The Biker's Fate

Chapter 299: Chapter 299

Lily

TUESDAY MORNING CAME, and I woke with a groan... and not a good one. Instead of my man waking me by doing something delicious to my body, I was jarred awake by his phone buzzing on the nightstand next to the bed.

The bed jostled, and Maverick whispered, "Hello?" He sighed. "Yeah. Yep. Okay. Bye."

I rolled over and slid my arm around his waist. He dropped his phone on the nightstand and pulled me closer. "Gotta head back."

"What?" I squeaked. "No way. We have three hours!"

"Our dads want us home. Mom said we don’t have to clean up."

I sat up and frowned down at him. "Something’s up if we’re not expected to wash the sheets."

He dragged his hands over his face. "Sounds like it."

"I’m washing the sheets."

Maverick dropped his hands and looked up at me.

"Before you argue, it’s gross," I said. "I would not want to sleep in a bed with dirty sheets, so I refuse to leave them like this. You go shower, I’ll start the washer, and then you can throw them in the dryer before we go."

He tugged me down on top of him. "Quickie first."

I obliged.

We climbed into Maverick’s truck an hour later. While he’d showered, I’d changed the sheets, thrown the others in the washer, made coffee, and managed to whip up a quick breakfast. After that, Maverick loaded everything in the dishwasher while I showered.

"We kind of rocked that out of the park," I said as he pulled away from the beach house.

Maverick nodded. "We’re obviously a power couple in more ways than one."

"We’re totally going to make marriage our bitch."

Maverick laughed and reached for my hand. "We’ll have eighty years to do it."

"Only eighty?" I challenged.

"Do you really want to live past a hundred and three, baby doll?"

"If I’m with you, hell yeah."

He kissed my palm. "Okay, forever, then."

"Better." I grinned. "Besides, think about how good my blowjobs will be when I don’t have any teeth."

Maverick bellowed with laughter. "Holy shit, Lil."

I grinned. "You’re thinking about a blow job now, huh?"

"Hell, yeah, I am."

"Sorry, not sorry." I squeezed his hand and relaxed against the truck seat. We drove in comfortable silence, the music of Jackson Jackson and the Citizens filling the space. I knew I’d have to get back to reality sooner than later, but I chose to ignore that fact, sitting close to my man in the truck while he drove us back to real life. My heart fell as we drove into our neighborhood, and Maverick pulled into his driveway.

"I’m not ready," I admitted.

"Me neither." He turned off the ignition and faced me. "I’ve gotta head down to the club."

"Now?"

"Yeah."

I sighed. "For the record, I hate this."

"It’s time, Lil."

"Is it?" I challenged, releasing my seatbelt. "Because I was under the impression we were going to live our life for ourselves, not the club."

He slipped his hand around my neck and stroked my pulse. "If you really don’t want me in, Lil, say it now."

Shit! I hated it when he did this to me. "Can I think about it? Even if it’s just for a few days?"

"Yep."

"Do you really want to do this, Mav? I mean I get that you want to protect me and everything, but don’t patch in if it’s not what you want. Dad’ll deal with the Club side of things. You can stay out of it."

He stared at me for a few tense seconds. "I want in, Lil. But if you don’t want it, you know the deal—I’m out."

I sighed, biting my lip. "Let me sleep on it, okay?"

His hand slipped away from my neck. "Yeah, baby doll." frёewebηovel.cѳm

"Are you mad?"

He shook his head and climbed out of the truck, walking around the hood to my side. He pulled open the door and helped me down. I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him. "You seem mad."

He wove his hands into my hair and tilted my head back. "Not mad, Lil. Promise. Just need you with me on this. But you’re more important to me than the Club... or anything, baby doll... so if you’re not one hundred percent in, then we’re out."

He leaned down and kissed me, and I gripped his T-shirt like it was a lifeline. Adulting sucked. Especially now that Maverick and I had to make decisions that would affect the rest of our lives. It was daunting.

Maverick broke the kiss and stroked my cheek. "I’ll carry your bag in then I’ve gotta go."

I nodded, and after Maverick had grabbed my duffel, I led him next door to my house. Unlocking the door, I pushed it open and heard the beep of the alarm. "It’s just me!" I called.

"Is Maverick with you?" Case asked, and I heard footsteps jogging toward us.

"I’m here, bud," Maverick said, dropping my bag to the floor just before Case arrived in the foyer.

Case grinned and gave Mav the ’fist.’ "I made JV."

"You did?" I asked.

Case nodded.

"Dude, that’s awesome!" Maverick exclaimed. "Did you get running back?"

"Yeah. Coach says if I keep going the way I’m going, I’ll be starting varsity next year."

"I’m so proud of you." I hugged my brother. At fifteen, he was already a total stud, and the hours he and Maverick spent throwing a football around had obviously paid off.

"We’ll go out this week, and you can tell me all about it," Maverick said. "I’ve gotta head out right now, though."

Case gave him a very manly chin lift. "Cool."

I turned and kissed Maverick quickly. "Be safe."

"Always, baby doll."

Then he was out the door, and I reset the alarm. "Is Mom around?"

Case nodded. "Laundry room, I think."

"Thanks." I squeezed his arm. "Super proud of you, little brother."

"’Preciate it, big sister."

I headed upstairs to the laundry room and peeked inside. "Mom?"

She jumped, spinning in place with her hand on her heart. "Ohmigod, Lil, you scared the shit out of me."