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Resisting the Biker



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Prologue





IT WAS JUST after nine o’clock p.m. when Jessica Winters walked out of Twenty-Four Hour Fitness, dropped her gym bag into the trunk of her car, and drove to her two-bedroom apartment in Iowa City. She pulled into the underground garage, grabbed her things, and headed toward the elevator, relieved that her roommate, Kellie, was out of town. She’d have the place to herself for a couple of days, which meant that she wouldn’t have to listen to the sound of Kellie and her boyfriend, Jack, going at it in the other room all hours of the night. She had to admit, listening to Kellie when she was having those ‘mind-blowing orgasms’, as she so fondly called them, was hell. Especially for someone who’d decided not to have sex until she met the ‘one’. ‘The one’ who seemed to be taking his damn sweet time in finding her.

“You should get yourself a vibrator,” said Kellie after Jessica had confronted her about keeping the noise down the previous weekend. “Maybe you wouldn’t be so weird about it.”

“If not wanting to listen to other people having sex is being weird then I certainly don’t want to be whatever it is you consider normal.”

“God, you take everything so fucking seriously. I’m just giving you shit. Although,” she’d smirked, “you have to admit, you’re way too uptight about sex. You’re twenty years old, for God’s sake. You need to get your freak on, Jessica, like the rest of us.”

“I’m not uptight and I don’t need to ‘get my freak on’. I’m just tired from not getting any sleep,” she’d shot back angrily. “I mean, come on – four in the morning? You’d be pissed, too, if you had classes at seven and were up all night, trying to block out the howling in the next room. If you could at least keep it down. That’s all I ask.”

“Honey, you can’t keep good sex down. If you had it, you’d know what I mean.”

“Whatever. At least turn up the damn music.”

“Fine.”

The truth was that they fought about more than just the obnoxious grunting and moaning coming from Kellie’s room. They argued about groceries, cable and electric bills, or where things belonged in the apartment. It certainly wasn’t fun going home at night, and Jessica pretty much knew what she had to do – find herself a new roommate or… move back in with her mother, Frannie. At least she’d get more sleep and not have to put up with Kellie’s bullshit. Unfortunately, that meant she’d also have to move in with Slammer, her mom’s biker fiancé. Not only was he intimidating, but he was the president of the Gold Vipers, a motorcycle club in Jensen, which Jessica wanted absolutely no part of. Admittedly, she actually liked Slammer and he was not at all what she’d expected, with his easy-going manner and funny stories. Sure, every other word was ‘fuck’ and he smoked like a chimney, but he treated Frannie, his ‘Old Lady” as he liked to call her, like a queen and he was even considerate to Jessica. But, as far as she was concerned, he was still in a gang and his way of living wasn’t the kind she wanted for her mother. She’d even tried talking Frannie out of seeing Slammer several times, but apparently the two of them had already fallen “hopelessly in love”, so it was like talking to a wall. Even when Jessica mentioned the fact that bikers in clubs like his were always breaking the law and ending up in prison, she’d come back with – “Slammer says that the Gold Vipers aren’t like other MC clubs. They’re more like a band of brothers who look out for each other and their families. Everything they are involved with is totally legit.”

Yeah, right.

Frannie was so gullible, it was frustrating. Jessica could only cross her fingers and hope that Slammer would keep her out of anything illegal. If he did try to involve her mother in any way, and she got word of it, Slammer would find his ass in jail faster than he could light his next Camel. Her mother meant everything to her and there was no way she’d sit back quietly or turn the other cheek. Frannie was close to retirement and she didn’t want her mother spending any part of it in prison.

Looking forward to a quiet night, Jessica pushed the thoughts of her future stepdad away, and took the elevator to the third floor. Humming to herself, she walked down the hallway to her apartment, unlocked the door, and slipped inside. As she was about to turn the kitchen light on, someone grabbed her from behind, his arm locking around her like a steel vice. She tried to scream but it was immediately cut off by a gloved hand clamping over her mouth. The smell of leather and gasoline made her gag.

“Hello, darlin’,” the man growled into her. He began groping her breasts. “Oh, these are nice.”

Sobbing, she tried struggling, but it only made him laugh. Desperate to get away, she tried biting his hand through the glove.

“Bitch,” he snarled, squeezing her mouth so hard, her jaw ached. “Fight me and you die. Understand?”

Whimpering, Jessica ignored his threat and slammed her elbow into his stomach, remembering the self-defense class she’d taken before college. The instructor had said to fight for your life at any cost. Scream, kick, do whatever it took to get away, or the chances of surviving were slim to none.

The man grunted, but instead of releasing her, he grabbed her by the throat and began to squeeze. “You think you have a chance against me, bitch? You keep fighting, and I’ll snap your neck. Don’t you dare fucking test me!”

“Please… can’t… breathe…” she begged hoarsely.

He loosened his hold slightly. “You gonna behave?”

Her mind was whirling as she tried to think of another way of escape. The kitchen knives were too far out of reach and he was so strong. She’d never make it.

“Answer me, bitch!” he hissed, pulling her hair back cruelly in his fist.

“Yes!” she cried.

“Okay then,” he whispered, pushing her toward the bedroom. “Now, let’s go have us some fun.”



AN HOUR LATER, Jessica heard him leave the apartment. Bloody and bruised, she staggered back to the kitchen, locking the door. Then, she grabbed her cell phone and called nine-one-one.

“I’ve been attacked. Raped,” she sobbed into the phone, her entire body shaking. She slid down to the floor, glancing at the doorway in terror, worried he’d bust it down and kill her. “Please… help me. I’m afraid he’ll come back.”

“We’re sending someone right away,” the woman promised, trying to calm her down. “You are sure that the assailant has left?”

“Yes,” she replied, staring down at the bruises on her thighs where he’d dug his fingers into her flesh. Between that and the burning pain between her legs, she wanted to die. She wanted him to die.

“Okay. The police should be there soon,” reminded the operator. “I’ll stay on the phone with you until they arrive. Did you get a good look at the assailant?”

