Page 112 of Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)
“I have a three-year-old son. His name is Carter,” she told me and we held each other’s gazes. I could sense that she wanted to see my reaction. She was testing me to see how I would take the news.
“Is he a handful?” I asked her and a look of surprise entered her eyes. Maybe she was expecting me to react differently. Maybe she thought that I wouldn’t be interested in her when I found out that she was a mother. How did she not see that I didn’t fucking care?
“He’s a good kid and he gives me no trouble. I love him to death,” Kylie said and took a sip of her drink delicately.
“I’m sure you’re a wonderful mother,” I told her, surprising myself with the conversation we were having. I had never expected myself to say things like this to anyone.
“Do you have kids of your own?” she asked then, snapping me out of my thoughts and I stared at her some more. The curves of her cheeks, the dip between the base of her throat, the slenderness of her shoulders. Kylie looked fragile, tender…like something I didn’t want to touch because I was afraid of breaking. How could a sweet little thing like her be so irresistible at the same time?
“No, but I like kids. They don’t judge you for the wrong things,” I said and she seemed pleased with my response.
“Do you feel you’re judged a lot?” she asked then and I sat back in my chair with a sigh.
“I’m sure you’ll not be surprised that folks like me get judged for the clothes we wear. I have tattoos, I like my drink, I ride a Harley. So yeah,” I said to her and Kylie looked away from me, like she was trying to think of something else. I could see that she had already judged me for those things. But she was here, wasn’t she? I couldn’t complain.
“What do you do, Hunter?” she asked me and I shrugged my shoulders.
“This and that. I don’t have much of a career, if that’s what you’re asking,” I said and Kylie nodded her head and then smiled.
“So, you weren’t in the military like Marco?”
“No, we were buddies in high school,” I replied and Kylie laughed. One of those laughs that genuinely warmed my heart.
“I can’t imagine you as a teenager. I can’t imagine you as anything other than this man sitting in front of me,” she said and I smiled too. It was the same for me. I couldn’t imagine Kylie as anyone other than this gorgeous goddess sitting across from me either.
“Trust me, I went to school too. I sat at the back and threw paper balls at girls’ heads and struggled with my homework. School wasn’t really for me, but I went because my mother told me to,” I continued and she had a happy glow on her face. Kylie planted her chin on the palm of her hand as she listened to me talk.
“Were you a mommy’s boy?” she asked, the smile still on her face. I tried mentally counting the freckles on her cheeks and gave up eventually, there were too many of them.
“No, I was just obedient as a kid. Till I grew up and realized that I liked breaking rules,” I said to her with a smile.
“So, you’re a rebel,” she remarked.
“I live on the edge”
“You’re going to give yourself a paper cut. Make sure the edges aren’t too sharp,” she said and we both broke into laughter. We watched each other happily as we laughed, and I couldn’t recall having a conversation like this with a woman before.
She drank some more of her gin and I drank my beer. I didn’t do dates. I was used to just taking what I wanted. But this was actually nice. I was enjoying myself sitting there and talking to her. It was comfortable. As much as I wanted to kiss her as well, I was content watching her smile and laugh too.
“What about Carter’s dad? Is he in the picture?” I asked her, when our laughter died. Kylie scrunched up her nose and looked away from me. I got the feeling that it was a sore subject which I shouldn’t have broached.
“No, he’s not. He hasn’t been since Carter was born and I’d like it to stay that way. Anyway, moving on…so you won’t tell me what you do for a living, at least give me some scoop on Marco,” Kylie was leaning over the table now and I leaned towards her too.
“Okay, Marco sleeps with a nose pincher at night because his snoring sometimes rattles stuff off the shelves in his room,” I said and Kylie burst out laughing again. I laughed with her. I knew Marco would slaughter me if he found out that I had told Kylie this, but I got the feeling that she could keep a secret.
“Now give me a scoop on Carter, for when I meet him,” I said and instantly realized what I had just said. Basically, I had implied that I wanted to meet her son. That this date would lead somewhere. I clenched my jaw as I watched her watching me. A sudden silence had descended on us, and I could see that she was thinking. She was trying to come to a decision on whether I was good enough to meet her son.
“Carter likes to eat toast with ketchup and a sprinkling of sugar,” she finally said, a smile spreading on her face again.
“Oh, my God! That is disgusting!” I said and stuck my tongue out, clutching my belly exaggeratedly with my hands. Kylie was laughing again, and it made me happy to see her laughing.
“It really is!” she exclaimed and I laughed with her. When our laughter died, we fell into silence again. We had broken a barrier now. She had essentially told me that she didn’t mind seeing me again. And my cock had taken that as a response to the affirmative.
I watched her now as she looked up at me from under her heavy lids.
“Why did you invite me here, Hunter? I thought what happened this evening was a spur of the moment, crazy whim,” Kylie said and I took in a deep breath.
“Yes, it was, but that doesn’t mean it can’t happen again. And I wanted us to get to know each other before it did. If it happened again,” I said and Kylie licked her lips seductively, before taking another sip of her drink. Her cheeks were flushed, but she didn’t look distressed. I didn’t want her to be distressed.
“I didn’t think you were the kind of guy who would want to get to know a girl before he slept with her,” she said, keeping her eyes embarrassedly faced to the table. Slept with her, she used words I had never used in my life. Banged her, fucked her, drilled her…those were the terms me and my friends would have used to describe it. What was I doing? Kylie Aston didn’t belong in my world. I didn’t know how to treat a woman like her. I was afraid that I would hurt her.
“I wanted to get to know you,” I said and she finally looked up at me again. When our eyes met, I could see what she was asking. Something she couldn’t find the words for. I grabbed my bottle of beer and chugged the rest of it down my throat. Then I banged it down on the table and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
I wanted this woman. I could feel it in my brain, just as much as I could feel it in my cock. What was the point in dancing around it? What was the point in going on a date? Now she knew what I wanted.
I stood up from my chair and she followed me with her eyes. I stretched out my hand to her, holding my palm open for her to take.
“How do you feel about riding a bike?” I asked her, as she stared at my hand and then at my face. Then she bit down on her lip and smiled, her eyes flushed with excitement.
“I’ve never ridden on one before,” she said and when I least expected it, she reached for my hand and stood up.
“You’re coming home with me tonight,” I told her and gripped her hand and pulled her to myself. She landed on my chest with a thud, our faces just inches apart and she had that same dazed expression on her face again.
“Will your son be okay?” I asked in a deep voice, my breath blowing her curls off her face as I spoke. Kylie nodded her head, staring into my eyes now and then I led her out of the bar.
The night was cool and it was dark by now, as I helped her up on my Harley. When I sat down in front of her, I made sure her arms were wound tightly around my waist. I gave my helmet to her to wear for the ride and through it, I could see her smiling.
When we took off, she squealed joyously and I didn’t have to turn to look at her to know that she was
enjoying herself.
***
We were kissing before I had even opened the door. I had Kylie pinned to the door of my apartment, her leg was folded up and I was running my hand up and down the length of her thighs. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest and I could feel her breathing. Her lips tasted as fruity as before and I explored her mouth wildly with my tongue.
She had already started to unbuckle my belt as I reached for the key in my pockets. By the time I got the door open, we pushed ourselves in and fell down on the floor together. Kylie giggled and I banged the door shut with my feet.
My hands were all over her body, tugging at her dress, feeling her soft skin underneath. I was trailing a long wet line from her chin, down her neck, her cleavage and then with my teeth I tugged at the neck of her dress.
