Beretta (MC#1)

Chapter 24- Her

Once again, I let go in the arms of the wind. Once again, I soar through the sunset forgetting all my problems. Cigarettes and leather fill my nose and the warmth of his body falls over me like a comforting blanket.

I don't know if he even notices me trying to discreetly run my fingers over his rock-hard abs. The thin white shirt he wears under his cut does nothing to hide his physique. And I love it. I run my numb fingers over the curve again. Yeah, I love it.

The patch on his cut scratches my face and I lift my face in an attempt to position it in a more comfortable position. Hair escape my bun and fly in to tickle my forehead because of the wind direction so I lift a hand to tuck it behind my ear but his hand clamps down on my wrist as he slows down a little. He takes my numb hand and kisses my knuckles in a rare moment before tucking it under his shirt for warmth. Now, I'm touching his bare abs and his hand keeps holding mine as if afraid I'll move if he lets go.

"Y'know it's very unsafe to drive with one hand", I say in his ear and he flinches. "Oh my god, Blaze-", I breath on his ear again and he squeezes it into his shoulder."- are you ticklish on your- your fucking ears?", I breath into his ear and he swerves for a second before righting again.

"Woman, you'll kill us both. And I'm a biker, practically grown up riding. You're completely safe", he grits out rubbing his ear against his shoulder.

"Where are we going?", I ask him now that we can actually hear each other without the wind.

"You'll see"

"If we are to build up this- this thing between us-", I motion between us "- then you must know that I absolutely hate surprises"

"You'll like this one", he simply says over his shoulder with a tiny smirk. And my heart turns to goo, this man is ruining my reputation in my own eyes. He holds the power to melt my heart with just one smile and I don't know if it's safe to have that kind of a weakness. My mood dampens at that.

He is my weakness.

Blaze notices my silence and speeds up. I am lost in my own head and I forget the wind, the freedom, his warmth; I forget everything. I remember why I never did this kind of thing in the first place- I remember what could happen if I tried now.

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I snap out of it when I smell the sea. I leave my fears behind when Blaze unlaces my favorite boots and my toes press into the sand.

"Let's go get coffee", he suggests, and I nod. Thinking how much more talkative he is right now. I can't ruin his progress. I can't tell him now.

"Yeah", we walk towards the small deserted coffee hut a few feet away. The guy supposed to be taking orders is asleep until we arrive. He jumps up when I tap him on the shoulder and quickly wipes his mouth.

"Hi, I'm service here at your Sam. What would you like to order?", I can't help but burst out laughing as 'Sam' quickly corrects himself, blushing hard. 

"Hi, one cappuccino and-", Blaze turns to me. "-one hot chocolate and two hotdogs and... one cinnamon bun please", I list off and skim his menu but find nothing else appealing.

"Won't you get something to eat?", I ask Blaze. And he stares at me blankly for a few moments. "don't expects me to share", I tell him.

"Make that 3 hotdogs please and thanks", I grab up my wallet but Blaze is quicker and hands Sam some cash and takes the brown paper bag from the counter while I get the drinks.

"Keep the change!", and we're rushing towards our spot against the rocks and under the small cliff.

"Hurry, we'll miss the sunset", he calls out behind him.

"Coming!"

"So...", I trail off once we plop down in the sand. I immediately start on my hotdog 1.

"So..."

"I was wondering about your- um, your family. Like you live at the clubhouse and-"

"They're dead", he says with a distant look. His eyes speak of tragedy and sadness and I don't like that. A faint piercing pain weighs down my soul. I don't like that look.

"We used to be the best, the mighty and feared. The Hell's angels. And now no one but me remains from them. Me, a coward who ran when my people were dying, burning alive", I move closer to him, but he holds up a halting hand.

"I don't deserve it. I don't even deserve to be alive", he tells me silently and looks away. Above us the moon and its companions blink sadly at us.

"What? Look at me-", I turn his face towards me, and he reluctantly lets me "- look at me, you idiot. Don't you ever say that again. Don't you ever, ever say that again, you big oaf", he blinks and devastating tears run down his cheeks.

I can't help it anymore and I lean in close to him, looking straight into his lovely eyes. I lean in closer and kiss one tear from his left cheek then kissing the other one from his right cheek. I lean back and he looks at me with an expression I can't decipher.

Then he's kissing me. His mouth on mine and can taste the salt from his tears as he cradles my face in both his hands, groaning softly when I pull at his hair. Yep, soft as silk- just like I imagined. His gigantic hands cover all of my face and I straddle his lap like a baby.

The coffee has long gone cold and the cinnamon bun forgotten. The waves crash behind me and the stars blink down on us. But there's nothing I'm aware of but him and his hands and his warmth. And just him.