“He... he wore a mask. A black one.”

“Did you recognize his voice?”

“No. Nobody I know would do this!”

“Okay. Try to calm down, Ms. Winters. Someone is coming.”

As Jessica waited for help to arrive, she closed her eyes and began crying all over again. The woman on the phone tried soothing her, but all she could think about was the rapist’s gloating brown eyes. She’d never forget them or his dry, cracked lips. He’d made her stare up at him while he did the unspeakable. It seemed to get him off.

“You see me?” he’d growled several times.

Jessica had seen him clearly. He was the devil. He even wore a patch on his vest that proved it.





Chapter One



Jensen, Iowa



“YOU READY FOR this?” asked Krystal, turning off the engine of her ’76 Monte Carlo. We’d just pulled into the parking lot of Griffin’s, a strip club on the edge of town. It was her twenty-first birthday and her boyfriend, the owner’s son, had asked us to meet him before we hooked up with the rest of our friends downtown.

I looked at the seedy dive, with its flashing lights and line of shiny motorcycles parked on the side. I’d never been inside, but everyone knew the place was bad news. I couldn’t even imagine the look on my mother’s face if she knew I was even considering going inside. She’d probably think I’d starting smoking crack.

I shivered. “Seriously? Can’t we just meet him out here, in the parking lot?”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling down the visor. She fluffed out her blond hair and then reached down to adjust her push-up bra, emphasizing the curve of her boobs in the sparkly, black tank she’d managed to cram them into. “You nervous about walking into a biker bar?”

“It’s more than that and you know it.” The place had a bad reputation – gangs, brawls, drug deals, and prostitution.

“Chill out, girl. Nothing is going to happen inside. You’re with me and everyone knows that I’m with the owner’s son.”

I sighed. “Okay.”

“You’re good?”

“Yes. I’m good.”

Krystal smirked. “Liar. Here, take a shot of this,” she said, pulling out a bottle of peach-flavored schnapps from under the seat. “It’ll take the edge off.”

“Schnapps?”

She uncapped the bottle and took a long pull. “Mm… yeah. Here.” She held it out.

“Maybe we should wait until we leave the club.”

“No, babe. We need to get this party rolling.”

“Fine,” I replied, taking the bottle from her. I took a swig and my stomach immediately felt warm and tingly. “Hmm… Not bad. A little sweet but I like it.”

“I’m surprised you’ve never tried it.”

“Actually, I think I did. I had one of those drinks, Sex On The Beach, when we went out for my twenty-first. I think this was in it.”

She took another swig. “I love those and Fuzzy Navels. You’ve got to try one. Those are fucking excellent.”

I wasn’t sure what a Fuzzy Navel was, but if it involved the peach-flavored schnapps, I was definitely in.

“Okay,” she said, capping the bottle. “Let’s go see what the hell Tank wants.”

Tank, her new boyfriend, was six-and-a-half feet tall, with muscles the size of watermelons, and belonged to some biker club called the Gold Vipers. I’d only met him twice and I had to admit, he scared the hell out of me. Not that he’d been anything but cordial. It was just that I could tell he was dangerous.

As in illegally-scary, dangerous.

Krystal didn’t seem to see it or else she just didn’t care. Considering her dad took off many years ago and Bonnie, her mom, had never been very influential when it came to anything, I guessed it was the latter.

“I wonder if he has something for me?” said Krystal, her blue eyes lighting up. “A present.”

“What, like a ring?” I teased. They’d only gone out a few times, and most of their dates were quick hook-ups.

“Or better yet, a new tongue ring,” she replied. “You have any idea how good a pierced tongue feels between your legs?”

I held up my hand. “Stop, right there. I haven’t had enough to drink to hear about Tank and his tongue.”

She giggled. “Well, it’s certainly not going to be a ring for my finger. Tank told me last weekend that he was never going to get married. That most of the guys in the club have Old Ladies and kids, but they don’t usually go the route of marriage.”

I frowned. “What do you mean by an ‘Old Lady’?”

“I’m talking about the woman they go home to at night. The ones they live with. Take care of them. Have their kids.”

“That’s typically called a ‘wife’,” I said dryly.

“Not in the MC world,” she replied. “They have Old Ladies and,” she then laid the whopper on me, “they have their club whores.” Only she made it sound like “hures.”

My jaw dropped. “Are you fucking serious?”

“As shit,” she said, smiling grimly.

“A club whore? What are you saying? That she hangs out with them and they pay her for sex?”

“I don’t think any of them get paid for it. They hang out and are available to fuck, any time of the day.”

I stared at her wide-eyed. “Wow. So, in other words, she’s like a groupie?”

She laughed. “Guess so. Only these guys ride bikes instead of buses.”

“Does Tank have an Old Lady?”

“No. I mean I don’t think so.” Her jaw set firmly. “At least, I hope to fuck not.”

“Well, what are you considered?” I asked. “Did he say?”

“He calls me ‘his girl’. Tell you one thing, though, I’m definitely not a club whore. The fuck if I’m going to spread my legs for anyone but the man I’m dating. Although,” she smiled wickedly, “Tank has this friend named Raptor who is amazingly hot. I wouldn’t mind doing him.”

“Raptor? What kind of a name is that?” I knew Krystal had mentioned that most bikers went by their road names. All I could think about was the movie Jurassic Park when I heard “Raptor.”

She grinned. “Raptor? It’s some kind of bird of prey. I guess you don’t want to piss him off. Tank said that Raptor’s temper is legendary.”

“Huh. He sounds like someone to avoid. I’d stay away from him then, Krystal. No matter how cute his is.”

“You have to see this fucking guy. He’s gorgeous. Blonde hair, blue eyes, built like a Greek god. He’s unbelievably sexy. I almost wish I would have met Raptor, first. I’ve actually caught myself drooling over him. Tank would probably pull out his gun and shoot me in the head if I so much as looked at Raptor the wrong way, though.”

