. Then I saw you take down Stormy and then was partnered with you. And fuck it, Swift, if anyone deserves their place around that table, that’s you. Doesn’t matter what sexual organs you have, you’re an equal to any of us. Superior to me, that’s for sure.”
“No, I’m—”
“Let me finish? I’ve got this speech composed.” When I shut my mouth with a smirk he can’t see, he picks up where he left off. “If the decision is that you have to leave this club without acknowledging how you proved yourself, then I don’t want to be part of the Satan’s Devils anymore. If the choice is down to me, I’ll leave too.”
“I couldn’t ask you to turn in your patch.”
“You wouldn’t be asking. It’s something I’d do.”
I digest that for a moment, part of me elated that he’d stay. “What about Pip?”
“Pip?” Road hugs me closer as though I’m his own personal teddy bear. Strangely, I like that he does. “Pip,” he murmurs again, “I’m not sure. I haven’t been here long enough to get the measure of him as prez. But he can’t fuckin’ ride, Swift. That’s a deal breaker for sure.”
What Road has said is completely true. But I owe being in this club to Pip. If he was kicked out, would I want to stay?
I reach up and take my hearing aids out, preparing to go silent for the night. I’ve a lot of thinking to do. Tonight I take them out without trepidation, knowing Road’s in my bed and he’s not going anywhere.
Maybe I’ll keep him forever.
While a week ago I’d have said I never wanted a man in my life, that I was a loner, much the same way as Stormy, already I see a future with Road at my side, and one on my own without him is no longer attractive.
36
Road…
Being so tied up in trying to persuade Swift to let me spend the night, I forgot to grab the saddlebags out of my room. That’s how this morning I end up doing the walk of shame again, wearing last night’s clothes, and knocking at my own door, without using the key card.
It’s opened by Wraith.
“What do you want?” His face is tight as though he expects me to plead my case.
“My clothes.” I back up my words by pointing to my things.
The Tucson VP leans back against the dresser as I go to pick them up. “Should have fuckin’ warned us, Brother.”