2. Skylar

Chapter 2

Skylar

Nothing has ever felt this good. Torin kisses me so intensely that it's like I catch fire. I've never felt like this before in my life. Instinctively, I know it has everything to do with the man I'm with—the one awakening a passion in me I didn't know I possessed. My hands move over his back as I hold on for dear life. He dominates my mouth and I love every second. I want more. I'm not the submitting type, I've always known that about myself, but dear God in heaven, I want to submit to him. Shit, I want to beg him to take me. I'm losing myself in him. I feel it and I want it.

I feel his hands curl into my shirt. Torin yanks on it, forcing my arms up as he yanks it off. I gasp as the cool Kentucky air hits my nipples. He bends down, raking his lips across one of them, making me moan as I feel it harden and then tighten in his mouth as he begins sucking. Heat shoots through me, centering between my legs, and I can feel how wet I am. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I am this turned-on with a man that I don't really know.

Not to mention a man that is in my dad's club.

That thought pulls me back from how good what we're doing feels, and I can feel myself get self-conscious. I don't really want Torin to think I'm easy. I'm not. There's a reason I'm still a virgin. I've always wanted my first time to be with someone I was in a committed relationship with. Dad doesn't let me around the club scene much, but I've seen enough to know how the men act. Unless they claim a woman as theirs, it's just hook-ups and easy pussy—Dad's words, not my own.

That's not what I wanted for my life—ever. Before I can think about it though, Torin bites down on my nipple, causing pain to bloom through me. I cry out at the unexpected assault before he soothes it away with his tongue.

"Eyes on me, Peaches. You're going to watch everything I do to you. I want your eyes staring back at me the minute I slide my dick into your sweet cunt."

Holy fuck.

No one has ever spoken to me like that. It should turn me off, I suppose. The opposite is true. I want more.

"Torin—"

I don't know if I was about to call a halt to what we're doing or beg for more. Before I can even form a thought about what to say next, Chad groans from the ground across from us. The effect is harsh and immediate. It's like someone splashed cold water over my body. I immediately move my hand from the sexy biker who has me pinned against the side of the building to cover my breasts.

Torin lets out a growl of displeasure, but he can feel how taut my body has grown. I know this, because he lets out a disappointed sigh and pulls away, letting my legs drop to the ground. He keeps his hands on my hips, allowing me to steady myself. My heart squeezes in my chest as he bends to pick up my shirt. I pull my bra down and capture my breasts back in it, unable to remember exactly when Torin had pushed it up and out of the way. Everything is a blur and all I can remember is the pleasure. I'm afraid to look up at him as he puts the shirt over my head and helps me slide it on. My movements are slow and awkward as I feed my arms through the sleeves. I still don't meet his eyes and my heart is running away with me. Then he does the sweetest thing. He leans in and presses his forehead against mine. Somehow my hands end up on his chest, though I don't push him away. I don't want him to leave. I can feel the way his body is vibrating.

"Damn, Peaches," he groans.

"I'm sorry. I just …" I sigh, not sure how to explain it. "Chad is literally just feet away from us," I try to explain.

"I don't really give a fuck. If he wakes up, he can see how a real man gives his woman his dick."

"Your woman?" I question, trying to ignore the way my heart goes haywire with his claim. "Is that what I am?"

"What would you call it?"

"I'm not experienced at this kind of thing, but I figure you'd classify it as a hookup."

He pulls back to look at me. He seems to study my face and I am hoping the bad lighting here will somehow be merciful enough to hide my blushing. I figure that I'm not that lucky. "Peaches if you think one taste of you is enough, you need to think again. It's going to take a while for me to get my fill of you."

His words aren't the most romantic in the world. It still alludes to the fact that we're little more than a hookup, although apparently, we're one that will last a while. That could give me time to show him that we could be more. That's the thought in my mind when he leans down to kiss me again and I gladly let him. It's not a long, deep kiss that is filled with passion. No, this one is hard and hungry—while also bordering along the line of angry. It's meant to deliver a message, but I have no idea what it is. All of this is new to me. I'm way out of my comfort zone now.

When he drags his lips down the column of my throat and I feel his hand reach under my shirt, I tense. When his hand goes to push my bra out of the way again, it magnifies into full-blown panic. I push away from him, shaking my head no. I hate doing it. He's going to label me a tease, but I know in my heart that this would be a mistake.

"I really like you, Torin. I'm not trying to lead you on. I really don't want this to end, but I'm kind of new to this kind of thing. I … Well, I think I need to slow down. I hope you can understand that. I really want this thing between us to happen, but I'm not really a quick hookup kind of girl."

"I told you this isn't a hookup," he mutters. "I'm used to taking what I want, but for you, Peaches, I can slow it down a little."