The expression on her face was serious and I shook my head, still in disbelief. The more she told me about Tank, the more he disgusted me. “Jesus. You’re really okay with all of this alpha-male club shit?”

She waved her hand. “Eh, we’re just having fun right now. I mean, I like him a lot, don’t get me wrong. The guy knows how to go down on a girl and I’m not ready to give that up just yet.”

I grunted. “I should have known.”

“It’s true. He’s patient, too. Will stay down there as long as it takes. Anyway, I know it’s not going to last. He might have great fucking skills, but Tank’s too bossy, even for me.”

“God, I hate bossy men. Seriously, Krystal, you shouldn’t put up with guys telling you how to live. No matter what he can do with his tongue.”

“Yeah, but he’s also got this huge dick,” she said, laughing. “You have no idea.” She held up her hands to show me just how large and I had to wince. “Swear to God, he’s hung like a fucking horse.”

“Okay, enough,” I replied, laughing now. “I’m seriously tired of hearing about your sex life.”

“You just need to get laid, Adriana. How long has it been?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, over a year?”

Maybe two.

Maybe even three?

The truth was, I’d only had sex a few times, and that was mostly in high school, when I’d gone steady with Jimmy Tyler. Now that I was in college, I barely had time for sleep, let alone sex.

“We need to remedy that,” she said, opening the door. “Let’s see what Tank wants, meet the others at the club, and find you a man. One you can take back to the car and fuck the shit out of before the night is over.”

I looked around the parking lot, praying that none of the guys entering this particular place would know she was trying to get me laid. “Krystal,” I whispered loudly. “Don’t announce it here, for God’s sake.”

She giggled. “Fine, but we’re finding you a guy tonight.”

Her eyes were sparkling from the schnapps and I could tell she was already quite buzzed. “I don’t need a man and this party is for you. In fact, I’m not drinking much. Maybe a couple of beers. I want you to have fun. It’s your birthday. My birthday has come and gone.”

“And so did your chance with that bouncer.”

I thought about the guy she was talking about. One of the security guards at a nightclub we’d partied at had come on to me, but I’d ignored him. He’d obviously been a player and had probably brought a new girl home every night.

“Tell you what – we’ll work on it after your party. This is your night and the only person who needs to have fun and get laid, is you. Now, give me your keys and let the games begin.”

I handed them over. “I guess I really can’t argue with that.”







WHEN WE WALKED into the strip club, I immediately felt like all eyes were on us. It was exactly how I’d pictured it to be, too – dark, musty, and in need of new carpeting, and not just the flooring. Most of the waitresses looked like they could collect social security, although they were dressed like high school girls. The ones from their generation.

Krystal giggled. “These ladies know that the eighties have come and gone? Kind of like their looks.”

I smirked. “God, you’re a bitch.”

“Well, I do like it doggy-style,” she joked. “I cannot lie.”

I snorted.

The stage was lit up and the place was packed, although most of the customers looked distracted and uncomfortable, which surprised me. In fact, there was so much tension in the air that I felt like we’d walked into something that was about to turn hostile. Then I noticed there were two groups of men eyeing each other from opposite sides of the room. As I looked closer, I also noticed they had different patches on their vests, or cuts, as Krystal liked to call them. Some said Gold Vipers on the back, while the others said Devil’s Rangers.

“Where’s Tank?” Krystal asked the bouncer, standing just inside of the door. He was as tall as he was wide, bald, and had a long, bushy red beard.

His eyes dropped to her breasts and he licked his lips. “He’s in the back room. I’ll let him know you’re here. You must be Krystal?”

She nodded. “That’s right.”

“Who’s your friend?” he asked, now leering at me. I was glad I’d worn jeans and a loose sweater, although from the way he was looking at my chest, I could have just as well have been naked.

I forced a smile. “I’m Adriana.”

“Adriana, huh? You’d best be watching Adriana’s back,” he said to Krystal with a smirk, his eyes shifting toward the crowd of men also now gawking at us. “Everyone’s gonna know you’re Tank’s, Krystal, but she’s without protection.”

My eyebrow arched. “Protection?”

“A man. If I were you, I wouldn’t go anywhere in this place without Krystal here. You won’t like it. Or,” he laughed darkly. “Maybe you will.”

“I’ll stick with Krystal,” I mumbled, already feeling dirty.

He pulled out a cell phone and began texting. “Since the Devil’s Rangers are here, I advise that you both go and sit down by the bar. Don’t talk to anyone, except Misty, the bartender. I’d escort you myself, but there’s a meeting in back and I’m not supposed to leave the front door.”

“Okay,” she answered.

I followed Krystal toward the bar right as Bob Seger began singing about Main Street, which confirmed that we were definitely in a biker bar. Growing up, I’d always associated Fat Bob with Harleys, beer, and Tom Cruise dancing in his underwear. Apparently, I’d be adding strippers with dentures to that list.

“Stay close,” said Krystal, looking back at me over her shoulder. “Don’t make eye-contact with anyone.”

“Right.”

The music picked up and everyone’s eyes shifted away from us to a woman with long red hair and enormous boobs, who’d just stepped onto the stage. From the look on her face, I could tell she wasn’t a bubbly, happy stripper. When she tried to smile, it was more of a pucker. As if she’d just licked a lime.

Krystal chuckled. “She should have used the money she spent on her tits on some Botox. At least she’d look a little more relaxed.”

“Uh, seriously, I don’t think anyone will notice anything above her collarbone.”

“I need a nurse!” hollered one of the customers, standing up and waving cash. “You’re giving me a heart-attack, Betty.”

Krystal snorted. “Nurse Betty looks like she’s going to have one herself, lugging those monsters around.”

Betty wore a nurse’s uniform and three-inch stilettos that made her legs look like they went all the way up to the clouds. From the way she moved around the stage, it was obvious she’d been doing it for a long time, but had lost interest in it a couple decades ago.

“Men are such pigs,” said Krystal, as another guy leaped onto the stage and grabbed the stripper’s boobs with both hands. She began to holler and the man’s buddies pulled him down, roaring with laughter. I hoped, for her sake, that the bar paid her decent benefits.

