I made my way to Jay's room with a smile on my face. Today had been perfect. I surprised myself at how much I'd opened up to Carly, but I found that I enjoyed it. She had a way about her that made it easy to talk to her, to open up.
I was still pissed at Candi for what she'd done at the supermarket. I'd made it quite clear these past few weeks that I wasn't interested in the club girls loose pussy. The brothers all knew why and constantly ribbed me about me and Carly, but the club girls all thought I was playing hard to get or some shit. Like I'd ever had to.
I enter Jay's room and grin at the sight before me. Jay's entire room is full of everything motorbike. From the covers of his bed to the posters on his wall. He has little figurines lined up around him, grinning from ear to ear as he arranges them.
"Oh?" he says, looking up from the figurines to me, the grin staying present on his face, "Mr Swash! LOOK! Look at my bikes!" he says, jumping from the floor and over the figurines. He grabs ahold of my hand and pulls me over to them, pulling me to my knees as he picks each one up, showing me them one by one. "This is my favourite!" he says, holding up a small figurine of a Harley Davidson Fat Boy similar to mine. I chuckle and take it from his hand, turning it to look at all angles.
"It's my favourite too, Jay-man. It's nearly the same as my bike. Maybe one day your mum will let me take you on a ride, aye?" I ask, handing the figurine back to him.
"W-Weally? Like a weal motaa-bikes?" he asks hurriedly, tripping over his words. I chuckle softly and ruffle his hair with a nod.
"Yep, as long as you be a good boy, don't see why not," I say, smiling down at the young boy.
"YAY! YAY!" He squeals, jumping from his spot and bouncing up and down, his face gleaming with happiness.
I chuckle and spend the next hour playing with Jay, letting him show me all his toys and what he likes best. I'm currently laying on my stomach against the floor, smashing a miniature t-rex figurine into an army tank figurine, pretending to eat it with a roar. Jay's laughing as he rams his little Harley Davidson Fatboy figurine into the t-rex, knocking it out of my hand. "Wheeeeeeeeelie!!" he squeals, running the bike over and over the t-rex's head.
"Tea is ready! Come and get it!!" Carly shouts from the kitchen, loud enough for me and Jay to hear. I look at Jay and see him pouting down at his toys, not liking that playtime is finished.
"Come on bud, I'm starving. Let's pack this up and go get some grub. It smells wicked!" I say, grabbing up a handful of toys and lifting them into his Toy Story toybox. He huffs out his annoyance but helps me by grabbing the rest of the toys, putting them away. I smile and stand, dusting my hands on my jeans. I look over at Jay and see him copying me, making me smile. Never thought I'd be here doing this, but I can't say I don't enjoy it.
I take Jay's small hand in mine, feeling the warmth of him as I lead him out into the kitchen. Carly's laid out 3 spots with plates, food steaming on top of them. Steak, some mash potato and veggies with a medium sized jug of gravy in the middle of the table with salt and pepper shakers on either side.
"Sit guys, time to eat," she says, wiping her hands on a tea towel. I smile and walk over, kissing her cheek in thanks.
"Looks amazing babe," I whisper into her ear, seeing her body shiver as I speak. I grin at the effect I have on her, she does the same to me with everything she does.
I sit down at the table next to Jay who is bouncing in his chair. Carly sits my plate down in front of me, then a plate in front of Jay before sitting on the other side of Jay with her plate. I lick my lips and look down at the meal. The smell wafting from it has my mouth watering. "Thanks for the meal," I say before digging in.
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Carly's Ride (Burning Knights MC) || Watty's 2019
RomanceA woman scarred by her past, A man on a mission to get her in his bed, And an enemy working in the shadows ready to destroy the relationship they're building. Carly Rizer: 3 years ago I left my entire life behind to escape from him. Leaving with...