Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Most old ladies rode on the back of their men’s bikes. It’s why her mother would always ride at her father’s back. However, she was starting to understand that the few times her mother didn’t, and she did, it was her father making a statement. Not that she could blame him, as her mother had numerous affairs and hadn’t made life easy for him.
She pushed those thoughts out of her mind and just enjoyed being with Savage. She didn’t need to think about her parents. All she had to do was focus on the two of them, seeing as that was most important at this moment.
They rode for a long time. She didn’t get tired at all; however, the helmet was a little annoying, as she wanted to feel the wind on her face. She didn’t take it off, and they finally arrived after a good hour’s drive to what appeared to be a bar. It was out in the middle of nowhere, but it looked like a really nice, family-style bar. There were tables outside and a parking area. Soft music played from inside, and there were a lot of couples and families.
She didn’t see any sign of other biker clubs. Savage parked in the back and held his hand for her to take as she shimmied off the bike. She didn’t fall on her ass, but that happened when she was a kid, until she had gotten used to being on the back of bikes.
Once she was steady, Savage didn’t let her hand go, and he turned off his ignition and climbed off. He surprised her even more by keeping hold of her hand and spinning her close, so she was constantly within touching distance. This meant a lot to her. It made her heart race, and in that moment, she was so freaking happy, she couldn’t help but smile.
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Savage knew he was crossing a great deal of boundaries doing what he did. If Doc ever found out, that would be the end of him. He didn’t think his Prez would remove him from the club, however, if this went any further with Charlotte, he would be able to kiss his time at the club goodbye. The guys would all see it as a betrayal.
He wasn’t fucking playing with Charlotte, though. He wasn’t looking to get a quick fuck out of her. He enjoyed spending time with her, and it was scaring him. From that moment at the fucking fair, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. The need to protect her was so strong, he couldn’t even fathom his own feelings because of it.
He’d chosen this place as it didn’t have any motorcycle clubs close by. He would be able to come here, unnoticed, without wearing his patch. They would be able to have some fun without it getting back to Doc. Also, this was an actual date. Charlotte didn’t know that yet, but this was his very first date.
The smile on her lips made him so damn happy. All he ever wanted to do was make her happy. He was not a nice man. He had never had anything nice, other than the club, good things didn’t come to him. Savage had gotten used to a life that liked to shit on him from a great height. He knew life was hard, and that was one of the many reasons he was being careful with Charlotte.
They found a small table, and the waitress came over. He ordered the large burger with extra cheese, and the house special with the fries. Charlotte ordered the same, and the music had gone from a slow number to something quite fast. He noticed she kept looking toward the dance floor. Seeing as their table had already been registered, no one was waiting to take it.
“Come on,” he said, reaching for her hand.
“What?”
“It’s time to dance.”
“But our food?” she asked.
“We’ll see when it comes. I’m sure it’s going to take longer than a dance.”
He had to tug her away from their table, and he wondered why, but he saw the panic in her eyes.
“I can’t dance,” she said.
“Neither can I.” He gave her a little spin and pulled her into his arms. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t try.”
The laugher that came made him laugh along with her. He wasn’t kidding, there was no way he could dance; however, no one there really could dance. Couples were just moving to the beat of the music, and Savage wanted any reason to keep spinning Charlotte so that she collapsed against him. He absolutely loved feeling her, and listening to her laugher was infectious.
She giggled, he held her hands as she did a weird little tap dance, and he followed suit. She fell back against him as they both laughed, and the dance changed, because of course, the music would change to a slow song.