“I hope Tank gets out here quickly,” I muttered, as we made our way around the back to the bar.

“You waiting for Tank?” asked the bartender, a pretty woman in her thirties. She had long black hair and wore a Harley tank with denim shorts that barely covered her crotch.

“We are. Two light beers, please,” said Krystal. She turned to me. “That okay?”

“Yeah,” I replied.

Her eyes widened as she looked past me. “Shit,” she mumbled under her breath.

I turned and noticed a group of bikers watching us from their table. One of them was bald and had a long scar on the side of his face. He looked like he was in his forties and had some kind of tattoo under his eye. A teardrop. When our eyes met, he smiled, raised two fingers and wagged his tongue between them.

I quickly looked away. “Seriously, what a gross asshole. Does he actually think he’ll get lucky doing that?”

“He gets laid all the time, whether a chick wants to or not, I hear. In fact, those guys are Devil’s Rangers,” said the bartender, sliding our beers over. “Believe me, though, you don’t want to have anything to do with them. The only reason they’re here is because Slammer needed to talk to Mud, their Prez.”

“Who’s Slammer?” I asked.

“That’s Tank’s dad,” said Krystal. “The president of the Golden Vipers.”

“Yeah,” said Misty. Her eyes narrowed. “Shit, looks like you’re going to have company. I’d better go and get Tank before that guy steps out of bounds.”

When I turned around, I found myself staring into the soulless eyes of the Devil’s Ranger who’d been sticking his tongue out like a dipshit. He was almost a foot taller than me and smelled like pot.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said in a raspy voice. “You looking for some company?”

I wanted to tell him I’d rather find my company under a rock, now that we were forehead-to-chin, but he was a little frightening up close. “Uh, no,” I answered, trying to appear more brave than I felt. “But, thanks.” I looked away, hoping he would now go away.

He chuckled. “Name is Breaker. Why don’t you come and join us at the table?”

“Thanks, but I have a boyfriend,” I lied, turning to face him again.

“Good for you,” he said, smiling darkly. “That wasn’t the answer I was looking for, though.”

I really didn’t like this guy and he was now seriously pissing me off. “Sorry, but I guess you won’t like this answer either. No,” I said firmly, surprising myself. “I’d rather stay right here and drink this beer with my friend.”

“You’re kind of bitch, you know that?” he said, his eyes hardening.

I forced myself to smile as sweetly as possible when I noticed the vein throbbing in his forehead. He looked like he was about ready to explode. “Sorry. Look, neither of us wants any trouble. We just want to be alone, you know?”

His eyes flickered over Krystal. “You two dykes? Is that it?”

My smile fell. I seriously hated that term and if we were lovers, it wasn’t his business anyway. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no we are not.”

“That’s good,” he said, undressing me with his eyes again. “A body like yours needs to be fucked by a real man, not a rubber strap-on toy. Although,” he laughed, “I wouldn’t mind watching you play with one.”

I looked at Krystal and said, “Wow.”

“Speaking of ‘wow’. You ever felt the rumble of an engine between your legs?” he asked, leaning closer to me.

“No,” I replied, wondering why I was still answering him.

“Let’s go pop that cherry then,” he answered. “I’ll take you for ride on my Harley that will make your pussy drool.”

I burst out laughing. “Oh, my God. Are you really that classy?”

“Anyone walks into a place like this shouldn’t expect classy,” he said. “That goes for stuck-up bitches, too.”

I gritted my teeth and forced myself not to reply. I could tell from his expression that he was hoping I would. Daring me to. I looked toward the entrance, hoping to get the bouncer’s attention, but he wasn’t at his station.

“We’re waiting for Tank,” said Krystal in a shrill voice.

He ignored her. “I know Blondie is Tank’s. I’ve already been warned. But, nobody mentioned you, sweetness. You’ve got no patch either. You’re free territory. I say we go do a little exploring.”

I laughed, trying to make light of everything, even though I was seething inside. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?

“You like that one, huh? I’ve got something else for you, too,” he said, grabbing his crotch. “Now, drink the rest of your beer and we’ll hit the road.”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” I said, totally disgusted. “I’m not interested.”

Breaker’s nostrils flared. “I don’t think you understand who you’re talking to.”

“An asshole is who I’m talking to,” I snapped. “Now, fuck off.”

His buddies at the table snickered.

The man’s hand snaked out and he grabbed my arm roughly. “You fucking cunt. Let’s go. Now.”

Krystal sucked in her breath. “Oh, my God.”

I pulled my arm away from him in shock. The guy was treating me like one of those whores she had told me about. As big and bad as he looked, nobody treated me like a slut that was up for grabs. “Leave me alone,” I said through my clenched teeth. “Before I call the bouncer over here.”

He laughed coldly. “The bouncer? Good luck with getting help from that pig.”

Before I could respond, two other guys stepped next to us, one being Tank.

Breaker took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Hey, Tank. Looks like the meeting is over, huh?”

“Almost. What’s going on, Breaker?” asked Tank, picking at his teeth with a toothpick.

“Just havin’ me some fun,” said the man, smirking. “You said we should relax and enjoy ourselves. So, that’s what I’m trying to do.”

“Not with my girl, you’re not,” said a deep voice.

I turned to find myself staring up at a pair of icy blue eyes and a smile that wasn’t meant to be friendly.

Breaker’s eye narrowed. “Thought Brandy was your Old Lady, Raptor.”

So this was Raptor?

I could see why Krystal found him fascinating. He was certainly good-looking, with his square jaw, full lips, and muscular frame. His blond hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail, exposing his ears, which were both pierced. For some reason, he reminded me of a model I’d seen recently in a pricey cologne ad. I’d been drawn to his eyes, thinking they must have been Photo-Shopped because of the dazzling color. That guy had nothing on Raptor, however. His eyes sparkled like the bluest of tanzanite. Bluer than anything my mother had ever sold, and she was a jeweler. They were so stunning that it was hard to look away.

“You thought wrong,” answered Raptor.

