Chapter 5

5

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I 'd suspected that Rhiannon was innocent, but I hadn't expected her to tell me that I was her first date. Or even better, her first kiss.

It reinforced my decision not to rush things, but it also made waiting a fuck of a lot harder. Knowing I was her first everything made me want to throw my good intentions away. But this would be the only time she ever experienced these things and I wanted her to have the memories of being "wooed."

Damn, my brothers would be giving me major shit if they knew how sappy I'd become. I sounded like a fucking pussy. But Rhiannon was worth it. I'd do whatever it took to bind her to me forever.

I drove her home in comfortable silence with her hand held tightly in mine. She lived a few minutes outside Old Bridge in a small apartment building that I didn't like the look of. It just made me more determined to have her moved into my place soon.

When we arrived, I hopped out of the truck and jogged around the hood to help her down. Once she was on her feet, standing centimeters from my body, I couldn't resist tasting her one more time.

My head dropped, and hers lifted until our mouths met in a soft kiss. It only took one touch for my body to be engulfed in flames. My tongue glided between her lips as I brought my hands up to cradle her face. Then I slanted my head to deepen the penetration, sweeping my tongue through her mouth and gorging myself on her sweet flavor.

If her mouth tasted this fucking good, I couldn't wait to feast on her pussy.

When I was seconds away from losing control, I tore my mouth away and rested my forehead against hers. Our breathing was ragged, and my heart raced as it pounded hard in my chest.

"Do you…um…do you want to come in?" Rhiannon practically squeaked her question. It was cute as fuck, but I held in a chuckle so I didn't hurt her feelings. She was obviously very nervous asking, and I didn't want my answer to cause her to shrink back into her shell.

"You have no idea how much I want to say yes, baby," I groaned. "But I don't think you're ready for what will happen if I come in. And I'm pretty damn sure I can't resist you in a place that has a bed."

Rhiannon giggled, and the sweet sound did nothing to help my aroused state. Damn, she was adorable and sexy as fuck in one package. Even if I'd wanted to, I'd had no chance of resisting her.

I looked into her eyes and murmured, "Give us a little time to get to know each other better. Promise, I'm not going anywhere."

She melted into me, and I brushed another soft kiss over her lips.

"Pick you up in the morning," I rumbled low in my chest.

"What about my car?" she asked, looking round as if suddenly realizing it wasn't there.

"I'll take you back to get it tomorrow."

"Okay," she sighed happily.

Smiling, I took her hand and led her up to her front door. I waited until she was inside and the lock clicked before returning to my truck, grumbling about motherfucking chivalry.

Unsurprisingly, I slept like shit, and after one too many erotic dreams about my woman, I gave up and took a cold shower at five in the morning. Then I ate breakfast and worked on a design for a new client until it was time to get ready and go pick up Rhiannon.

When I first patched into the Iron Rogues I lived at the clubhouse, like a lot of my brothers. But when my business took off, I needed space. More than I would get by renting an apartment. So I bought one of the small houses that the club owned, with plans to expand someday. I'd built a greenhouse out back and added an office to the structure that connected it to the actual house. However, there was still a lot more to be done.

I smiled at the mental picture of Rhiannon picking out everything that would make this feel like her home. It had only two bedrooms—other than the office, which wouldn't make a suitable bedroom—but it was the perfect layout to add to give us the space needed for a big family. For now, we had our room, and the one right next to it would be a perfect nursery. I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to hold out before fucking Rhiannon, but when I did, we'd be gettin' a head start on those babies.

Just the thought of my woman in our home, her belly big with my kid…it made me hard as fuck.

I shook off the image before I lost it in my pants like a fucking teenager and focused on the design program on my computer and hit print. Technology had certainly made my job easier in a lot of ways, but I preferred to see the blueprints on actual paper. Which was why the small table in my office was covered with them. The large printer on the next wall began printing, but a glance at my watch warned me that I needed to finish getting ready and hit the road.

After I was dressed in dark jeans, a black T-shirt, boots, and my cut, I grabbed my keys and went out to the garage. I bypassed my truck and walked over to my motorcycle. I was dying to take Rhiannon out on my bike, to feel her wrapped around my body while my hog hummed beneath us and the wind blew in our faces.

