HELL RIDE
Laughter erupted in the biker bar, deafening and completely obnoxious. Kat ignored it as she stood with her hand on her pregnant belly . She raised one incredulous eyebrow in Solomon Parker’s direction.
Suppressing a laugh under a cough was the only thing that Kat could do when Solomon suddenly slammed his fists down on the table he was sitting at. The bar quieted so quickly that a few members actually hiccupped uncomfortably.
In the months Kat had been gone, a lot of things had changed; but, one thing remained the same in the Free Guns Motorcycle Club, Solomon Parker could still quiet a room. It was one of the things that had attracted Kat to him in the first place and why she was in the predicament she was in now. She was a former member and almost the president of a biker club, but now she was five months pregnant, drove a safe and sturdy Volvo, and had a regular nine-to-five as a writer.
It almost hurt Kat to admit to herself how boring her life had become. It was as if her life had been sucked out of her. Seriously? She shook her head, as she rubbed a hand over her stomach. Perhaps it wasn't the life that had been sucked out of her, but Kat knew that there was something missing.
Passion? Excitement? Love? She couldn't help but trail her eyes over Solomon, as he stared back at her. It was as if she'd suddenly turned purple and started dancing around naked. Although Kat supposed that he should be looking at her like that.
Six feet and some odd inches of tanned, muscled man stood only a few feet from her. Blue eyes the color of rain water or maybe a rain storm--considering how he was looking at her--were framed by thick, black lashes. A strong jaw with a dark, five o'clock shadow matched the unkempt, wavy strands of black hair that fell down to his shoulders. Solomon Parker still looked like hot sin and rough sex, though there were small changes. He'd lost a little weight, black circles rested under his eyes, and a new tattoo curved its way up from his back to his neck.
Wicked. The man looked even more wicked than the last time she'd seen him. Solomon Parker had the look of a man who wanted to fuck her and kill her all at once. It excited and terrified Kat, although she knew that he had every reason to be furious with her. She'd left him without any notice or forethought. She'd left the Free Guns, Texas, and Solomon Parker in an instant.
But now she was back and that was all that mattered.
"Would you say that again, Kathy?" Solomon hissed, as he finally skirted the table and slowly stalked towards her.
Kat winced back . He’s never called me by my full name. No one did, really. Everyone always called her Kat, but Solomon called her Kit-Kat. She'd hated his nickname for her, finding it highly inappropriate that he would compare her to candy. Then, he'd explained his reasoning behind it, "The minute I stop calling you Kit-Kat is the moment I break you. But you want to be broken by me, don't you, Kit-Kat?" He'd whispered the words to her in the bar's bathroom about a second before he'd bent her over the sink and thrust into her. It was at that moment that Kat realized that not only did she want Solomon Parker to break her, she wanted him to take her and make her his completely.
Suppressing the shiver that slid up her spine as Solomon stopped in front of her, she got a whiff of sandalwood, male musk, and something uniquely him. Kat spoke carefully, making sure her voice didn't betray any of the feelings hiding just beneath the surface, "I'm here to take back the Free Guns."
Spreading her legs a little wider and raising her chin a little higher, Kat said the words that she knew would hurt Solomon; but, they were words he needed to hear nonetheless. "You've been doing a shitty job as president and I'm here to step in. Now step down or be overthrown. Your choice."
A collective gasp was heard around the bar, as eyes turned to Kat. They looked at her as
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