“Yeah. That ship has sailed,” said Tank, smirking. “And… I wouldn’t bring her up anymore.”

Raptor slid his arm around my waist and pulled me in tightly. “As I was saying, Breaker… this kitten is mine, so I suggest that you go find your own.”





Chapter Two



I HAD TO do something with my hands before I grabbed Breaker and killed the bastard, so I pulled the chick against me and gave him a look that said ‘fuck you’. He was a complete psycho and had we been alone, I’d have made sure he never touched a woman again. Rumor had it that he’d raped and beaten Slammer’s Old Lady’s daughter. It was what tonight’s meeting was about. But, the Devil’s Rangers were denying his involvement. Things were getting ugly in the back of the club, but apparently, they were just as ugly in the front.

“As I was saying, Breaker… this kitten is mine, so I suggest that you go find your own.”

Breaker looked at me like we wanted to bash my skull in and I stared back at him, daring him to fucking try it.





PART OF ME was annoyed that they were treating me like a possession. The other part liked the way Raptor’s arm felt around my waist and the smell of him – leather and a trace of cologne. A good cologne. As I leaned closer to get a better whiff, Raptor looked down and our eyes met.

I laughed nervously. “Uh, new cologne, honey?”

He stared at me for a minute and then his lips twitched, as if he was fighting a smile. He turned away and they continued their testosterone-fueled banter, although, I really wasn’t paying much attention. I was too intrigued with the guy holding me. I had to admit, he was sexier than hell and I liked the way my breasts molded against his side as he held me in place. Either I was ovulating or Krystal was right, it had been way too long since I’d had sex and the heat he was generating was making me warm in all the right places.

Breaker looked from Raptor and then to me, his eyes narrowing. “If she’s yours, I’d suggest you patch her before someone snatches her up,” he sneered. “Or, better yet, let me know when you’re done with her. She might like to know what a real man feels like between her legs.”

I felt Raptor stiffen up, but he kept his composure. “Believe me, now that she’s had a real man in her honey-hole, your junk would feel more like a sliver off of my timber.”

Normally, I would have rolled my eyes at such immature banter, but I had to admit, the thought of Raptor in my honey-hole was interesting.

“I suggest you remember who you’re talking to, Raptor,” he said, clenching his jaw. “And show some fucking respect.”

“You are the last person who should be preaching about respect. You make a move on my woman and then bust my chops? What the fuck?” he replied.

“He got you there,” said Tank, stepping closer to us. It was obvious he was now getting annoyed with the situation and he was definitely a force to be reckoned with. The guy was built like the Incredible Hulk. “Listen, the meeting is almost over, so I suggest you go and enjoy the show. Delilah is up next and she’s not only available, but willing to party after the performance.”

Breaker looked at me again and smiled. “I’ll be seeing you again, sweetness. I promise. ” Then he walked away, his gang watching us carefully from their tables, all of them giving us the stink-eye.

“Fucking worms,” mumbled Tank, staring back at the table. “Every last one of them.”

“I’m so glad you showed up,” said Krystal. “That guy wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. I thought he was going to drag Adriana out of the bar there for a second.”

“You and me both,” I said, shuddering at the thought. Even looking at him now, I could tell the thought wasn’t too far from his mind.

“We should probably take both the girls somewhere in back,” suggested Tank. “Before Breaker finds some liquid courage at the end of that bottle he’s drinking. When he’s drunk, he’s as mean as he is stupid.”

“He should be taught a fucking lesson,” said Raptor, still glaring at the other group of bikers.

“I agree but, we can’t. Besides, the old man might be giving us the thumbs up to deal with him later, if you know what I mean.”

Raptor relaxed. “True. Okay, let’s go.”

“Where we going?” I asked, finishing my beer.

“I’ll show you,” said Raptor. Then, before I could do anything about it, he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and slapped my ass. Hard.

“Hey!” I hollered as he carried me toward the back of the bar. It felt like my butt-cheeks were on fire. “What in the hell are you doing? That hurt. Put me down!”

“Sorry, darlin’,” he said, a smile in his voice. He caressed my butt, sending warm tingles into my pelvis. “Does this feel better?’

“Quit touching my ass and put me down,” I hissed. “Now.”







I SMILED, ENJOYING not only her reaction, but the way her ass felt under my palm. It was deliciously round and firm. I had to force myself not to keep squeezing it. I had to admit, she was a hot little number. I could see why Breaker wanted her. My dick was already half-cocked at the thought of fucking her now myself. I headed toward the back of the club, to the break-room. I knew Tank wanted to fuck Krystal before she headed out and so I’d have a few minutes of alone time with the brunette. From the way she was staring at me earlier, I could tell she was definitely interested. I wondered if she’d be interested in getting on her knees and opening that sweet little mouth. The thought of her glossy pink lips wrapped around my cock was enough to try and test those salty waters.





WE WENT THROUGH a hallway and he kicked one of the doors open.

“What is your fucking problem?” I snapped. “Are you even listening to me?”

He dropped me into an oversized recliner and took a step back. “You’re welcome.”

I glared up at him. “For what? Treating me like a cave-woman?”

He grunted and smiled. “Cave-woman? Look, I had to do that. To show everyone in the place that you’re mine, Kitten.”

Kitten?

“But, I’m not yours.”

“You know what the fuck I mean. You should be thankful that I did what I did.”

“I’ve had guys flirt with me before. I don’t need your help telling them to get lost.”

He waved his thumb toward the doorway. “That bastard who was trying to get in your pants is a fucking animal. Hell, he’s worse than an animal. He would have taken you somewhere later, then beaten and raped your ass if I wouldn’t have helped you. And when I say rape your ass, I’m not just talking figuratively. He would have torn it to shreds.”

I stared at him in horror. “Krystal or the bartender would have called the cops if he’d have tried doing something like that.”

“The cops wouldn’t have done shit,” he answered. “In fact, it would be all over before Krystal had a chance to do anything and Breaker wouldn’t leave any witnesses. Hell, Krystal is in just as much danger as you.”

