Ch. 1: Match Made in Hell
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I growled, tossing black top after black top over my shoulder. School started in less than thirty minutes and my badass complex had to be perfectly portrayed in my first day of school outfit. I've changed over the summer and I was not letting anyone forget it. God damnit, I have to go, I thought. Patch was due any minute and the last thing I needed this morning was a repeat of last time I opened the door for him topless. A slow blush spread across my cheeks as I recalled that memory and at last my hands clutched the fabric of the missing piece, black peplum top with black leather capped sleeves. Paired with my black jeans that were practically a second skin on me; my endless legs dragged seamlessly to the top's cinched waist.
A low whistle rang out from my bedroom door. I jumped and clutched my chest as I whipped around to face the intruder.
"Damn Angel," Patch mumbled, eyes slowing scanning me from top to bottom, lingering as he examined the stretch of my legs.
I gave him a quick twirl and made my way slowly over to him, taking in his also breathtaking appearance, "Damn yourself," I replied breathlessly. Dark blue Henley's on him were my weakness and paired with his black jeans we looked like a match made in Hell.
"You ready?" he asked, grabbing my hand and starting towards the door without a response.
"Yeah, just need my shoes and bag," I said as I bent quickly and snatched my bag off of the floor. My shoes were next, all black high-top sneakers, Patch's most recent gift to me. I jam my feet in the already worn soles and followed Patch to the front door. Out of the small window next to the door, I saw the gleam of his shiny black Harley parked my driveway. My heart jumped just thinking of climbing on the back.
"Is the bike okay?" Patch asked, sensing my old hesitation. I hopped up on my tiptoes, gripped his collar and placed a kiss on his surprised lips.
"It's perfect," I whispered into his lips. I detached and stepped out of the door, leaving him still hesitant in the doorway. Old Nora was weary about the bike and she never kissed first. Old Nora was a bitch and I worked hard to kill her, but the transition was still new for everyone.
I continued across the porch and skipped down the stairs, satisfied with Patch's reaction to me and excited to see what I could do to others with this new attitude. I glanced back at Patch, looking up at him through my eyelashes.
"You coming babe?" I purred, eyelashes fluttering as my dark curls draped over my shoulders and framed my faux innocent face. His eyelids lowered and a dark look shaded his face. I would have mistaken that look for danger if I his lips didn't sink into a delicious, devious smirk. I know a lot of things I could do with this new attitude Angel, he growled into my mind, winking as we made eye contact. My new found bravery couldn't hide the blush that christened my face so I whipped around to face the bike ahead of me. I felt Patch make his way behind me, torso flush with my back. He led me from behind to the motorcycle and reached around me for my helmet perched on the back of the seat. He made his way around me, never lessening the distance between us, and placed the helmet on my head. Then he slid gracefully onto the Harley, glancing back at me when he was ready for me to hop on. I grinned and tried to replicate his fluid motions, but only managed to not fall once perched on the seat. I slid closer to Patch, securing him between my thighs and wrapping my arms around his waist. I could practically see the smirk on his face, as he revved the engine and raced down the driveway toward school.
And as breathless as the ride made me, the hum of the motorcycle vibrating through me caused my heart rate to jump deliciously. I loved how my adrenaline spiked and the warmth of Patch's body brushed against my thighs. Why was I ever so hesitant with this thing?