Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“It’s not?” I asked, feeling my lips curve up a bit.
I mean… an outlaw biker club was as “wrong” as it could get for ‘normal’ girls, wasn’t it?
“You got one big old Golden Retriever,” she said, looking toward Sully, who had his head thrown back at something Lottie said to him. “A man who insists that the girls have water or electrolytes between drinks,” she said, looking at Nave.
Nave, who was the son of two former addicts, so he was a lot more careful around substances than most.
“And Grandpa over there,” she added, looking toward the edge of the yard where Brooks was overseeing the shenanigans without having to be directly involved, “making sure things don’t get too crazy. Besides, when you heard women screaming, you came rushing out with a gun. So… I figure she’s as safe as she can be with her attraction to all things silly and tequila-soaked.
“But we all walked here from the bar, so I either throw myself at the mercy of some random ride-share guy, or ask you to get me the hell out of here. So… will you drive me home?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure,” I said, nodding. “Let me go grab a shirt and shoes,” I said. “I’ll meet you out front,” I added, getting a nod from her before I moved back inside.
I grabbed a tee and shoes, then put my gun back in my nightstand before grabbing my key and moving out front to find her already waiting for me, her purse on her shoulder, her foot tapping impatiently.
“You good with bikes?” I asked, waving toward the line of them.
“I kind of figured that would be the mode of transportation,” she said. “With the whole… biker thing,” she added, falling into step with me as I made my way toward my bike.
I snatched an extra helmet off another bike as I moved, passing it to her before putting my own on, then getting on the bike.
“Here,” I said, reaching out when she struggled with the strap.
Her eyes narrowed, like some part of her innately distrusted me, but she took a step forward and leaned toward me, letting me secure it into place before moving back.
“Alright. Climb on,” I said, waiting to feel her hand on my shoulder to steady herself before climbing on.
But she seemed intent on keeping her hands to herself as she got on.
“Babe, you’re gonna have to hold on,” I told her.
I didn’t imagine the sigh as her hands went tentatively around me.
I went ahead and didn’t get insulted.
I was a strange man.
She was tired.
It wasn’t personal.
“Where am I heading?” I asked.
“Down by that abandoned nursery,” she said instead of giving me an exact address. “There’s a duplex next to it. That’s me,” she said.
With that, we were off.
The woman, whose name I’d forgotten to get, started with her hands just mostly gripping my shirt, pulling it taut across my chest and stomach. But as soon as we turned off of the streets and onto the highway, her arms slowly wrapped around me as her thighs tightened around the backs of mine.
I didn’t remember the last time I’d had a woman on my bike. And it had to be the lapse of time that had my body reacting like it was as we rode.
I was acutely aware of her hands, of her breasts pressed into my back, of the scent of her that kicked up toward me on occasion, something smoky and rich, not the light or fruity scents I was accustomed to many women wearing.
My cock was getting all kinds of ideas that I had to keep forcing down, reminding myself that this woman wanted a ride home, not to take a ride on me.
Hell, she barely seemed to tolerate the idea of being near me.
Disinterest wasn’t something that made me want to try harder. It was the ultimate boner-killer. So by the time that the old nursery came into view, all thoughts of the woman’s body on mine were drifting away.
Until her fingers started to jab at me, getting my attention.
Her one arm tightened hard around me as the other rose, pointing toward a side street I would have missed if she didn’t point it out.
It wasn’t until we pulled down that quiet, dark street, that I felt my hairs start to stand on end.
Something was wrong.
But it took a solid moment before that feeling and reality caught up to us.
My headlights caught a parked car in front of us, shadows of men gathered around it.
Behind me, the woman let out a startled gasp even as my stomach twisted hard.
I didn’t stop to think, just turned the bike, ready to get back to the main drag, and the relative safety to be found there.
When headlights came barreling toward us, closing off the street.
Trees lined both sides, but I wasn’t about to cut the engine and submit to whatever fate these fucks had for us.