I sucked in my breath. “Are you saying he’d have killed us?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time. They don’t call him ‘Breaker’ for nothing. It should be pronounced ‘Break Her’.”

“Oh.”

“Oh is right,” he replied, walking over to an old refrigerator humming in the corner of the room. He opened it up and began rummaging through it. “Dammit, someone’s been drinking my beer.”

“You keep your own stock of beer in the break room?”

“Sometimes. When I find out who’s been helping themselves, I’m going to kick their ass.”

“So, back to that guy, Breaker. Has he served time before?”

“Yeah. For assault and rape.”

I swallowed.

“So, do you want a beer?” he asked, holding out a brown bottle.

I looked at the dragon tattoo on his forearm and the skull ring on his finger, reminding me that Raptor wasn’t exactly the boy-next-door either. “No. We have to get going. Uh, where’s Krystal and Tank?” I asked, looking toward the doorway. Obviously, they hadn’t followed us.

He grunted. “I’m sure he has her bent over his old man’s desk. Giving her a private birthday gift.”

I sighed. “Great. I guess we’ll be here longer than I thought.”

“Yup.” He opened up his bottle of beer and took a swig. “You sure you don’t want one?” he asked, licking his lips. “It’ll give you something to do.”

I sighed. “Sure, I’ll take one.”

He opened up the refrigerator again, and pulled out another bottle.

“So, what, you’re going to babysit me?” I asked as he handed me the beer.

“Yeah, you want to sit on my lap, little girl?” he asked, winking at me. “I’ll read you a couple of stories. You ever hear the one about Moby Dick?”

My eyes widened. “Is that how you pick up girls? Seriously?”

“Who said I was trying to pick you up?” he answered with a cocky grin. “I was just trying to lighten the mood. You seem a little tense.”

“I’m not,” I lied.

He sat down on a beat-up leather sofa that faced the television, which was as old as the shag carpeting. “Relax and have a seat,” he said, patting the cushion next to him.

“I’m fine,” I said, setting my purse on the counter by the coffee machine. I looked around the room. There was a metal table in the corner and a vending machine. “So this is the break-room,” I said, trying to make conversation.

“That’s what they call it. How old are you, by the way?”

“Twenty-one.”

His eyes traveled down the length of me and back up. I knew he was checking me out and it made me wonder if he approved or thought I wasn’t curvy enough. I’d always felt a little self-conscious around Krystal, who filled out her bra better than most strippers with silicone.

“How old are you?” I asked, resisting the urge to cross my arms over my chest.

“Twenty-four.”

“Oh.”

He smiled. “Have you ever been to a joint like this?”

“No. Never.”

“What do you think of it?”

I smiled. “What do I think? Honestly, I can’t wait to leave. No offense.”

“None taken. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Not right now. What about you?”

“No boyfriend, either.”

I chuckled. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do,” he replied, still not answering the question.

“You’re not going to answer?”

He rubbed his lower lip with his index finger. “Why do you want to know?”

My eyes widened. “I don’t know. Why did you ask me?”

“To find out if there was a dumbass in your life that allowed you into a place like this.”

I stared at him in surprise. “Allowed? I can go wherever the hell that I want. Even if I had a boyfriend, I wouldn’t ask for his permission to go into a strip joint or any other place, for that matter.”

He grinned. “I am woman. Hear me roar, huh?”

“Damn right,” I said, smiling back. I raised my hand and clawed the air. “Roar.”

Raptor laughed. “I like that.”

“You like independent women?”

“I just like what you did, there. It was sexy. You really are a kitten.”

I blushed.

“I mean, I do like independent women, to a point.”

“What do you mean, to a point?” I asked.

“I like a woman who can take care of herself when she needs to, but is willing to let a man take care of her when he wants to.”

I kind of liked that. To a point. “So, you’re not as chauvinistic as Tank?”

“Tank and I agree on some stuff. Some things we don’t. It’s not like we sit around talking about shit like that.”

I smiled. “Yeah, I’m sure you don’t.”

“So, where are you ladies going tonight?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Clubbing.”

“Just you two?”

“No. There are more of us.”

“Girls or guys?”

“Just us girls. We all grew up together. Went to the same high school.”

“What about protection?”

I frowned. “What do you mean by protection?” Was he talking condoms?

He tilted his head, smiling. “You gotta bodyguard chaperoning you little girls, Kitten?”

“We don’t need a bodyguard,” I said. “And we’re not little girls.” Nor was I a damn cat.

“Figure of speech, although, you’re pretty small.” He took another drink of his beer and licked his lips, studying me. “If you were mine, I wouldn’t let you out of the house without some kind of protection. Not with the Devil’s Rangers in town. Especially, not after what that asshole said to you earlier.”

“I’m not worried,” I answered, now a little unsure myself. “It’s not like we’re going to the kind of places those guys hang out.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. I wouldn’t take any chances. Just watch your back tonight. You got a blade hiding in that purse of yours?”

I stared at him in surprise. “A blade?”

“Obviously you don’t,” he said. “You carrying any mace?”

“No. I don’t even know where to get mace.”

“A goddamn whistle, at the very least?”

I smirked. “Why, so that I can call a Time Out?”

He grunted. “I’m not trying to be funny. How about a cell phone?”

I nodded toward my purse. “Yeah. Of course.”

He stood up and walked over to it.

“What are you doing?”

He unzipped the top and began rummaging through it. “Jesus, how much stuff can one girl carry around in here?” he asked, waving a tampon. “Got your friend, huh? This is probably a good deterrent. Try waving it in the air if you run into trouble. Nobody will mess with your shit. Believe me.”

“Seriously?” I said quickly, snatching it from him. “I don’t have my period. Not that it’s any of your business. That’s for emergencies. Would you please get out of my purse,” I said, pulling it away from him just as he found my phone.

“I’m going to add my name and phone number to your contacts list. You get into any trouble tonight or,” he smiled wickedly, “interested in hooking up later, call me.”

