Seduced By The Hot Biker (Moon Shadows MC)

Old Man

Veronica.

A half hour later, we pulled up in front of the clubhouse. We climbed off Jaguar’s bike.

“Just relax,” he said to me. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I’m relaxed.”

“Good. Jetter used to be a member of our club back before he defected and became the leader of the Rebels.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised.

“Really. Him and Phoenix have history.”

“What kind of history?”

“The sort you don’t ask about,” he said. “Come on.”

He led me inside and sat me down at a table. The place was pretty empty, with only the young bartender and the two guys named Mason and Spoil.

“Boys,” Jaguar said to them.

They nodded back but didn’t come over.

“Friendly,” I said.

“Don’t mind them. They’re just pissed about this war thing.”

“I thought all you bikers wanted to do was fight and kill each other?”

“Not always,” he said, grinning. “Sometimes we like to fuck.”

I opened my mouth to respond but was quickly interrupted by Phoenix coming out from the back room.

“You’re here,” he said to me and Jaguar.

“Of course,” Jaguar said. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Jetter and his boys are on their way.” He looked at me, his face impassive. “Are you ready?”

“She’s ready,” Jaguar answered.

Phoenix stared at me for a second longer and then nodded. “Jaguar, you stay with her. We’ll be nearby.”

Jaguar nodded. Phoenix gestured at Mason and Spoil, and the three of them disappeared into the back room.

“Tom Tom,” Jaguar called over to the bartender. “Whisky for me. Gin and tonic for the girl.”

“How’d you know?” I asked him, surprised that he knew my favorite drink.

“Lucky guess,” he said.

Tom Tom returned with the drinks and gave me a shy smile. Jaguar slammed his back and I sipped mine a little more conservatively, worried about what was coming.

Jaguar got another and sipped this one a little slower, looking at me.

“Relax,” he said. “This is nothing. A formality.”

“Seems like nothing to you,” I said, “but this is all new to me.”

He nodded slowly, looking at me seriously. For a second, he seemed like he was actually seeing me. “This has happened fast,” he said.

“You’re not kidding. Somehow we’re engaged.”

He smiled, nodding. “Yeah. Never thought that’d happen to me.”

“What, marrying me?”

“Marrying anyone.” He took a long sip of his whisky. “You know, I used to watch you, back when we were kids.”

“Sounds creepy.”

“Wasn’t like that,” he said, a little annoyed. “You weren’t like the other girls in town. They all wanted a piece of my bike and a piece of my c**k. But you didn’t seem interested in any of that shit.”

“I wasn’t trying to end up just another pregnant teenager from our small town.”

“Exactly,” he said. “You wanted more. You wanted to get out. I could see that in you.”

“Why didn’t you ever say that to me?”

He shrugged, staring deeply at me. “Because I was just some piece of s**t kid from across the street. I could have given you a good f**k, but what else did I have to offer?”

“You saved me that night, though,” I said, my heart beating fast in my chest.

“Yeah, I did. Your old man was a real piece of shit.”

I laughed softly. “Yeah, he was.”

“You still talk to him?”

I shook her head. “No. Not since I left. I’ve never looked back.”

“Good,” he said. “f**k that place.”