"You can?" I ask, my teeth pressing down into my lower lip as I stare up at him. Excitement begins to fill me again. Torin is not the kind of guy who backs down. The fact that he's willing to has to mean something …

"Yes, but …" he begins, and I start to worry.

"But?"

"I'm not willing to wait too long. I want you, sweetheart."

"I want you, too," I confess, unable to deny it and truly not wanting to.

"Fuck," he mutters, scrubbing his face with his hand. For a minute, I think he's going to kiss me again. Before he can, Chad moans again, twisting his head against the gravel. "I should have killed the son of a bitch," he gripes, making me laugh.

"Trust me. He's not worth the jail time."

Torin chuckles, stepping back and giving us both a little more breathing room. "I'm not so sure about that," he counters with a wink. "However, if we're going to stop for tonight, I need some food to distract me from the hunger for your body."

"Does food do that?" I giggle.

"Doubtful, but unless you want me to fuck you right here and now, it better."

"I guess this is where we say goodbye, then," I respond, trying to sound upbeat, but inside I feel lonely already. I don't want him to leave.

"Actually, that depends."

"On what?" I question, attempting to tap down my hope.

"On if you're going to agree to go grab a bite to eat with me at the diner across the road." Chad moans yet again, making Torin smirk. "Not to put pressure on you, Peaches, but sleeping dickhead over there will be waking up soon and I'll probably end up in that jail you were worried about."

My lips spread into a smile when I see how cute and mischievous the look on his face is. "He can go to hell," I remark. "I don't really care what you do to him. Still, I'd rather not have to talk to him ever again."

"Then, the diner it is," Torin murmurs, his lips jerking into a small grin.

"I'd like that."

"Good. We'll take my bike."

"Woah," I murmur. "You're going to put me on the back of your bike? Isn't that a little serious for someone you only met less than an hour ago?" I might not be allowed to interact in the club, but I know what it means when a man puts a woman he wants on the back of his bike. Hell, maybe I'm the one overthinking at this point.

"I want you on the back of my bike. I want your legs opened and pressing against me, clenching and wet from the need to have my cock inside you. Does that clear it up for you?" I rub my lips together after a small whimper escapes. He reaches out his hand and presses his thumb against them, and I open to allow him entry. He allows just the tip to rub against my bottom lip. "Don't torture your lips, Peaches. That's my job."

"Fair warning, Torin. You keep talking like you are and you won't need your bike to experience that little scenario you just laid out."

He gives me the sexiest grin I've ever seen in my life. I'm pretty sure it immediately disintegrates my panties. "That's the plan, sweetheart. That's the plan," he brags.

Torin knows exactly what he's doing to me. Before I can jump on him and wrap my body around him, Chad begins moving behind him, bringing his hand to his head, mumbling something incoherently. I didn't like him before, and now I'm pretty sure I hate the cheating bastard.

"Let's go, Torin. I'm suddenly very hungry," I mutter, taking his hand.

Torin lets out another low, deep rumble that I believe is him laughing. It, however, seems to vibrate against my clit as if there's an invisible connection between him and it. I can do nothing but sigh. We climb on his bike and he drives us across the road. We don't talk once there. I get off and stand awkwardly as he does the same. He takes my hand as we walk inside the small mom and pop joint.

I thought he might take us to a booth, but he doesn't. He walks to the counter with the spinning stools under it. He helps me slide onto one, then sits beside me. I watch his hand as he reaches out to snag a menu. He tries to hand it to me, but I shake my head.

"I know what I want. I've been here a lot. The owner is a family friend. She used to babysit me when I was little," I explain.

"Muffin!"

As if on cue, I jerk up to see Izzy walking out of the kitchen and toward us. Izzy is a little younger than my mother and is definitely not a waitress. She bought this place about ten years ago, saying she needed something to keep her busy because her son was going off to college. Her husband works as a cook and is very good at it. It's probably one of the main reasons the place is so popular.

"Hey, Izzy. What's good tonight?" I ask as she comes over. I stand up and hug her, stretching across the counter.

"Frank has made open faced roast beef sandwiches for tonight's special. They're so good, you'd die for them. Probably his best to date."

"Yum! Get me one and a sweet tea for the drink," I practically purr.

"I guess I'll have the same but give me a beer to drink. Whatever you have is fine," Torin adds.

"Sure thing," Izzy says and heads back to the kitchen. We're the only ones here tonight, which is nice.

"Nice to know you're a woman who will order real food and not a salad."

I practically snort. "I like salads, too. I just usually like a steak after them."

"My kind of woman," he flirts.

