“Yeah. I guess I have. Oh, one more thing. You ever take off with Whitley again and smoke weed without me I’m gonna tie your ass to the bed and have a little more fun with that monthly box subscription than you might like,” I warn her.
Her face turns red as I hold the helmet out for her to take.
“I’m cancelling that.” “Like fuck you are.”
“Viking,” she whines.
No way in hell is she cancelling that shit.
“You cancel it and I’ll drag your ass to the adult store and we’ll buy them there. In fact I think that ass plug is gonna come in real handy tonight.”
I wink at her. Carnie’s cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink which causes my cock to harden. I adjust it and wait for her to climb on the back of my bike. Once she throws her leg over I reach back and slide her forward.
“You better hold on. I’m about to give you one hell of a ride,” I warn her.
Her hands tighten around my waist and her nails dig into my skin. I fucking love feeling her behind me. Hell anywhere near me is pure fucking bliss.
I rev my bike up and pull out not bothering to look over to see what Mason is doing. He’s on his own with that group.
I head in the opposite direction of the clubhouse and sigh. This is a huge step for me. I’ve never brought anyone to my house before. No brothers, club whores, and damn sure not someone that I plan on keeping around. Everything begins to settle inside of me as I let that play out in my mind. Taking Carnie to my house is a huge step, but it’s also a huge risk to my sanity. It’s a huge part of keeping my past exactly where I want to keep it.
Chapter 18
CARNIE
I don’t know why I thought that Viking didn’t have anywhere to live outside of the clubhouse. The rest of the guys do. He pulls onto a small dirt road and I can see the house up ahead. It doesn’t look like something a man like Viking would live in. It almost looks like an old farm house.
Viking kills the engine before he climbs off. He offers me his hand which I take and climb off behind him. He takes his helmet off then reaches for mine. He sets them on the seat.
“This is it,” he says quietly.
I look up and see the mask of emotions that cross his face. It makes me wonder about everything I’m seeing, but even more so it makes my heart skip.
“You didn’t have to bring me here,” I tell him softly.
“There a lot of my past that I don’t tell anyone about. Some things are just better left unsaid. No one has ever been here Carnie. I don’t give this part of me to anyone.”
His words make my heart soar, but at the same time it hurts
to hear him say that. I don’t want him making himself feel bad for having me here.
“Let’s just go back to the clubhouse,” I tell him as I tug on his hand trying to get him to move back to his bike.
Viking shakes his head and pulls back moving us toward the door. We walk up the steps in silence. I hear something growling.
“What the hell is that?” I ask panicked.
Viking chuckles, “It’s just Ruby. She won’t hurt you.”
I watch as he sticks his key in the lock and opens the door. A giant dog comes bounding out and crashes into our legs. Viking helps to hold me steady.
“Ruby go do your business,” he yells at the dog.
She takes that as her cue. I watch her run into the yard and go handle her bathroom issues when I feel Viking pull on my arm.
“Come on.”
I hesitantly follow him inside and try to take in everything as I go. The house looks like it belongs to an older couple rather than a ruthless biker. Viking keeps walking us through the living room and into the kitchen before he lets my arm go.
“Are you hungry?” he asks as he glances over his shoulder at me.
“No. I’m fine.”
I’m tense. I don’t know what all of this means or what any of it’s about. I’m on edge and just being here is making it worse. Viking places his hands on the edge of the sink, leans forward, and hangs his head between