Something told me that hooking up with him would be the death of me, as hunky as he was. I would never have the guts to call him or find out what was hidden under his low-riding jeans anyway. “I don’t do hook-ups.”

He pushed some buttons on my phone. “Why, you need to be wined and dined first?”

I blushed. “Maybe.”

“Fair enough.” He grinned. “How do you feel about wine and wings at my apartment later?”

I raised my eyebrow. “Really? You wouldn’t even buy me a real dinner? Just an appetizer?” He opened his mouth to say something, but I interrupted him. “Please don’t tell me that you’re the main course or that you have a large tube-steak for me, either.”

He laughed and handed me my phone. “I don’t need to use a line like that to get laid.”

“Good, because we both know that it would be extremely tacky.”

Before he could reply, a noise from one of the nearby rooms caught our attention. The sound began to increase and I quickly recognized it as Krystal’s cries of pleasure.

“Looks like your friend is a screamer,” said Raptor, turning around. He leaned back against the counter and took another swig of beer. “Good thing the meeting is upstairs in the back, or there’d be hell to pay. Slammer doesn’t like distractions. Especially when he’s not the one involved in it.”

I rubbed my forehead as the sounds grew louder. I couldn’t tell if hearing the other couple getting it on was embarrassing, or just making Raptor that much more appealing. “Maybe I should just go wait out in the car for her.”

“Maybe you should just finish your beer and stay inside here with me. Where you’re safe.”

From the way he was smiling, his definition of ‘safe’ contradicted mine.



Chapter Three



HOLY SHIT WAS my dick begging to come out and play. I had more wood than Yellowstone National Park. It wasn’t just the noises in the other room that were making me horny, either. It was her. Sure, she was beautiful, with those come-fuck-me emerald eyes and that chestnut colored hair that I knew would feel good in my fist when I was banging her from behind. But it wasn’t only that. It was something else that was starting to suck me in and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Looks like your friend is a screamer,” I said, leaning back against the counter after hearing Krystal scream again. I took another swig of beer. “Good thing the meeting is downstairs or there’d be hell to pay. Slammer doesn’t like distractions. Especially when he’s not the one involved in it.”

She rubbed her forehead as the sounds grew louder. “Maybe I should just go wait out in the car for her.”

I smiled wickedly. “Maybe you should just finish your beer and stay inside here with me. Where you’re safe.”

From the look on her face, she knew that she was far from being safe. Something told me she didn’t care, either. That she was intrigued. If she even looked at my crotch with interest, I’d be on her like a dog in heat, which truthfully, was probably a bad idea since Adriana was the kind of girl I normally tried to avoid. The kind that went to college, went to church, and didn’t fuck on the first date. The kind that needed monogamy and commitment. I was down with that before Brandy had fucked me over. But, she’d taught me a lesson. Never trust anyone but your brothers. Not even the woman who warms your bed at night and sucks your dick until dawn. She’s always looking for someone else to replace you. Someone with a bigger wallet or a bigger dick. Apparently, in my case, it was a bigger wallet since Brandy had started calling me back, wanting to hook up since her boss wasn’t making her come the way I had. Still, knowing that this chick wasn’t like Brandy, or the rest of the whores that usually hung around the club, made me want to bury myself deep inside of her that much more.

Look at my crotch.

Come on, Kitten.

I dare you.





“SAFE, HUH?” I replied as Krystal howled in pleasure.

“Have to admit, listening to those two is getting me a little jacked up. I haven’t had sex for a while and this isn’t helping,” he said. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you horny, baby?” he joked, mimicking Austin Powers.

I stared at him in surprise. “Of course not.”

“Liar,” he said softly, smiling. “Your face is flushed.”

“That’s because I’m creeped out.”

“Sex creeps you out?”

“No,” I said a little sharply. “I just don’t care to hear other people having it.”

His eyes traveled over my body. “We could remedy that fairly easily.”

“Oh, yeah? How?”

He grinned. “Drown out their noises with ours.”

I laughed. “Wow. Seriously?”

“When it comes to sex? Yeah,” he said.

I shook my head and smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as forward as you. Do you flirt like this with all the girls you meet?”

“Not girls like you.”

“What do you mean, girls like me?”

He paused. “Classier ones.”

His compliment made me smile. “So, what are you saying? That you usually only flirt with unclassy ones?” I joked, feeling a little flattered but nervous, too.

“Actually, I don’t have to flirt with them. They usually come on to me.”

“So, do you usually prefer the skanks?”

He smirked. “Those I usually prefer on their knees.”

I laughed. “But not the classy ones?”

“Then, I’m usually the one on my knees.”

My face turned scarlet at that image.

He bit his lower lip and smiled “Sorry, am I embarrassing you?”

“You’re making it a little… awkward.”

“Sorry. Ever since I saw you blushing earlier, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see it again. It’s damn cute.”

There was a thud from the room next door. Then another and another, until it became a steady rhythm.

“Looks like they’ve graduated to the bed. Hopefully, they’ll be done soon,” he said as the noises grew louder.

“Wow, they have a bed in there, huh?” I said as Krystal’s moans seeped through the wall. I knew it was her birthday, but this was getting ridiculous.

“Of course. Only Tank and his dad use it, though.”

“Not you?”

“I’ve never used it. I have higher standards when it comes to sex.”

“Bars aren’t your thing?”

“Other men’s beds are not my thing.”

“I don’t blame you. So, how do you know Tank?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“We’re brothers.”

I pulled my hair over my shoulder and stared at him in surprise. “Really? I didn’t know he had one.”

“We’re all brothers here,” he said, taking another swig of beer.

“Ah.”

“Ah?”

“I get it. You’re biker brothers.”

He smirked. “You think you’ve figured us out, huh? I bet you’re from the suburbs and have no idea what it’s like, being on your own.”

“Maybe not, but I heard that Tank is also from the suburbs,” I said, feeling a little defensive.

