Biker Saviour: The Lost Souls MC Series (12 page)

“He’s gone? Gone where?” she frowns, looking confused.

“Don’t know,” I shrug, “He’s on business for Cas.”

I don’t give her time to think it over, I hand over the spare helmet I picked up for her and wait for her take it.

“I’m not getting on that death machine, my dad picks me up in the truck,” she hisses.

“Only other way you’re getting home is walking, babe and it’s a fucking long walk.”

I should have kept my mouth shut, giving her the idea of walking, she starts off in direction of the club and doesn’t look back. Is she for fucking real?

Restarting my bike, I creep up beside her. She doesn’t look at me or answer me when I ask, “How was your afternoon?”

It may have been a stupid question but I want to know. I want to know everything she does. 

This goes on for ten minutes before her step starts to slow down and I lose my patience. Stopping my bike and swinging my leg over with enough force to spin around, I grab hold of her and pick her up. She’s put weight on and her hips fit perfectly in my hands as I hold her in place. She immediately begins fighting me but I’m stronger and she doesn’t stand a chance.

Setting her down on the back of my bike, I keep one hand on her keeping her in place and use my free hand to grab the spare helmet.

I get up close in her face and wait for her to listen.

“Not that I should have to explain shit to you about it, but the reason I stabbed him was because he had two of his little minions rush me in my cell to take their sick pleasure with me. I fought like a mad man possessed and went after Dean to show I wasn’t weak. Weakness in a place like that will get killed or worse.”

So now she knows, her eyes briefly close and when she opens them instead of saying anything or arguing further, she kisses me. She’s giving me everything she has and it has me hard in seconds.

Her lips are soft and tender and she tastes of peppermint. Her tongue grazes mine and it sends us both into a frenzy, but before I can take control she pulls away.

“Everything I’m learning about you, about my father, it should scare me but I’m only scared because it doesn’t and I’m struggling to deal with that. None of this seems real. My father talks about shooting people like he has been to the store and brought groceries. Earlier you spoke so easily and openly about Dean. None of this is normal and at the same time, I don’t want normal.”

Finally, we’re getting somewhere but I need another taste of her. Holding her face between my hands, I pull her back to me and slam my mouth onto hers. She parts her lips willingly, giving herself over to me and holding nothing back. 

I break the kiss this time, needing to tell her what’s on my mind.

“You feel so fucking good on me,” I tell her, adding, “Don’t ever push me away again, lean on me when you need to. This is real, I feel it…I promise you that.”

I gently press my lips to hers once more and turn around to start the bike.

She holds on tight all the way to the clubhouse making me wish I didn’t ride so fast. I could have dragged it out and felt her pressed up against me for longer.

Alannah comes walking towards us with Leo in her arms as soon as I’ve got my bike parked and I’ve got a bad feeling any alone time I was hoping to have with Kyla isn’t going to happen anytime soon.

“I thought with your dad away you might like to join Cas and I for dinner tonight?” she asks Kyla.

She looks to me and back to Alannah, “Of course Ricky can join us too. He can give you a ride back later.”

“Sure, I’d love to get out of here for a while.”

“Good, Ricky knows where we live. I’ll see you soon.”

Alannah carries on to her car and I lead Kyla into the clubhouse.

“I’ll wait for you here, don’t be long,” I warn her, the sooner this night is over, the sooner I can get my lips back on hers.

I watch her jog up the stairs and take a seat at the bar to wait for her.

It isn’t long before a warm hand slides around my neck from behind and strong, heavy perfume fills my personal space.

She always smells the same, I know it’s Jessica. After I woke up with her in my bed I couldn’t wait to have her back in it on a much more sober basis. I exhale lightly thinking how different I feel now. All I can think about is Kyla in my bed, not only in a sexual way but in every way.

“You haven’t been around much lately and when you are, you’re always with the junkie,” she purrs, thinking she is drawing me in.

“Don’t call her that,” I snap.

Her face scrunches up at my tone and she looks shocked.

“Do you actually like her?”

I don’t answer her and keep how I feel about her to myself, it isn’t her business.

“Don’t tell me you prefer a junkie whore over me?”

It just goes to show you how much no one here knows anything more about Kyla apart from her addiction. Maybe she takes after Pope after all, no one knows much about him either.

“I…”

I’m about to get in her face and give her what for when a voice filled with pain masked with strength comes from behind us.

“Are you ready to leave or do you have other plans now?”

I spin around to see Kyla standing behind us. She was quick, for the first time since I’ve known her she’s actually listened when I told her not to be long.

She doesn’t hang around and heads out straight past us.

“If you ever call her that again, I’ll let Pope know what you say about his daughter behind his back. We had a good night together but that didn’t give you rights to me, you stay away from me now.”

I leave her standing alone and unable to argue back, I can’t think about her now, all I want to know is if Kyla is okay.

Waiting by my bike I can’t tell if she’s pissed, upset or doesn’t care what she’s heard. Her face has stoned over.

She doesn’t even moan about having to ride on my bike again. Silently, I hand her the helmet and she silently takes it.

She follows my lead and sits behind me and holds on tight again, although I can feel her resistance to do so.

I’m thankful we can’t talk during the ride. Her perfume, light and floral compared to Jessica’s dark scent fills my senses in the wind. When I met her she was nothing but darkness, now on the road to recovery, she is nothing but light. I’ll be damned if I let anyone drag her down again.

When we arrive, I hold her hands clasped together around my waist as we slowly come to a stop. I don’t want her jumping off before I can talk to her.

“What Jess said back at the club…”

She cuts me off with a frustrated growl and I shut up.

