by K E Osborn
I turn to look at Ruby and smile. “Umm… I could go something hot?”
Torque chuckles leading us over toward the pool table.
“Coffee?” Ruby asks.
“Sure, that would be great. Thank you!”
She nods and waves her hand through the air. “Oh, stop, it’s my pleasure. Torque you want one, too?”
He purses his lips and shrugs. “Might have a beer.”
“Sure thing, hon, coming right up.” She rushes off, and I smile as I raise my brow at him.
“She’s nice.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, she’s cool…” He completely changes the subject. “So, this is my digs. It’s late. Everyone’s probably headed off for a nap, but there’s still some stragglers around. Wanna meet some people?”
Raising my brow, I grimace excitedly. “Okay, yeah, sure.”
He grins grabbing my hand and walks with me over to a bunch of three men. Two of them have women on their laps, but I’ll make sure not to say anything about that. The other is slightly older than them, and he’s the one who’s grinning at me the most. I’m not sure if I find it calming or just plain creepy.
Torque pulls me to his side, and I cuddle with him as they all look to us. “Brothers, I want you to meet, Heeley.” They all nod as he continues pointing from left to right. “Heeley… this is Sensei, Surge, and Ace.”
I wave my hand taking them all in with a broad smile. It’s incredible the variety of people you get in a club. It’s almost like some sort of joke.
An Asian, an old guy, and a surfer looking guy with a man bun walk into a biker club… I smirk at myself as I look at them. They couldn’t be more different if they tried. But I like that the club has diversity. It just goes to show how tolerant Torque’s brothers are.
“Hi, guys, nice to meet you.”
Surge is the one to make the first move. “I’ve been waiting a long time for Torque to bring a girl home.” All the guys laugh. “So trust me when I say, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Heeley.”
Glancing to Torque, I see him trying to contain his smile, but failing. Surge meeting me, obviously means a lot to him.
Apparently, I need to make a good impression on Surge—noted.
“It’s so nice to meet you, too,” I reply as he places his hand out for me to shake. So I do. His hold is firm, and his calloused hands make me smile as he grips with a friendly warmth. “I’m guessing you’ve known Torque for a long time?”
He smiles letting go of my hand and nods. “Oh, yes, he’s like a son to me.”
I glance to Torque and smile as a look of comfort washes over his features. I smirk and turn back to Surge. “Well then, you’d have a lot of embarrassing stories to tell me about him?”
Everyone bursts out laughing as Torque groans and wraps his arm around me as he shakes his head. “No, that’s not happening—”
“Oh, I think I could rustle up a few tales from back in the day—”
“Yes, I love this idea, Surge,” I blurt out.
Torque pulls me tighter to his side in a gentle warning as I giggle to myself, and Surge winks at me.
“Don’t worry, Heeley, I’ll find some time when Torque isn’t around to fill you in on all the gory details.”
“This is not going to happen.”
I raise my brow to Torque. “Oh, it’s happening!”
Surge chuckles. “Well, I’m glad you brought her here, son. She’s certainly going to fit in around here.”
Torque smiles so wide he looks like he’s going to burst. He almost looks speechless, so I blurt out the only thing I can think of to break the pause in conversation. “Well, I’m glad I could finally make it here. I’ve been begging Torque to bring me. But he was all… no, those brothers of mine will take you away from me. Blah, blah, blah. Bang his chest. Bullshit, bullshit. And I was like seriously, man, just take me there so I can party with these awesome guys.”
Torque smirks and lets out a chuckle as the other guys all smile. “I don’t think that’s how it went down, but I’ll let you have that this time.”
“You know I’m always going to win when it comes to us, Torque,” I tease, and Ace bursts out laughing.
“She has you by the balls already. I like you, Heeley,” Ace chimes.
“Shit, man, don’t make her head any bigger,” Torque defends making me laugh.
I notice Surge sitting back watching us with a genuine smile.
“I think you will fit in fine, Heeley. Torque needs a woman who can… keep him in line.” Sensei grins wide, and Torque scoffs shaking his head.