I grabbed an extra helmet and my leather jacket, shoving them in a saddlebag before mounting and getting out on the road.

It was only a ten-minute drive to Rhiannon's apartment and she was waiting outside when I rode into the parking lot. I stopped in front of her and shut down the engine before kicking down the stand and dismounting.

"Hey, baby," I murmured as I closed the distance between us and slipped an arm around her waist.

"Good morning," she breathed right before I kissed the hell out of her.

"Ready for a ride?" I asked when I raised my head to look into her eyes.

Rhiannon's eyes went wide, and she double blinked before her face flushed bright red. I couldn't help it, a deep laugh burst from my chest, and I hugged her close.

After I got a hold of myself, I looked down to see her chewing on her lip self-consciously. I wrapped my hand around her chin and lifted her head so she was staring at my face. "Damn, you're cute," I told her with a gentle smile. "Don't get me wrong, baby. I'm dying to have you ride me."

Her blush darkened to maroon, and she bit her lip, making me hold in a lusty groan.

"But I was referring to a ride on my hog."

"Hog?"

I chuckled at her confused expression. "My motorcycle, baby."

"Oh! Duh I should have known what you meant."

"I don't expect you to know these things, Rhiannon. I'm looking forward to teaching you."

Her face brightened, and she smiled shyly. "Really? You don't mind that I'm not a biker chick?"

Laughing again, I kissed the tip of her nose. "You're perfect, baby."

Pink dusted her cheeks, and she beamed at me. "I'm definitely not perfect."

"Perfect for me," I said gruffly before I sealed my mouth over hers and kissed hungrily until we were both shaking with need.

"Fuck," I grunted. "We gotta go."

I retrieved the jacket from the saddle bag and held it up for her to slip her arms into. "Know it's hot today, baby, but I won't take a chance with your safety."

She sniffed and smiled up at me. "I don't mind. It smells like you."

"Yeah?"

Her lips tipped up into an impish smile, and she nodded.

"Can't say I don't love the idea of you in my clothes, wearing my scent."

"Why?"

I winked at her and pulled out my extra helmet. "So every motherfucker out there knows you're mine."

Rhiannon looked taken aback by my declaration, and I grinned as I popped the helmet on her head and fastened the strap.

"Does that mean you're mine?"

I grabbed the front of the jacket and yanked her close. "Damn straight."

Her eyes softened, and her expression turned dreamy, making me chuckle. "Let's go for a ride, baby."

If I hadn't already known Rhiannon was the one for me, having her on the back of my bike, sitting between her long, sexy legs, and her arms around me…I would have known right then. Nothing had ever felt so natural.

After riding for a couple of hours, my hard cock was making things damn uncomfortable up front. But I wasn't ready to take her home. So when we approached the town limits again, I decided it was a good time to draw her even deeper into my life.

I drove to the clubhouse and entered the code to the high fence surrounding the land it sat on. At the end of the driveway, I parked next to a row of bikes. They were all different, whether it was the make, model, custom work, or even just the colors. The one commonality was the Iron Rogues logo somewhere on it.

Rhiannon didn't immediately let me go when I shut off the engine, and I wasn't about to ask her to. So we sat there for a moment until she finally let out a long breath and removed her helmet, handing it to me. Then she hugged me again and rested her cheek on my back.

"That was…I don't even know how to describe it."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Liked it?" Rhiannon leaned around, and I twisted my torso to see her clearly. "That's not even close. I loved it! When can we go out again?"

I laughed and grasped her waist, lifting her up and around so when I set her on my lap, she was straddling me. "You been bitten by the bug, baby?"

She giggled and shrugged. "Guess so."

"That's my girl," I teased, delving my hands into her hair and dragging her close for a deep kiss.

"Get a fucking room!" someone shouted, and I ripped my lips from hers to glare at the Iron Rogues' captain, Stone.

"Fuck off, brother," I growled.

Stone barked a laugh and strolled toward the garage.

I sighed and lifted Rhiannon off my lap. "Let's go meet some people, baby."

She looked uncertain and ran her hands nervously through her black tresses.

"Relax. No one bites."

Her mouth curled into a sassy smile. "No one?" Her tone was filled with overdramatic disappointment.

I threw back my head with a belly laugh so hard my stomach hurt.

I fucking loved this woman.