“I don’t care what she thinks of me, it’s not any worse than what I think of myself or everyone else for that matter. Let’s have dinner and be normal like many people do every day.”

As soon as I release her hands, she whips her helmet off and uses my shoulders as leverage to get off the bike.

“What I heard isn’t a big deal.”

The front door opens and Alannah welcomes us in and Kyla is all smiles and politeness. For a half hour she talks with Alannah and Leo barely looking at me. She certainly doesn’t talk to me when dinner is called, I think she’ll have no choice but to talk to me not to be rude at the table but I am very wrong.

I might as well not be here. Cas and Alannah both are more interested in listening to Kyla tell them about her life with her mom, pre-junkie days of course.

“I never found it weird he didn’t live with us, most of my friends had parents who didn’t live together so it felt normal,” Kyla shrugs, still not meeting my eyes.

“I sometimes wondered where he disappeared to,” Alannah says, spoon feeding little Leo some ugly ass goo from his bowl. 

“I never would’ve thought this was his life away from us, he done a terrific job of pretending with me, I’m glad I’m staying with him though.”

“And how are you finding it working with Kristen?” Alannah asks her.

“She’s really nice, I didn’t think it would be so busy all the time but it keeps me occupied.”

“Well, you look a million times better,” she tells her.

“Babe,” Cas hisses, glaring at his wife to shut up.

“She’s right, I feel a million times better now too,” she smiles but it fades quickly.

I hope to God she isn’t thinking of Jessica and her big mouth. She said it wasn’t a big deal but she’s certainly acting like it is.

“Do you plan on sticking around long term, I know Pope is happy to have you here.”

I stop eating wanting to hear what she says.

“I’m not sure about long term, but definitely for the short term.”

Obviously having a job isn’t commitment for her, although, she is truly over qualified to be working in a pawn shop. It’s alright for Kristen as she owns the place, but Kyla is destined for better.

“Oh, Ricky, Jessica was looking for you earlier,” Alannah says, turning her attention to me.

I wish she hadn’t. Kyla looks down and concentrates on the food in front of her.

“She found me,” I mutter.

Alannah quickly looks at Kyla, then back at me and smirks. What’s she playing at?

Cas hides his amusement by stuffing a heap of potatoes into his mouth and Alannah raises her eyebrow at me. I shake my head and shovel my own potatoes into my mouth.

Silence falls over the rest of dinner and when Alannah and Kyla disappear into the kitchen, I lean across the table and ask Cas, “What was that all about?”

He chuckles.

“She’s just testing the waters, Pope must be the only one who hasn’t noticed you turning into a love sick puppy.”

“Fuck off,” I say, making him laugh.

“Alannah loves Pope, known him her whole life. In her own way if she thinks you two get together, Kyla will stay here permanently and Pope will be happier.”

Christ, if that ain’t pressure, I don’t know what is. I reckon Pope would rather her stay not being with me though.

“I would tell her to back off but I’d be wasting my breath, you have met my old lady haven’t you,” he adds, chuckling.

“Lana bringing up Jessica tonight of all nights is the worst, she heard Jess call her a junkie whore just before we left.” It still makes me cringe when I picture her face trying to rise above the comment.

“If it bothers her, you’ll see what she’s made off, she’s Pope’s daughter after all. My advice, don’t get between two women in the club unless you like having a constant pain your ass, if you like Kyla, focus on her. If not, don’t fuck about with her ‘cause I won’t be happy if a brother kills another brother.”

Cas leans back in his chair and scrubs his face.

“You’d be the brother who got killed, just to clarify,” he adds.

“Fucking hell,” I breathe heavily.

“My last piece of advice is to talk to Pope as soon as he gets back. He’ll take it as a personal insult if he thinks you’ve been going behind his back with his daughter. If it were my daughter, you would’ve already seen my fists flying towards your face. Pope trusts you with her because you’ve helped her more than anyone else, you don’t want him thinking you’ve taken advantage, even if Kyla is willing.”

I groan loudly and squeeze my eyes shut. Cas is right, I know he is, but no matter how much Pope kicks off about it, I can’t stay away from her.

When Kyla walks back into the room, she looks relaxed. Hopefully she has spoken to Lana and she cooled her down.

“Can you take me back now, I’ve had a long day and I’m tired,” she says, barely looking at me.

“Sure, I’ll meet you out by my bike,” I grunt, getting tired of this silence between us.

Again, she walks past me and out of the house after thanking Alannah for dinner and saying her goodbyes without looking or talking to me.

Cas walks me out and slaps me on the back.

“I wouldn’t wanna be in your boots tonight, good luck, brother.”

“Yeah, thanks,” I mumble, waving back to Alannah in the house.

Night is falling and the moon is shining bright on our way back to the clubhouse. Kyla is rigid holding onto me, but she rests her head on my back halfway home and makes me feel like I might be able to salvage something from our kiss earlier.

The bike hasn’t come to a full stop before Kyla is pushing away from me and I feel the emptiness between us again.

She tosses the helmet to the ground and heads towards the bar. Sighing, I pick it up and put it on my bike seat, slowly following after her. By the time I catch her up she is already up the stairs.

“I don’t need a babysitter anymore, I know where my room is,” she spits over her shoulder.

“I’m perfectly aware, Kyla.”

I reach her doorway and the door swings shut in my face.

Fuck this, she isn’t shutting me out for a second time in one day. We had something earlier and I’m not letting Jessica finish us before we’ve even started. Flirting and kisses are all good but I want more and I know Kyla does too.

Throwing open her door, I storm inside and she’s nowhere to be seen. Movement from the bathroom catches my attention and I throw open the door to find her already stripping out of her clothes while she waits for the shower warm up.