“Hey, you’re supposed to be my best friend, my brother in arms, what’s this siding with the enemy bullshit, Sensei?” Torque asks, his arm possessively wrapping around my shoulders and pulling me to him.
“I believe you might have your match met with this one, Torque… that is all I am saying.”
I chuckle. “I’m right here, guys. And yes… he does have his game, set, and match right here with me. ‘Cause I will beat his ass any day.”
Torque and the guys all laugh as I open my eyes wide at how that sounded.
“I actually think he’d like an ass beating, though. He’s into that kind of thing… so I’m told,” Surge mocks.
Torque flips him the bird.
I like these guys instantly. The comradery they have with each other is pretty impressive. They’re like brothers all banded together to form a considerably large family.
“Don’t listen to them, foxy. They’re all a bunch of assholes.” Torque chuckles, and the three of them smile wide.
“But in all seriousness, it's terrific to see Torque bringing in a nice lady. I’m thrilled to meet you, Heeley. I hope to be seeing a lot more of you from now on,” Surge states honestly. I smile liking him more and more. He feels like a father figure, and I think that’s what he’d be to Torque. I’m not sure about what type of relationship they have quite yet, but I can sense they’re close. I look forward to hearing all about it when he’s ready.
“In all honesty, I’m honored to be here. I feel like this is a privilege not too many people get. So thank you all for letting me into your home.”
“Shit, can I Old Lady her?” Ace blurts out with a cocky grin, and Torque groans.
“No, you cannot. And for that statement alone, I’m taking her away from your needy ass to my room,” Torque replies while placing his hand on my lower back to direct me to walk away.
“From one needy ass to another, hey, Heeley?” Ace calls out, and I giggle.
“You don’t know the half of it. God this guy… he’s so attention seeking,” I call back.
Torque groans while shaking his head as he bends down in front of me. “Right, that’s enough of this garbage.” He groans grabbing me by my waist and hoists me over his shoulder. I squeal as my face lands right in front of his ass, and his brothers chuckle as he slaps my ass hard making me jolt on top of him as he carries me off down the hall.
“Goodnight guys, nice to meet you,” I call out lifting my head to look at them as I’m carried away, and I give them a wave while they all laugh. I notice Ruby walking over with my coffee and Torque’s beer, and I wince and mouth “sorry,” but she simply smiles as Torque leads me into his room and shuts the door behind him. He takes a few steps and then lets me down, sliding me down his body. I giggle as he drops my feet to the floor and takes a few steps back.
Then it hits me.
I’m in his room.
Gnawing on my bottom lip, I take a look around. It’s nice. There’s a giant bed with some dark wood side tables. A vintage style dark wood desk sits at the back next to an opening which looks like it walks into a bathroom, but I can’t quite tell from here. There’s no artwork on the walls, but there are pictures of his family. And I smile liking the fact he has photos of his relatives on his walls rather than naked girls or motorbikes which I was fully expecting.
He steps up to me wrapping his arms around my waist and pulls me to him. “There’s a lot going on in that h
ead of yours.”
I smile and look at him. “I’m just surprised, is all.”
His smile falters, and he lets out a small breath. “Not what you were expecting?”
I chuckle. “Not at all… much, much, better.”
His grin reappears, and he leans in planting a chaste kiss on my lips as he sways me from side to side playfully.
I’ve had such a good night with Torque. I never thought the man I met in the store that night could be the same man who’s holding me tight right now.
“I’ll have to get up early so you can take me home. I’ll need to get ready for class,” I murmur.
He nods and weakly smiles. “Then, I think it’s best we hit the hay. Don’t want you falling asleep in your lecture.”
I chuckle. “Ahh… that would be a no. Those professors are tough.”
He looks me up and down and grins. “Guessing you want something to wear?”
I smile. “Yes, please.”
He plants a quick kiss on my forehead, lets me go, and saunters over to his wardrobe. He looks through for a moment then pulls out a large gray shirt. He sniffs it which makes me laugh as he brings it over and hands it to me.
