Page 77 of His Loyal Rebel

The distance to Tracy's house wasn't far from the clubhouse. That meant the house would be a short trip from the clubhouse and the restaurant when she had to go to work. She'd have more time to spend with Whip instead of making her commute longer.

At the edge of town, Whip pulled into a driveway. She looked straight ahead, over his shoulder. A brown single-story house with brick halfway up the siding sat nestled on the property with a backdrop of birch trees.

It was fancier than anything she'd ever rented and much bigger.

He stopped in front of the double garage and shut off the engine. "Hop off."

She slid to the side until her foot touched the ground, then climbed off the seat while holding on to his arm. She fingered the strap of her helmet, figuring out how the material weaved through the metal ring.

"I got you." Whip made quick work of taking the helmet off her.

She gazed around the front yard as she walked with him. There was nothing fancy in the yard, only a lone flowerbed at the foundation line, but it was lovely with several roses planted outside and a clump of three birch trees in the front yard, providing some shade.

Whip unlocked the door and stepped out of her way. She went inside, excitement filling her.

A brick fireplace took up half the far wall. The carpet looked in good shape and newer, not quite the shag she was used to in all the places she'd rented before.

"There are three bedrooms. Our room will be at the end of the hall. There's a bathroom in the room, too." He walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. "There's enough space in the backyard to build a shop."

"You can't build or change anything in a rental." She walked over to the sliding door in the kitchen/dining room. "Oh, it is a big yard."

"It's not a rental."

She looked over her shoulder at him. "I thought you said—"

"I bought it."

She went to him. "That's...congratulations."

"Congrats to you, too." He grinned.

She shook her head. Everything was going too fast. They were boyfriend and girlfriend, in a committed relationship.

Inhaling deeply, she studied him. He'd told her they'd get married if she wanted to, and he claimed her in front of his club. She knew deep down what they had together was special, and she loved him.

"We're really going to be together forever," she whispered.

"Yeah, sis." He kissed her softly. "We need a bed."

She laughed against his lips. There were times, he had a one-track mind. And, God, she loved that part of him, too.

Dragging him to the other end of the house, she pulled him into the bedroom and, holding onto his hand, danced around him. The excitement of starting a new phase in their life together was more than she could contain.

There was nobody around. No bikers. No blaring music. No half-naked women rubbing against the men. She could do whatever she wanted.

"You're a goon." He chuckled, grabbing her.

Bending her backward, he kissed her neck. A thrill shot through her. This was how it was supposed to be.

He made her feel wanted.

He made her feel needed.

He made her feel—

The doorbell rang. She yelped, grabbing Whip's shoulders, and straightened.

Out of breath, she said, "Who knows we're here?"