Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter 6

2 weeks later

ROAM

F*ck she’s beautiful. I know her name is Lacey. She’s the best friend of my brother’s girl. Lacey. She’s so fragile. So f*ckin’ beautiful. Shiny dark hair falls down her back in waves like a chocolate ocean. Christ! Listen to me, soundin’ like some damn p-ssy poet.

She’s the woman of my dreams. I haven’t stopped thinking about her since I first caught a glimpse of her beauty. She was standing at the bar, laughing with Jenn. I had to get closer to her; I don’t know why, so I put down my full bottle of beer and walked over to the bar to order another one. Just being that close to her, without even touching or talking, did something to me.

I watch her. I’m always watchin’ her. I’m like a f*ckin’ stalker. I shake my head at the thought. I don’t know what it is about her. That night we f*cked at the clubhouse, all night I couldn’t take my eyes off her and I knew I had to have her. I thought, one night and she’d be out of my system. Man, was I wrong. I can’t stop thinkin’ about her. The way her skin tasted of salt with a hint of peppermint. The way her p-ssy tasted. Not like f*ckin’ strawberries or honeysuckle or shit like that. It tasted like fresh, clean p-ssy. Best tastin’ cunt I ever had. I feel my cock start to swell and I adjust my junk in my jeans.

Christa had joined the party that night. I shouldn’t have let her. I’ve been f*ckin’ Christa for a couple of years. She doesn’t do much for me, but p-ssy’s p-ssy and when it’s easy, who am I to argue? It don’t matter who I f*ck though, since the night I had Lacey, no matter who’s bouncing on my cock, it’s only her I see.

Even though I was beat after Christa had drained my balls and I didn’t think I could come again, I still had to have her wrapped around my cock. When we went to sleep, for the first time in years, I slept with a woman in my arms. It shocked me that I wanted her there, but my gut cramped at the thought of her leaving. I pulled her close to me and slept like a damn baby. She was gone in the mornin’ before I woke, but I’ve been keepin’ an eye on her ever since.

My phone rings and I take my eyes off her to look at the screen. “Roam,” I answer, holding my cell to my ear. “Prez wants you at the meet,” Zeus tells me. “Storage Unit?”

“Yep,” he confirms. “When?”

“An hour.”

“See ya then,” I end the call and after taking one last look at Lacey, I fire up my girl and roll out. The entire ride to meet with our potential new business partners, my mind is filled with Lacey. She’s drivin’ me f*ckin’ crazy.

I want her. I want her in my bed and on my bike. Somethin’ about the way she carries herself tells me she’s not like other girls. She’s been broken. I want to fix her.

I just don’t know how I’m goin’ to convince her that I’m the one that’s goin’ to fix her.

I shake my head again to clear my thoughts of her, then I gun my throttle and revel in the roar of the pipes as I coast down the freeway.

This is f*ckin’ freedom.