The probie and his biker chick (Iron vipers book 3)

Screaming at seagulls

*Tommy*

The moment we step outside the courthouse, I can feel the weight of what just happened pressing down, not only on me but on Dylan too. She’s a storm of emotions, and I’m not sure how to help her navigate through them. The air is thick with tension, and I can see her jaw clenched, her fists balled at her sides. I can’t just stand by and let that anger consume her; she needs an outlet, a way to release the fury that’s bubbling just beneath the surface.

“Hey,” I say softly, trying to catch her attention as she stares ahead, clearly lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. “Do you want a ride back to the clubhouse?”

Her eyes flicker to mine, and for a moment, I see a glimmer of hope in her expression. “Yeah, I’d like that,” she replies, her voice barely above a whisper.

As we walk to my bike, I feel a rush of anticipation. There’s something electric about having her behind me, her body pressed against mine as I rev the engine and pull away from the curb. I can feel the tension in her body begin to ease, if only slightly, as we weave through the streets.

But instead of heading straight to the clubhouse, I take a sharp turn toward the coast, feeling the salty breeze whip through our hair. “Where are we going?” she calls into my ear, a hint of confusion lacing her tone.

“Just trust me,” I reply, grinning as I accelerate toward the beach. “You look like you need to let off some steam. I know just the place.”

When we finally arrive, I cut the engine and hop off the bike. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore fills the air, blending with the cries of seagulls overhead. Dylan steps off the bike, her expression shifting from confusion to curiosity as she takes in the view. The sun is dipping low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the water, but I can see the storm still brewing in her eyes.

“Why did you bring me here?” she asks, looking out at the horizon, a mix of emotions playing across her face.

“Because,” I say, taking a step closer, “you look like you need to get your anger out. And here? You can scream at the seagulls if you want! Let it all out.”

A small laugh escapes her lips, and I can’t help but smile. “Scream at the seagulls, huh? That’s your big plan?”

“Absolutely,” I reply, my tone playful. “You’d be surprised what a good shout can do for the soul.”

She shakes her head, but I can see the corners of her mouth twitching upward. “Fine, but if I look ridiculous…”

“How about I’ll join you,” I suggest, stepping back and spreading my arms wide, as if to challenge her. “Let’s do this!”

Dylan takes a deep breath, and I watch as the tension in her shoulders begins to dissipate. She closes her eyes for a moment, then suddenly releases a primal scream that echoes across the beach, surprising even herself. I can’t help but laugh, and her laughter follows mine, filling the air with a joy that feels like a breath of fresh air.

“See? Doesn’t that feel better?” I call out, my voice teasing.

“Maybe a little,” she admits, her cheeks flushed, but there’s a spark in her eyes now… an ember of defiance that I love to see.

“Let’s do it again!” I challenge, and this time, we both throw our heads back and scream together, letting our voices carry across the sand and into the waves. It’s freeing, exhilarating, and I can feel the anger and hurt that clung to her like a heavy cloak begin to lift.

Dylan turns to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Okay, but let’s not stop at the seagulls. How about we take on the ocean too?”

“Now that’s the spirit!” I shout, and we run toward the water, the cool waves crashing against our legs as we scream again, our laughter mixing with the sound of the surf.

As we tumble into the sand, rolling into each other in a fit of giggles, I can’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The warmth of her body against mine, the way her laughter rings out like a melody, it’s intoxicating. I pull her close, our faces inches apart, and for a moment, everything else fades away as I kiss her softly.

“See? You just needed a little fun,” I say, brushing sand from her cheek.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she replies, her smile genuine and bright. “This is… really nice.”

“Good, because I’m not done yet,” I say, a playful glint in my eye. “Let’s make this beach our battlefield. What do you say?”

She raises an eyebrow, and I can see the challenge flickering in her gaze. “You’re on.”

We start playfully shoving each other, splashing water back and forth, laughter erupting as we dodge the waves. It’s a release, a way to let the heaviness of the courtroom slip away, if only for a moment. I can’t remember the last time I felt this alive, and I’m grateful to share it with her.

As the sun begins to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I pull her down beside me, wrapping my arm around her shoulder, and she leans into me as we watch the sunset together.