KNOW ME (DEFIANT Motorcycle Club)(10)

I nodded, clutching the clothes to my chest.  “Something like that.”
Orion Jackson looked at me seriously.  “In time,” he said.  He continued to stare at

me but his eyes were missing the frank lust which consumed him yesterday.  “After all,

” he said softly, “I always keep my promises, Kira.”
I grabbed the bag of toiletries I’d purchased at the drug store and retreated to the

bathroom.  Once I got a look at myself in the mirror I understood the meaning behind

Orion’s ambiguous glance.  Dressed in an oversized t-shirt, my hair around my

shoulders and my face free of makeup, I looked all of twelve years old.
I sat down on top of the closed toilet, thinking.  It was the provocative outfit I’d

arrived in yesterday which made Orion realize I was a woman now.  But if I covered my

body and went without makeup, he might remember me as the girl he’d known instead. 

And then he wouldn’t want me.  Not that way.
But was that the best idea?
As my mind remembered Orion’s touch, my body began to respond, my nipples hardening,

my center moistening. I didn’t have any other ideas right now and giving Orion his way

might give me some time to sort things out without having to worry every moment about

the cops or the SF’s.
I knew that wasn’t all there was to it though.  The hard truth was I wanted Orion as

much as he wanted me.  The hours of yesterday’s anguish had done something to me. 

Whatever innocence had lingered in my soul was shattered.  What sense did it make

holding on to my virginity?
By the time I emerged from the bathroom, Orion was nowhere in sight.  I found him

inside Riverbottom, talking in hushed tones with the gruff man who had spoken to me

first yesterday.  The man’s eyebrows rose at the sight of me and Orion watched my

entrance with an expression which managed to be somewhere between relief and desire. 

In Rachel’s short skirt and tight halter top, my face tastefully made up and my long

hair teased, I sure as hell didn’t look anything like the little girl he’d once

known.
The other man held out a hand.  “Kira,” he said.  “I’m Casper.”
“Oh, you’re Rachel’s, ah, man,” I finished, not terribly sure where they stood.
He laughed.  “Among other things.”   I noticed he was a few years younger than Orion,

though a head shorter and stockier.  He slapped Orion meaningfully on the side of the

arm and retreated to a corner which was occupied by a few of the other members of

Defiant who had been present the night before for the toast to my dead father.
Orion still watched me.  “You want a drink?”
I shook my head.  “No, it’s like not even noon.  And anyway, I guess I shouldn’t be

in here.  I’m not quite twenty yet.”
His gaze turned cool.  “I know how old you are, Kira. I was there the day you were

born.”
“Right,” I muttered.  Then I remembered something.  “Hey, our birthdays are only a

few days apart.”
He shrugged.  “So?”
“So, you must be having one next week, right?”
“Yeah, you’re right.”  Orion thought about that.  “Big Four Oh it’ll be for me.” 

He took a step toward me and moved so close I had to bend my head back to look up at

him.  “Must seem positively ancient to you.”
“Ancient?” I laughed.  “No, just a little antiqued perhaps.”
He was so close I could feel the heat of his body.  I wanted to look down.  I wanted to

see if that place between his legs bulged but instead I kept my eyes locked onto his.
“You hungry?” he asked me lightly, running a thick finger over my collarbone.
“Starving,” I admitted, shifting uneasily as my body responded to the heat of his

touch.
Orion snapped his fingers.  “Come on,” he said, placing a large hand at the small of

my back and leading me back to the clubhouse.
To my surprise, Orion let me to a tiny kitchen off the main room.  None of the other

club members were around.  He began searching through cabinets.  “Rice Crispies?” he

finally asked, holding up a blue box.
I nodded.  “Yes, thank you.”
He laughed to himself.  “So f*cking polite.”
Orion found a plastic bowl and poured cereal to the brim.  He also filled a coffee pot

and started brewing.  Then he stood in front of the sink, his large hands resting on

the stainless steel surface and his eyes staring out of the small window into the

scrubbed wasteland of the desert.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“Come over here, Kira,” he said, not looking at me.
I nervously obeyed and before I knew what was happening Orion’s hands were circled

around my waist as he lifted me onto the counter.  The tile surface was cool against my

thighs as the fabric of my skirt rode up.  Orion pushed my knees apart and with a shock

I felt his hands travel underneath my panties, squeezing my ass and lifting me as I