groaned.
"What?"
"Shut up." His mouth met mine and we kissed slowly, deeply, deliciously lazy.
"Gonna fuck you now baby," He muttered into my mouth.
Oh. Good. So good.
"Okay," I breathed.
And he did. Up against a dirty brick wall, in a garbage filled alleyway home to rats and feral cats, while warm summer rain poured down over us. And it was perfect. Better than I'd imagined. Better than anything. The best.
I spent the next four years in college, spent my days studying, shopping with Kami, trying to ditch Frankie, and enjoying my life. And I spent my nights reliving my moments with Deuce. All four of them.
The day after my graduation ceremony, I packed a backpack, grabbed Kami, wrote my father a note and got on an airplane headed for Miles, Montana.
Headed for Deuce.
CHAPTER FIVE:
If I had needed anymore proof that the Hell’s Horsemen were into some seriously illegal shit, other than their alliance with my father, all I had to do was take one look at their clubhouse.
Smack dab in the middle of the Montana hills, down a barely there dirt road, fenced in with an electric fence topped with razor wire, sat their whitewashed warehouse, massive at around 30,000 square feet, with their insignia painted huge on the front of the building. A line of Harley's were parked outside, some pickup trucks and a shiny red sports car.
I pulled our rent-a-car up to the gate and peered into the camera. The intercom underneath crackled.
“Help you with somethin’ darlin’?”
I cleared my throat. I was so nervous.
“I…um…wanted to…um...”
“Smooth Evie,” Kami whispered. “Really smooth.”
I glared at her.
“You here to party?” The intercom crackled.
“Uh,” I said and glanced at Kami. She bugged out her eyes. “Say yes you idiot!”
“Uh, yes.”
The gate clicked and slowly swung open and Kami started jumping around excitedly.
I had just parked when two guys came running outside. Kami grinned.
“H-O-T,” She spelled out. “Me wanna lick.”
I gave a shaky laugh. My stomach was in knots. I hadn’t seen Deuce in four years. Not since the night I’d given him my virginity. I wasn’t sure how he was going to react to me just showing up.
A well-built, good-looking Latino guy with a shaved head, lots of body piercings a nd tattoos as far as the eye could see, grinned at us.
“Name’s Cox,” He said, looking me up and down. “This is Ripper.” He jerked his thumb at the man standing next to him. A drop dead gorgeous man. He looked like a surfer straight out of Cali. Long wavy blonde hair and dark blue eyes. There was m an candy to be had all around.
“Hey,” Ripper greeted, his eyes on Kami. "You two been here before?”
I shook my head. “I’m looking for Deuce.”
“I’m not,” Kami said, “I’m looking for you.”
I covered my mouth, stifling my laughter.
“Or you,” She said to Cox, shrugging. “Doesn’t matter.”
Cox and Ripper looked at each other.
“Don’t wanna fight you brother,” Ripper said. “But I fuckin’ will.”
“You’ll lose,” Cox growled.
“Boys?” Kami swept her long blonde hair over her shoulder and cocked her hip. “This is my last summer of freedom. My dad is a rich asshole who is making me marry another rich asshole. I have three months left before I become a proper little Jackie O and have to start fucking my staff just so I can get off. That being said, if you guys don’t mind sharing, I’ve got a whole lot to give.”
“I don’t,” Cox said quickly.
“Nope, me either,” Ripper said.
“Awesome, now do you have any liquor in this big scary building of yours?”
Ripper grabbed her elbow, Cox slung his arm over her shoulder and they steered her towards the clubhouse.
Sheesh. It was like I was invisible.
Rolling m y eyes, I followed them inside.
All around me were bikers ranging from age eighteen to eighty and the sluts who loved
"What?"
"Shut up." His mouth met mine and we kissed slowly, deeply, deliciously lazy.
"Gonna fuck you now baby," He muttered into my mouth.
Oh. Good. So good.
"Okay," I breathed.
And he did. Up against a dirty brick wall, in a garbage filled alleyway home to rats and feral cats, while warm summer rain poured down over us. And it was perfect. Better than I'd imagined. Better than anything. The best.
I spent the next four years in college, spent my days studying, shopping with Kami, trying to ditch Frankie, and enjoying my life. And I spent my nights reliving my moments with Deuce. All four of them.
The day after my graduation ceremony, I packed a backpack, grabbed Kami, wrote my father a note and got on an airplane headed for Miles, Montana.
Headed for Deuce.
CHAPTER FIVE:
If I had needed anymore proof that the Hell’s Horsemen were into some seriously illegal shit, other than their alliance with my father, all I had to do was take one look at their clubhouse.
Smack dab in the middle of the Montana hills, down a barely there dirt road, fenced in with an electric fence topped with razor wire, sat their whitewashed warehouse, massive at around 30,000 square feet, with their insignia painted huge on the front of the building. A line of Harley's were parked outside, some pickup trucks and a shiny red sports car.
I pulled our rent-a-car up to the gate and peered into the camera. The intercom underneath crackled.
“Help you with somethin’ darlin’?”
I cleared my throat. I was so nervous.
“I…um…wanted to…um...”
“Smooth Evie,” Kami whispered. “Really smooth.”
I glared at her.
“You here to party?” The intercom crackled.
“Uh,” I said and glanced at Kami. She bugged out her eyes. “Say yes you idiot!”
“Uh, yes.”
The gate clicked and slowly swung open and Kami started jumping around excitedly.
I had just parked when two guys came running outside. Kami grinned.
“H-O-T,” She spelled out. “Me wanna lick.”
I gave a shaky laugh. My stomach was in knots. I hadn’t seen Deuce in four years. Not since the night I’d given him my virginity. I wasn’t sure how he was going to react to me just showing up.
A well-built, good-looking Latino guy with a shaved head, lots of body piercings a nd tattoos as far as the eye could see, grinned at us.
“Name’s Cox,” He said, looking me up and down. “This is Ripper.” He jerked his thumb at the man standing next to him. A drop dead gorgeous man. He looked like a surfer straight out of Cali. Long wavy blonde hair and dark blue eyes. There was m an candy to be had all around.
“Hey,” Ripper greeted, his eyes on Kami. "You two been here before?”
I shook my head. “I’m looking for Deuce.”
“I’m not,” Kami said, “I’m looking for you.”
I covered my mouth, stifling my laughter.
“Or you,” She said to Cox, shrugging. “Doesn’t matter.”
Cox and Ripper looked at each other.
“Don’t wanna fight you brother,” Ripper said. “But I fuckin’ will.”
“You’ll lose,” Cox growled.
“Boys?” Kami swept her long blonde hair over her shoulder and cocked her hip. “This is my last summer of freedom. My dad is a rich asshole who is making me marry another rich asshole. I have three months left before I become a proper little Jackie O and have to start fucking my staff just so I can get off. That being said, if you guys don’t mind sharing, I’ve got a whole lot to give.”
“I don’t,” Cox said quickly.
“Nope, me either,” Ripper said.
“Awesome, now do you have any liquor in this big scary building of yours?”
Ripper grabbed her elbow, Cox slung his arm over her shoulder and they steered her towards the clubhouse.
Sheesh. It was like I was invisible.
Rolling m y eyes, I followed them inside.
All around me were bikers ranging from age eighteen to eighty and the sluts who loved
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