I walk toward the bathroom to get changed. “Thank you,” I call out as I step away.
“No problem, meet you in bed,” he replies.
As I walk into the bathroom, I smile. The area’s mainly white with black accents. It has all the essentials—shower, toilet, and basin. But the mirror takes up the whole wall above the sink, and I wonder why a man would need such a large vanity mirror. I smile to myself as I get changed. It’s all very manly in here with his shaving paraphernalia and such scattered around. Which is weird, seeing as he has a well-maintained beard most of the time. Honestly, it could do with a woman’s touch. I shake my head at even thinking that thought. I use the toilet, wash my hands, and make my way back into the bedroom to see him already in bed.
Inside I whimper slightly, shattered that I don’t get to see him in just his underwear. Because that’s what most men usually wear to bed.
Unless he’s naked?
I tense up slightly wondering if he is, in fact, naked.
He lets out a laugh and pulls the covers back beside him, but it doesn’t show his body. “You should see your face, foxy. What’s going on in that head of yours, this time?”
“Just wondering if I’m going to be getting into bed next to a naked man or not?”
He snorts, pulling the covers back. I tense up wondering if I’m about to get my own personal show of what I felt in the theater but am quickly disappointed when I see he’s wearing briefs. He laughs and raises his brow. “I can sleep naked if you’d prefer?”
I burst out laughing and shake my head. “No idiot. Just shove over.”
He smiles, and I slide into the bed, the mattress dipping beneath me. Its softness is just right. His warmth surrounds me, and I smooth my hand under the covers and slide it up his bare chest. The ripped muscles make my body come alive, and I look up at him as his head turns sideways. I lean up and kiss his lips tenderly. He kisses me back slowly, languidly, his free hand sliding to the side of my face between my ear and hair, pulling me to him.
I move slightly, so I’m more on top of him as I kiss him, the tension becoming a little more heated as we kiss. The idea this might go further becoming a reality. My thoughts take a turn to the theater and the intense feelings he ran through me, and I know he could do even more given the chance in a bed, in private.
So I run my hand down his chest, the coldness of a chain around his neck tickles my hand while I slide toward his cock as we kiss. My clit’s throbbing with the thoughts of us taking this to the next level. But his hand quickly grabs my wrist stopping my movement, and I pull back and look down into his eyes with confusion. His eyes are dark. Hooded. Completely full of lust. But there’s a hesitation in them as he grimaces and lets out a heavy breath.
“Heeley.” His voice is low, gruff.
I swallow hard, wondering why this hesitation. “I understand where you’re going with this and why. But I don’t want our first time to be here. Not in this bed. I want our first time to mean something, and taking you here seems…”
Moving back slightly, I think I understand. “Is this because of how many have been in this bed?”
He grimaces and pulls me back to him. “Don’t think about that.”
The thought he’s had so many women in this bed makes me a little queasy, but the fact he’s willing to wait certainly makes me happy. He doesn’t want me to be just another number in his bed. I like the fact I mean more to him than that, even if I’m getting impatient and want to rip his clothes off right now.
Leaning in, I plant another quick kiss on his lips and smile. “Thank you. This actually means a lot to me.”
He smiles as I lean in and snuggle into his side. He wraps his arm around me and pulls the covers up encasing us both as we settle in for our second night together.
***
My alarm blares loudly from my bag, and I groan in annoyance as I snuggle into Torque further to try and get away from the incessant noise. My face digs into his neck as I mumble incoherently, while I hear Torque chuckling to himself rubbing up and down my arm tenderly.
“Make it stop,” I murmur.
He leans in kissing my temple. “The only way it’s gonna stop is if you go and turn it off.”
“Urgh… I don’t want to.”
He laughs. “Wow! Your energy in the morning is infectious, foxy.” He unhooks his hands from around me leaving me to flop on the bed in a heap as he jumps up with far too much energy. His heavy footsteps walk through the room, but I can’t see what he’s doing because my face is buried in a pillow. Suddenly the alarm stops its infernal racket.
