Chief's Angel (Biker Rockstar Series Book Three) (5 page)

“Did you get a piece of that fine ass?”

I snort. “It was our first date.”

“Not even a taste.”

Remembering the events of the previous night, I flush. “Maybe a taste.”

“Oh
God, describe…I need mental images.”

“No, I’m not sharing.” Those images are definitely all mine. I tap my temple and smile, “This up here is my secret image diary.”

Jaxson is quite obviously less than impressed with my new found discretion, and has no qualms in telling me so. “Horrible woman.”

“We’re going out again today.”

“Oh, do spill?”

“He is taking me on a ride.”

I should have thought about my choice of words more carefully because Jaxson is straight in there with the innuendo. “Ooh-er!”

I shoot Jaxson a look that quite clearly means ‘shut the hell up’. He raises his hands and backs away by means of an apology but he knows I can’t stay mad at him for long.

“With the bikers?”

I nod.
“Apparently.”

“Oh my
God, are you scared?”

“I’m not really sure; Caden seems to think everything will be okay so I guess I’ll find out later.”

“I wonder if there are any hot, single ones?”

I laugh loudly.
“You and a biker? Now that I would like to see!”

“Hey, I could pull off leather.”

“You, Jaxson, could pull off anything but I would advise against it.”

He grins and leaps off the bed. “Your Mother is here by the way.”

“What?!” I cry, leaping up. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted the gossip first.”

“Jaxson!”

I dress quickly and rush out of my room. My Mother is in the kitchen tidying up last night’s dishes.
God the woman can’t help herself. She is dressed perfectly, as always, in a black blouse and smooth black skirt. She turns when I walk in, and her nose crinkles.

“Why were you sleeping so late, are you ill?”

Not even a ‘good morning’ before the interrogation; this ought to be good. “No, I was just tired. We’ve been busy unpacking.”

“Of course.
I called over to see if you’d like to go to lunch today?”

Jaxson chokes on his coffee and I give him a truly evil glare. That boy will be the death of me!

“Ah no sorry, I can’t. I have plans.”

“Oh, okay, maybe another day?”

Wow that was easy… too easy. “Of course, I would love that.” I smile, and her face lights up.

“Have you spoken to Greg?”

There it is; the real reason why she wanted to take me to lunch. “Mother, you know Greg and I don’t see eye to eye. Why must you push?”

“He’s good for you Amanda; I really think you should give him a chance.”

“Look,” I sigh, growing impatient, “it’s not that I don’t like him but I’m just not looking right now.”

My Mother shoots me her
well-practiced look of distain, “You don’t have to look when you have a good one right in front of you.”

“Mother…” I warn.

“Okay, I’ll be quiet. Just don’t forget the charity dinner next month; Greg is taking you.”

“How could I forget?” I smile sweetly, though I’m gritting my teeth.

Mission accomplished, she moves on to the next line of questioning. “Why are there so many dirty dishes? Don’t you wash up after dinner?”

“We were tired.”

“This apartment needs a good clean.”

“Only just moved in Mother, we are getting there.”

Placing her jacket over her arm she reaches down the side of the couch for her purse, “Okay, well, I have an appointment to make. Call me and we’ll do lunch.”

“Okay.”

She kisses me goodbye and then turns to Jaxson.

“Goodbye Jaxson
,” she smiles sweetly.

“Later Moms
,” he says chirpily.

When she leaves, I breathe a sigh of relief. Making my way into the kitchen I open the fridge and scan the very poor contents.

“Lucky she didn’t look in here.” I mutter to myself.

“Right about that
,” Jaxson says, coming up behind me.

I pull out some bread, and slide it into the toaster before pouring myself a coffee. As I am waiting for my toast to cook, I call Caden to see what time we’ll be going today. He answers after about five rings.

“Hey, it’s me.” I say, leaning against the wall behind me.

“Hey Angel.”

“I was just calling to see what time you wanted me today?”

“Anxious to see me?”
I can hear the smile on his voice. “Be there in half an hour.”

“What?!”
I shriek. Clearly this man has no idea of the level of preparation required before meeting the pseudo-family of your ‘sort-of-boyfriend’. “I’m still in my nightie!”

He chuckles, “Stay in it.”

“Pervert.”

A laugh sounds out, “Alright you got me. Be there soon okay?”

“Ok, what should I wear? Jeans?”

“Sounds good to me… or you could opt for nothin’.”

“Nice try.”

“A man has to try, right?”

“Right. See you soon.”

“Later.”

I grin and hang up the phone, before pulling out my toast and slathering it with butter.

“How do you eat butter like that and not get a fat ass?” Jaxson asks, sliding on the bench beside me.

Talking with my mouthful – I might be a Princess but I’m still human – I manage not to spray him with crumbs, “I work out.”

“That will increase soon…” He says waggling his eyebrows.

“Stop it, you’re giving me ideas.”

He laughs loudly. “I love when you’re playful.”

“Well,” I say, crunching on another piece of toast. “I have to get dressed, he’ll be here soon.”

I finish my breakfast, then I shower and pretty myself up. By the time I get out into the lounge, Caden is already inside my apartment. Jaxson is chatting casually to him, and they seem to be getting along reasonably well. Caden’s eyes fall on me, and he grins.

“Hello there.”

“Hello yourself.”

“I was just talking about your nasty habits with your room mate.”

I give Jaxson a panicked look and they both burst out laughing.

“Told you she would fall for that.”

“Jaxson, you’re horrible,” I say, walking over to the counter to get my purse.

