Page 36 of Indie
“It’s even better when the bulk of the tourists have gone home and it’s just the island, its residents and the sea,” he slid an arm around behind me, hugging it around my hips and pulling me in closer, a funny combination of safety and excitement crossing my skin.
“Your mam been here long?”
Indie nodded. “It was her favourite place when I was a kid. We used to come often. She would ride behind my dad and me behind my Uncle Ade.”
“I don’t think I’ve met him?”
“Ade?”
I nodded this time.
“Be difficult. He’s dead.”
“Shit. Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Was a long time ago. My father is the only one left of three brothers. Ade was killed first and then Si, about eleven years ago.
“When my parents split up, she got a hefty chunk of money out of him as part of the divorce. Rightly really, he treated her like shit. Always another woman in the background he was fucking about with. Anyway, she moved out here. She sells her paintings to the tourists and the coffee shops and just does her thing. Never met anyone else. I don’t think there was anyone else for her. Only my dad, and he was an arsehole to her.”
I bit my lip, unable to ignore the venom in Indie’s voice.
“She doesn’t like the bike club either, huh?”
“No. She blames the Kings for half of his behaviour, for how they treated women back then, as a sexual convenience.”
“And are they still like that?”
Indie stopped, turning me into him, pushing his finger under my chin so that he held my gaze prisoner with his.
“No, Spuggy. Not inherently. We…I have worked hard to clean the image up the last few years. I can’t speak for all the guys in the club, hell the twins just love to share.”
“Twins? Share?”
“Trust me, you’ll understand when you meet them,” he rolled those rich brown eyes, sunlight suddenly breaking from behind a cloud, and his face shone, the light glinting off the grey in his hair, making it more silver than ever before, God-like. A God dressed head to toe in black leather.
“I don’t share, Emmie. And I don’t cheat.”
I went to smile in response, but the movement stopped, his lips pressing against mine, a careful kiss, tentative and gentle, the tip of his tongue gently dipping between my lips, teasing and stroking. And under the leather jacket, my body fired up, every millimetre of my being coming alive. I pressed back against him, pushing harder against his mouth, my fingers grazing his neck, the roughness of shaven skin under the flesh of my fingertips. Teasing my fingernails up the back of his neck, I moved over the short, cropped hair until my hands were lost in the thick tufts, pulling our faces together.
And now his lips moved faster, his tongue more determined, probing and stroking against mine, his hand snaking under the leather jacket he’d made me wear. Pulling back slightly, I traced my tongue over his bottom lip, smooth and fleshy, and then I sucked on it, pulling the blood just under the surface where I could taste the tiny hint of metal. Then I nipped at the spot with enough force to hear him wince, and his arms wrap round me tighter, pulling my body into his.
“Careful, Spuggy. Anymore of that and I’ll fuck you on the altar in those ruins over there for the entire tourist population to see.”
My stomach tightened, my pussy pulsing suddenly, any common sense and preservation I had left, leaving me immediately.
“Yes please,” I whispered. “Fuck me anywhere you want.”
Indie made a noise. A low vibration that I felt through my mouth and across my tongue, down through my stomach and all the way to the place I wanted him the most.
“One day, little sparrow. One day, I’ll sacrifice your pussy to whatever God might hear your cries. But right now, we’ve anhour’s ride home and you have kids to pick up. And whilst I fear the wrath of no God, I can’t really say the same about the wrath of your kids.”
He smiled at me, warm and rich, his brown eyes lit with an expression I’d never seen on him before. And then he bent forward, placing a kiss on my forehead, warm and soft.
We’d not been on the road long, crossing the causeway and leaving the beautiful sultry island of Lindisfarne behind us. Indie had shifted his weight from side to side, only slightly, but enough that the bike felt like it was making the tiniest alterations underneath us. And then suddenly another bike pulled up alongside, another sitting just behind him, just behind our right flank. The surrounding air was filled with an orchestra of angry growls, of multiple bikes, all vibrating loudly at slightly different times, so it felt like an angry mob of lions chasing us down the road.
The lead rider moved his hand, two gloved fingers pointing at us and then up ahead, before moving them in a sort of wave and now we were moving away, towards a wide layby on the side of the road.
Chapter Eighteen