I smile against the fluffy pillow, relaxing further into the bed while he continues to move about his room. “You know you have class to get to?”
I huff into the pillow. “I don’t want to go to school today, Mom.”
He snorts out a laugh as his hand whacks down on my ass, hard, making me yelp out. My head finally raises from the pillow, and I notice a detailed tattoo of the same logo which I spotted on the front door of the club tattooed on his back as he pulls a shirt down. The rest of his body is dressed too, making me frown. I missed my opportunity seeing him practically naked, and I pout because I was too lazy to catch my own private Torque show.
Damn.
“C’mon, don’t be a brat. If I’m getting up this early, you are, too.” He grabs my arms and hoists me out of bed, pulling me to him, and I giggle as I link my arms around his neck. He smiles at me as my sleepy eyes take him in. His disheveled hair looks amazing like this, and I run my hands through it as I sigh contentedly.
“You taking me home on your ride?” I ask, and he smirks.
“Yes, if you hurry the fuck up and get dressed.”
I purse my lips. “What? No breakfast or anything?”
He grins. “Fine. Quick breakfast. Then I take you. But you need to get a move on, woman.”
I smirk and grip my fingers into his hair, tugging on it slightly, making his head fall back a little as he takes a step away from me, and I duck out from him and head to the bathroom for my clothes. He groans out a chuckle as I leave him in the bedroom so I can get dressed. I make quick work of it, using the toilet while I’m there and then quickly ducking back out to see him sitting on the edge of the bed looking like he’s lost in his own thoughts.
I wonder where his mind is until he glances up and smiles at me. Standing quickly, he reaches out for me. “Ready?”
“Let’s get some breakfast. Biker style,” I call out, and he shakes his head.
We walk out the door and down the hall into the main clubroom. It’s practically empty. I guess everyone’s still asleep. It’s pretty damn early, and by all accounts, bikers don’t need to get up at stupid o’clock.
Torque leads me toward the giant bar, and I wonder why we’re heading there. He moves me behind the b
ar and toward an open door. We walk through, and I notice a big kitchen with stainless steel everything. It’s almost like what you’d see in a restaurant. Big burners, lots of counters, giant fridges. Yeah, it’s awesome.
“Wow,” I murmur, and he grins at me as I see Ruby and another girl in there already, but they’re not doing much, just dealing with some coffee pots and mainly chatting amongst themselves.
“Morning, ladies,” Torque calls out, and they turn to him and raise their brows.
“Holy shit! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up this early.” Ruby chuckles.
“Hey, now, Ruby… I can get up early when the occasion calls for it. And right now, my woman needs coffee and toast.” Pursing my lips, he rolls his eyes at me with a huff. “If you wouldn’t mind?” he adds, and I smirk.
It’s not the please I was hoping for, but it’s better than nothing.
Ruby and the other woman both try to hold in their smirks. “Sure thing, Pres, coming right up. Some for you, too?” Ruby asks.
“No, thanks. It’s too early for me,” he replies.
“We’ll get right on it. You both go, take a seat. We’ll be real quick,” the other woman says and Torque nods.
“Thanks, Cindi.” He grabs my hand.
“Thank you,” I call out as I’m dragged out of the kitchen, around the bar, and out into the clubroom to one of those wooden tables I saw last night, and we take a seat next to each other.
I smirk as we sit down, and he looks at me raising his brow. “What has you smirking right now?”
I giggle. “Doesn’t this table make you feel like you’re at summer camp?”
He rubs the back of his neck like the thought only just crossed his mind right this second. “Well, shit. No, I never thought of that. But now that’s all I’m gonna think about. Thanks for putting that memory in my mind, foxy.”
I chuckle and shrug. “Anytime. Happy to help you feel like less of a man and more like a boy.”
He shakes his head, reaching out grabbing the back of my head and pulls me to him looking deep into my eyes. That instant chemistry is there, popping and surging between us as a fire burns in my belly for him.
