Chapter 11
1103 Words
Sadist pulled his bike into the parking lot in front of Beth’s building and killed the engine. It had been a long two days and he couldn’t wait to see her again. He stepped off the bike and pulled his helmet off but didn’t bother to set it down before heading for her door.
He held the helmet in one hand and knocked, it only took a few seconds before the door opened, revealing Beth in a pair of dark jeans and a bright blue top that made her eyes look almost green.
“Sorry, I’m running a little late. Come on in.” She stepped back and he followed her inside. “It took me longer at my folks than I planned, but I’m almost ready.”
“That’s okay.” He watched her bustle around the room. “Where are your folks?”
“They’re still in Marana. Today was my day to do the afternoon chores. I’m out of practice and that makes it take longer.” She pulled on her leather jacket and came to a stop in front of him. “Where are we going tonight?” The look on her face as she stared up at him made him want to kiss her, then toss her on the bed and make her scream his name.
“I thought we’d have dinner, then maybe see a movie. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good.”
She stayed where she was for several seconds and Sadist fought the urge, then decided what the hell, and lowered his mouth to hers. He covered her mouth in a searing kiss and found that hers was no less heated than his. Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck while her tongue rubbed against his. His d**k throbbed and hardened. He forced himself to break the kiss. He reminded himself again that Beth was a good girl, not one of the sluts that hung around the club house. He couldn’t help but think how much his parents would like her. Or would have.
“Come on,” he pulled away, “if we don’t get out of here, I’m likely to push for something you’re not ready give.”
Beth stepped back and gazed at him a moment through lowered lashes. “Are you sure I’m not ready?” Before he had a chance to answer or even register what she’d said, she slipped past him to the door. “Ready?”
Sadist blinked. It took a second for his brain to switch gears.
“Sure.” He followed her to the door and out. “Do you like Italian?” They walked together out to his bike.
“I do.”
“Perfect.” He handed her a helmet and put his own on, they got on the bike and he sat for just a moment, enjoying the feel of her arms around him and her body pressed against his back, then put the bike in gear and they pulled out on the street.
They sat in Old Chicago, their meals no more than dirty plates between them.
“Can I get you anything else? Some dessert maybe?” the waiter asked as he picked up their empty dishes.
“None for me, I’m stuffed,” Beth said.
“No, thank you. Just the check.” Sadist met his gaze for a second then looked back to Beth. “Maybe we can stop for dessert after the movie.”
“I like that idea.”
They’d decided on a comedy that had opened the week before, and still had more than an hour until it started, plenty of time. Sadist paid the tab and they were on the way to his bike when his phone rang. It was Tuck’s ring tone.
“I’ve got to take this. Excuse me a minute?”
“Sure.” She took a few steps and looked around the small shopping center while Sadist thumbed the phone to answer.
“This is Sadist.”
“We have a situation. I need you.”
“Where?”
“The clubhouse.”
“I’m on a date, I have a girl with me. She’s never been around anything like us. I’ll need someone to keep an eye on her, both to protect her and make sure she stays out of trouble. Or I can take her home first, it’ll mean about an hour before I can get there.”
“Bring her, it’s nothing that would endanger her, but we need to talk. That’ll happen behind closed doors.”
“Then we can be there in fifteen minutes.”
“Perfect.”
Sadist disconnected and turned to find Beth. She had turned and was walking along the path beside the restaurant. Sadist joined her.
“I hate to do this, but we’re gonna have to take a rain check on the movie.”
“Oh no, is everything okay?”
“It is, I just need to go to a meeting. I’ll take you to the clubhouse, do what I need to do, then maybe we can find another showing or maybe have that dessert. Is that okay?”
“I’m game.”
They got on the bike and Sadist worried how Beth would react to her first encounter with his club. He’d hoped to wait a while longer before introducing her to his lifestyle. Maybe it was better to get this over with now, because if the club was going to be a deal breaker with her, it was better to know that now. The last thing he needed was to fall for this girl, and he already knew he could, then have his heart broken because he wouldn’t give up the Demented Souls.
He couldn’t leave. Part of being patched in as a full member meant a lifetime commitment, even past retirement from whatever your branch. He glanced at the backs of his hands where they rested on the handlebars. Not that he could do much else. The Army only put up with his tats because it made him fit into his assignment better. The way he looked now, he could never have any other assignment, not that he wanted one. And who else would hire him? Maybe another tattoo shop.
Even if he had the option to leave, he wouldn’t. The other Souls had become closer to him that his blood brother. He couldn’t leave them.
Sadist pulled the bike into the fenced yard surrounding the clubhouse and backed into line with the others. He and Beth dismounted, and Sadist escorted her inside.
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