His face furrowed as he asked, “Is Ghost not treating you right?”
“He’s fine. I don’t see him that often, and I don’t want him to get upset that I did something so reckless.”
Dean chuckled as he released me. “But that’s us, isn’t it, Willow? We’ve always been reckless when it comes to each other.” He paused then asked, “How did you find me?”
“I . . . I saw you yesterday and decided to follow you. I know it was crazy, but I couldn’t help myself.”
“Why?” he asked. I shook my head, and he leaned forward so his lips were barely brushing mine as he asked again, “Why did you follow me, Willow?”
“I missed you,” I rushed out then felt my face grow hot.
I knew I was blushing, and when I tried to turn away, he placed one hand on the back of my neck and brought his lips to mine, kissing me softly. Pulling back, he whispered, “I’ve missed you too. So much.”
The rash decisions that my mother said were going to either put me ahead in life or drag me down overtook any rational thought. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer to me and kissed him, needing the connection. His lips parted as our tongues swirled together, reacquainting.
All too soon, the hoots of passersby drew our embrace to a conclusion, and I reluctantly withdrew my arms from around his neck. He felt right pressed up against me, but I needed to remind myself that he lived in South Dakota and I lived in Chicago, and that long distance wouldn’t work.
“Do you want to go back inside for a drink, or would you like to go for a ride?” he asked.
I smiled and asked, “Your bike or mine?”
The feral grin on his face was beautiful as he responded, “Let’s both ride and then we can park your bike and take mine.”
I smirked. “Are you sure you don’t want to ride with me?”
He leaned over and said, “I’ll let you ride me anytime you want.”
Licking my lips, I felt the desire for him growing. He must have felt it too as he took my hand and led me back into the loud, smokey bar. The Sinners and the Phantom Renegades were having a great time as we walked up to the table.
Dean looked down at a man with longer hair and a patch that said ‘Raven’. “Are you good to get the brothers back to the clubhouse?”
Roughstock looked over with a smile and asked, “Going somewhere?”
He pulled me next to him and draped an arm over my shoulder as he announced, “Willow and I are going for a ride. We’ll see everyone back at the Sin Den later.”
Ghost stood, and I expected him to raise a fuss, or at least demand I stay near him. I nearly fell over in shock when he bumped knuckles with Dean and said, “Keep the rubber on the road, brother.”
Dean guided me outside, and we began to walk down the sidewalk, passing countless vendors selling overpriced goods to the unsuspecting bikers in attendance. There were patches from all over the country on display, as well as every color, shape, and style of bike imaginable. The lot where the Phantom Renegades bikes were parked was up on the left, and when we got to the entrance, I stopped and looked at him.
He smiled and said, “The Sinners have a space a block up on the other side. I’ll meet you there and we can take off.”
I nodded, and when he leaned over and took my face into his hands before gently kissing me, I knew I was about to fall in love with him all over again.
This time, there wasn’t anyone telling me I couldn’t be with him, and if anyone tried, I may have run them down with my bike.
I was never anyone’s property, but for Jigsaw, I was willing to change my mind.
Chapter 8
Jigsaw
When Willow walked outside, I began to speak with her brother, now the Phantom Renegades President. Paige made eye contact with me as she stood from the other side of Ghost and pointed to the direction Willow left.
“What’s with the shirts?” I asked him, and he took a swallow of his beer and shook his head.
“After you left, she turned cold. I’m not sure what transpired between the two of you, but it changed her, and when you renounced your colors, I think it broke something inside her,” Ghost admitted.
I glanced around to see if anyone was paying us attention, but all I saw was our clubs sharing beers, stories, and laughs. I turned back to him and lowered my voice.