“I know.” He calls, as he disappears down the hall.

Before I can turn, Caden is behind me; his lips are on my neck.

“I missed you last night.”

“Did you now?”

“Mmmmmm.”

He shifts my hair to the side and licks my neck softly; I moan and lean my head back against his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his lips moving over my skin. He spins me around and presses a soft, but hot, kiss to my lips. I pull back and give him a weak, lusty smile. He looks gorgeous today, wearing his black leather jacket for riding. He is
wearing a thick black belt, with a silver buckle and black jeans that cup his ass in a very, very yummy way.

“Ready to go?”

“I’m ready.”

We yell our goodbyes to Jaxson, and then head out front. Caden throws me a leather jacket and I pull it on and slip on the helmet.

“Now that’s hot,” he says, gripping my hips and pulling me close.

Pretending to be outraged, but secretly loving it, I chastise him. “Behave! It’s only our second date.”

He growls, but lets me go. We get on the bike and ride until Caden pulls up in front of a large, white house. Where not the first here; there are at least twenty bikes already parked up. I feel my eyes widen, and my heart speed up.

“Is this your house?”

“No, mine’s next door. This is Max’s house, he is the club President.”

“Oh.”

I turn my eyes to the house next door and admire its beauty. The beautiful, large wooden house is situated right across the road from the beach and it really stands out. Caden takes my hand and walks me into the house we have pulled up at; it looks very similar to his. When we get out back, I see a group of twenty or so men sitting around chatting. They stop when we walk in, and their gazes rake over me.

“Guys, this is Angel,” Caden says, pulling me into his side.

“Angel?” I question.

“That is what you are to me, so it is what you are to them.”

“Angel, these are my brothers; the Phoenix Motorcycle Club members. The only two you need to know by name are the President and his best bud,” He points to two men standing and grinning at me. One is very handsome, with grey eyes and salt and pepper hair. The other is older, with a goatee and long grey hair. “Max and Bill.”

The handsome man steps forward and offers me his hand. “Pleased to meet you Angel, I’m Max.”

I smile and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you Max.”

“And I’m Bill.” The other man says, shaking my hand too.

“Thanks for having me today.”

“Any friend of Chief’s is a friend of ours.”

Chief…I still wasn’t used to that.

“Daddy!”

I turn to see a young blonde haired boy running towards Max. His grey eyes twinkle as he bounds over and stops in front of him.

“What is going on boy?” Max says.

“Samuel was annoying me, so I hit him with my bat and now his Momma is mad.”

Max crouches down in front of his son. “Trav
is, what did I say about hittin’ people?”

“Well, he started it.”

“Well now I have to face his Momma.”

“Who is that lady?” He asks, pointing towards me.

I smile down at him, taking in his beauty. The boy is going to grow to be a dazzling man.

“This is Chief’s friend Angel.”

Travis stares up at me in awe. “Are you a real Angel?”

“I wish honey.”

He grins and puts up his hand, “High five?”

I slap his hand and laugh as he runs off.

Caden stands behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “That is Max’s boy, he’s nearly five.”

“He’s sweet.”

“He lives a pretty rough life; his Momma ran off and left him with Max.”

“That’s sad,” I say, watching the young boy running around.

“He’s a good kid.”

“So, how long have you two been seeing each other?” Max asks, leaning back against the door, lighting a cigarette and inhaling deeply.

“Not long,” I say.

Exhaling a series of perfectly formed smoke rings, Max points his cigarette towards Caden. “Careful of this one; he’s a fuckin’ rascal.”

Caden glares at Max and growls, “Careful Max.”

Max waves Caden away with a flick of his wrist. “
Ahhh calm down boy, I won’t spill all your dirty little secrets.”

“I don’t have any.”

Max raises an eyebrow in Caden’s direction. This doesn’t look good. “How is Dani going to take this new flame?”

I feel awkward right about now, really awkward, and who the hell is Dani?!

“Fuck Dani! She don’t have a claim to me anymore.”

Uh oh; an ex-girlfriend.
Marvelous.

“Dani doesn’t seem to think that.”

“Dani’s a slut.”

Wow…

“Careful speaking like that in front of the lady.” Max laughs, winking at me and walking away.

Caden turns me to face him. “Sorry about that, he can be a handful.”

“Should I be worried?”

“About Max or Dani?”

“Dani.”

He sighs, “No, but she didn’t take our break up well and tends to be…a pain in my ass.”

Great; just what I needed. As if I wasn’t nervous enough about my relationship, now I have a batshit-crazy ex-girlfriend to contend with. “How long ago did you break up?”

“A month, give or take.”

“A month?” I cry.

“It doesn’t matter; it was over long before that. It was over when she fucked my best friend.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, how long were you together?”

“Over a year.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Look, it’s over with now. Let’s just forget it ok?” He says, meeting my gaze.

Sucking in a deep breath, I nod my head at Caden. I resolve to put all thoughts of crazy ex-girlfriends out of my head and just enjoy today for what it is. “Sure.”

“So, are you ready for the ride?”

“I think so.”

When all the bikers are ready, we pile onto the bikes. I slide on behind Caden and wrap my arms around his waist. When the Harleys fire up, the sound sends shivers through my body. To be protected by such a huge brotherhood must be quite an incredible feeling; I know I feel safe right now and I’m not even a member. Caden glides out smoothly and we follow the mass of Harley’s out onto the road. I grip Caden tighter as we speed up, and a smile stretches across my face.