“Yeah, but it’s different for him. He’s lived the MC life since he was born. Obviously, you don’t know what that shit entails. But if you did, you’d understand where I’m coming from. Your parents probably sheltered you your entire life, which I can’t blame them. If I had a daughter, I’d want to do the same thing. Keep you safe. ”

“I’m not sheltered,” I replied stiffly.

He smirked. “Believe me, you’re sheltered. You have no idea what’s really going on out there, Kitten. On the streets and, hell, in your own backyard, now. Drugs, prostitution, sex-trafficking, murder.”

“I watch the news,” I said. “I know what’s out there. I’ve even taken self-defense classes.”

“Self-defense classes?” he repeated, looking amused. “What kind?”

“Just some basic stuff. How to knock a knife out of someone’s hand. Kick him in the junk. Things like that.”

“You think if I came at you, you’d be able to defend yourself against me?” asked Raptor, setting his beer down.

“It’s easier to defend myself against someone who isn’t ready for me to fight back.”

“Actually, those scumbags will anticipate you trying to defend yourself in one way or another. Why don’t you show me what you’ve learned?”

“No, that’s okay,” I said, staring up at him now. He’d moved closer and the thought of him putting his arms around me was making my heart race.

“Come on. Don’t be frightened. I’ll be gentle.”

“I’d really rather not,” I said, as he moved closer.

“I think you should,” he said. He was so close, I could smell the beer on his breath. “If you girls are going out by yourselves, and drinking, you should definitely know how to defend yourself.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said, keeping my beer between us.

He laughed. “I don’t think there’s any chance of that.”

“Don’t be too sure,” I said, looking down at my brown leather ankle-boots. They had narrow heels and I imagined if I kicked him the way my instructor had shown me, it would wipe the smile right off of his face.

Before I could stop him, he grabbed my beer and set it on the counter. “Come here,” he said, pulling me toward the middle of the room.

“I just told you I didn’t want to do this,” I protested.

“Humor me. Please,” he said, turning around to face me. “I just want to see what these classes teach and maybe even give you some more pointers.”

“Fine,” I said with a sigh. “But, just don’t get mad if I hurt you.”

“I’ll try not to,” he said, his mouth twitching.

“Okay,” I answered, trying to recall all of the things my instructor, Mr. Mandrill, had taught me. “So, um, whenever you’re ready.”

“What do you want me to do?”

I waved my hand. “I don’t know. You’re the one who wanted to see me defend myself. I guess if you were going to attack a woman, do what you’d do.”

“Me? If I was going to attack a woman, it would be in bed and not on the streets,” he said, smiling wickedly. “And I doubt she’d fight back.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Casanova. Just attack me. In fact, I’ll turn and you can try to get me from behind.”

“Now we’re talking,” he answered, a smile in his voice, as I turned my back on him.

“Okay. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around me so quickly that I barely had time to exhale. He held my wrists together in front of me. “Show me what you got, Kitten.”

I hesitated for a second, enjoying the feel of his chest pressing against my back and the heat his body was generating. And, was it my imagination, or was there something hard pressed against my ass?

“You smell good,” he whispered near my ear. “I think you’d better free yourself before I forget why we were doing this.”

I felt a warm shiver go through me as I imagined his lips on my neck and then other parts of my body.

“Well?”

I stomped on his foot with my heel and he let me go, hollering in pain.

“Oh, my God!” I cried as he bent over to rub the top of his boot. “I’m so sorry!”

I heard a door slam and then Tank was rushing into the room, shirtless. “What the fuck is going on in here?”

“Nothing. It’s okay,” said Raptor, putting his foot down.

“What’s wrong with your foot?” said Tank as Krystal entered the room, adjusting her clothes.

“I did it,” I said, feeling my face turn red.

Raptor removed his black boot and then his sock. “But, I forced her into it,” he said, staring down at his foot, which was already bruising up. “Damn, girl, those heels are deadly.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, still feeling horrible. “I did warn you, though.”

“I know you did.”

“You did that?” asked Krystal, walking over to get a better look. “How?”

“I was pretending to attack her and she stopped me,” said Raptor. “Good move, by the way.”

“Thanks,” I said, smiling sheepishly. “Uh, I really am sorry.”

He put his sock back on. “It’ll heal. I’ve been through much worse.”

“Can you walk?” asked Tank.

He took a couple steps. “Of course. See. Hell, I could probably still kick your ass with it without flinching.”

Tank snorted. “Yeah, you wish. It doesn’t look so good to me. I’ll go get you a stiff drink. Come on, Krystal, walk with me, babe.”

“Uh, okay,” she said and looked back at me. “I’ll be right back and then we’ll get going.”

“Sure,” I said. I turned back to Raptor, who was attempting to put his boot back on. “Do you think I broke anything?”

“No,” he replied, wincing.

“Maybe you should have that looked at,” I said, staring at his foot.

“Seriously, it’s okay, Kitten. Don’t worry about me.”

I laughed and shook my head.

“What’s so funny?”

“You keep calling me Kitten.”

He winked. “What can I say, I like kittens. I especially like it when they curl up around your face to stay warm. Something tells me I’d like you there, too.”

“By your face?”

“On my face.”

I gasped, my face turning scarlet.

He laughed. “Sorry, I just love to see you blush, darlin’.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds and then I asked him where he was from.

“I have a house a few blocks away.”

“You live there alone?”

His eyes narrowed. “Why are you asking if I live alone?”

“I’m just curious. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” I said, noticing the guarded look in his eyes. “I was just making conversation.”

He relaxed. “Sorry. Yeah, I live alone. Most of the time. Sometimes I take in teens who need a temporary place to stay.”

I stared at him in surprise. I wasn’t expecting that. “What? You’re kidding?”

“No. Not at all. I do some volunteering at one of the shelters in Barnesfied. Sometimes, when they get a little over-run with families, I volunteer my extra bedrooms. Sometimes.”

“Wow.”

“Shocked, huh? You shouldn’t judge people, Kitten. I don’t know if I should smile at your surprise or be offended.”

“I’m sorry. It just seems out of character for a guy in a… motorcycle gang like yours.”


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