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

Going slow

*Tommy*

After saying goodnight tomthe others, I make my way up the stairs of the clubhouse, my mind racing with thoughts of Sinclair and the case. I can’t shake off the feeling that we’re standing on shaky ground, and that we actually risk the bastard walking away once again.

As I reach my room, I push the door open, shrug my cut off, and hanging it on my chair and head straight for the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to wash away the day’s frustrations.

I take a moment to breathe, to clear my head. The reflection in the mirror shows a guy who’s trying to do the right thing, but it’s a struggle… especially when it feels like the world is against you. After brushing my teeth and running a hand through my hair, I step out of the bathroom, only to stop dead in my tracks.

Dylan is sitting on my bed, her presence electrifying the room. She’s casually perched there, her legs crossed, an inviting smile on her face that makes my heart race. “What are you doing here?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady, but the surprise catches me off guard.

She nods toward my t-shirt… a ridiculous cartoon cat with the words, ‘Time spent with a p***y is never wasted.’ “I assumed it was an invitation,” she teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I groan, running a hand through my hair again, the corners of my mouth twitching upward despite my better judgment. “Dylan…”

She sighs, sitting up straighter, the playful vibe shifting as seriousness settles in. “I actually wanted to talk. I need to know where we kinda stand.”

The air thickens with anticipation, and I can feel my pulse quicken. “Honestly?” I begin, leaning against the doorframe, trying to gather my thoughts. “I like you, a lot. But I also kind of like being alive, and I’m pretty sure your dad would kill me if he knew I was fooling around with you. Not to mention Tom…”

Dylan’s expression shifts, a flicker of understanding flashing across her face. “I get it. But I am not a kid, Tommy, I do not let my father… or Tom… make my decision.”

“I know you are not,” I say. Hell, I know very well she isn’t. I quickly tame my thoughts and add. “But those to kinda decide my future with the club.”

“I’m not asking for a full-blown relationship with fireworks and declarations. I just want to know if there’s something here worth exploring.” She says, biting her bottom lip as she looks at me.

I push off the doorframe, pacing the small space of my room. “It’s not just about us,” I say, my voice low. “I think we should slow down. Maybe get to know each other better before jumping into anything. It might make it easier for everyone else to accept it, too. I mean, we’ve got so many complications adding up, and with everything going on… it’s a lot.”

“Complications?” She raises an eyebrow, a hint of a challenge in her tone. “You mean like the whole Sinclair situation? Or the fact that I’m the club president’s daughter?”

I nod, feeling the weight of her words. “Exactly. I care about you, Dylan, but this isn’t just about us. It’s about the people around us… the club, your family. We need to think about them, too.”

She bites her lip again, her expression softening as she processes what I’ve said. “So, you’re saying you want to take things slow?”

“Yeah,” I reply, my heart thrumming in my chest as I watch her reaction. “I think that’s the best way to go. Let’s build something real, not just a fling that could explode in our faces.”

Dylan leans back on my bed, her gaze thoughtful as she stares at the ceiling. I can see the gears turning in her mind, and I hope she understands where I’m coming from. “I can live with that,” she finally says, her voice steady but laced with a hint of vulnerability. “But I’m not going to pretend I don’t want more of you.”

“Trust me, I want more too,” I admit, my heart racing at the honesty of it. “But I think it’d be better if we took our time. I don’t want to hurt you or put you in a position where you have to choose between me and your family… and I prefer not to be kicked out of here.”

She sits up again, her expression serious. “I don’t want that either. But if we’re going to do this, we need to be honest with each other. No secrets.”

I nod, feeling a surge of relief. “Agreed. No secrets. Just… let’s see where this goes, on our own terms.”

The tension in the room shifts, and I can feel the connection between us growing stronger.

She gives me a small smile, “So a kiss to seal it?”

“How about a hug?” I say, Holding out my arms.

She sighs but get up and step into my embrace. I have to admit that it feels pretty good holding her like this.