"I aim to please," I answer. It's probably being silly, but as I stare into his eyes, I find myself hoping tonight never ends. I feel comfortable around Torin in a way that I've never felt in my life. I'm responding to him in ways that I don't truly understand. I just know it feels … right.

"Trust me, Peaches. You're doing that in spades."

"What made you pledge for the Savage Brothers?" I ask him, truly interested. "Are you from around here?"

While I wait for his answer, I take a moment to really study him. Torin is so hot. He's covered in ink. I can see it on his arms and his neck. They're a mixture of words, tribal tatts, and symbols. They disappear under his T-shirt. I wish I could see them. He's got dark brown eyes that seem to stare into my soul. His black hair is cut short, full of waves and curls. My fingers itch to run my fingers through it. His beard is a mixed salt and pepper. I don't know why I find that sexy, but God, I do.

"I'm from Kentucky, but not here. I'm from Owensboro. I don't have the best of stories, I guess. Traveled down south and stopped at the truck stop here in London. Met Dom and we seemed to hit it off. Even though I was older than the other prospects, I decided to give it a try. Dom seemed to think I was made for the life. Everything I'd been doing didn't feel right. So, I stayed."

"Now?" I ask, doing my best not to curl my nose at the mention of Dom. I don't really like the man. I'd hate to have something to be grateful to him for. Still, if he's the reason I met Torin, I guess I have no choice.

"I feel at home here. The brotherhood I've found is something I never knew I'd have. They're my family."

I nod. His words are similar to the ones that I've heard from Raze, one of Mattie's closer friends in the club. "I'm glad you have that," I tell him. I'm not lying, I mean it, but I can't help but wish he wasn't part of my father's club. It would make things easier. I'm not stupid. I know that if Dad finds out about me seeing Torin, he will go nuts. I'll have to handle this very carefully, I suppose. It will definitely be complicated. I need to keep who I am hidden—at least for a little while. I need time to get to know Torin and make sure what we're feeling is real. Then, I can try to explain things to Torin. In the meantime, I need to make sure he won't let Dad's reaction scare him off. That's going to take time. I let out a sigh. I'll have to find some way to make sure he doesn't hate me when he finds out that I've been hiding some big secrets from him …

Jesus, sometimes I wish I just had a normal family.

"Right now, I'm thinking my luck has turned around here in Kentucky," Torin says, interrupting my thoughts.

"What do you mean?"

"Because I've met you," he practically purrs as Izzy brings our food in.

"Thanks, Izzy," I respond, clearing my throat because Torin is making me want to jump in his lap and claim him here and now.

"No worries. Is your mom doing better? Her office called, and she had to cancel her appointments last week." Izzy blows her bangs out of her eyes and rubs her back while she stares at me. She mostly ignores Torin. I'm hoping that means she hasn't listened to our private conversation. I don't want her letting things slip to Mom.

"She's fine. She's getting over a nasty battle with covid. She goes back to work tomorrow," I explain.

"That's good. She's one of the best doctors around. Told me you were going to follow in her footsteps."

Joker turns to look at me and I can feel myself blush. While I enjoy being the focus of all his attention, I don't necessarily like it because he's learned something about me I wasn't quite ready to share just yet.

"I'm planning on it," I murmur.

"She's very proud of you," Izzy says, and I feel warmth spread through me. That's all I've ever wanted. "You tell her I miss her. We never have ladies night anymore. We need to fix that."

"I'll tell her," I answer, breathing a sigh of relief when she finally goes back into the kitchen.

"A doctor, huh? You sure you aren't too good for me, Peaches?"

"Stop that. I think you're amazing," I tell him honestly.

"But then, you don't know me," he says, studying my face.

"You don't know me either, Torin. I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that right here with you is exactly where I want to be."

"What is your mom— the doctor —going to think when she sees you slumming with the likes of me?"

I laugh. "Trust me, she's not immune to a hot guy on a bike. Now, I can think of a better question for you to ask."

"You can?"

"Oh, yeah," I drawl.

"What is it? No fair keeping me in suspense," he responds with a grin. The trepidation I saw on his face when he found out I was going to med school lightens and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"The question you should be asking is when I'm going to play doctor with you?"

"Are you wanting to play with my very large stethoscope, Peaches?"

For a second, I just stare at him. Then, laughter bubbles out loud and free with his joke. Torin even joins me, laughing harder than I've heard before. It makes me feel proud of myself because once again it strikes me that it seems he hasn't laughed much in his life. I'm about to ask him just how big his stethoscope is when I hear the door open. In the background, I can hear a group of men chuckling. I ignore them. I only want to concentrate on Torin.

"Skylar? Joker? What the fuck is going on here?"

I turn immediately and face my very irate brother. I guess I won't be able to keep my secret as long as I wanted.

Damn it.