Her Wild Biker (Broken Heroes Love Harder #5)

Chapter One

Lucky

The church might burn down if I actually tried to go inside. – Lucky

I ride down the main street of Holly Oaks, Georgia a little too fast, a little too reckless. The grin that comes to my face is automatic. I can feel people staring. I love it. Let them look. Let them come out of their stores and take a gander at the lunatic on the bike.

I only slow down when I reach the First Baptist Church.

Occasionally, on Sundays, I’ll wait outside for the church doors to open so I can watch all the holier than thou people spill out.

It’s quite entertaining. Especially seeing the young women blush as they walk down the stairs and see me watchin’.

There’s something about those prim blushes that makes me want to corrupt those pretty, proper young ladies so damn bad.

The doors open promptly at twelve. God knows if the preacher tries talking after that time, people will have a fit.

There are roasts to finish cookin’ and tables to set.

By noon, if the preacher is still yakkin’ everyone starts lookin’ at their watches like Armageddon is comin’.

I don’t blame ‘em a bit. Hell, it’s been over fifteen years since I sat in a church, but I remember the days well enough from when I was a kid.

I stopped going about the time I became a rebellious teenager.

Not even my uncle’s threats could make me go back in those doors.

I sit up straighter. There’s a new girl meekly making her way down those front steps. Red hair shines in the sunlight.

I watch with interest as she stands next to an older man and they both shake hands with the preacher.

Preacher Colin Mckay is a good enough guy, even if he is always trying to save souls including my own.

He’s tried to talk to me several times, but I avoid him like the plague.

Too many bad memories of other clergy coming to comfort me when someone died.

Because let’s face it…in my life, people always die.

The redhead happens to glance my way and all thoughts of anyone besides her flee my mind. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

I’ve never been mesmerized by a woman’s face before.

Her curves yes, which she’s got plenty of, but it’s her face that catches my attention first. Big, brown eyes with long dark lashes and a pert little nose.

A face that should be cute more than sexy but entices me just the same.

Those plump red lips…as I watch she bites her bottom lip and I feel my jeans grow tight.

A smile spreads across my face as she watches me. She flashes me a small, shy smile and I feel blessed to have that much attention. I feel like an idiot, but I give her a nod and watch as her face blushes bright red. Man, she’s sweet.

I swing my leg over the seat of my bike, unable to stop myself from walking towards her. I want to know her name. I want to know what she likes, what she doesn’t like. Hell, I want to know what names she wants for our kids.

She finally looks away when the older man that’s next to her places a hand on her shoulder. I see her smile vanish and a sad look crosses her face. Fuck, I never want that look to cross her face again.

My fingers flex and I hold myself back from marching over to the front steps of the church and flattening the guy.

I recognize him as the very uptight Mayor Bob Alderman.

He’s notorious in our community for not liking the MC that I’m a part of.

If she’s with him, I’m pretty much doomed from the start.

But hell, I’ve always liked a challenge.

A big semi rolls down the street just then, blocking my view for only a second. After it passes, I look for my girl, but she’s vanished. Poof, just gone. Along with the good ol’ mayor.

I sit rooted to the spot for a long time after. I know that I won’t be able to stop thinking about the redhead anytime soon. That quick, she’s gotten under my skin.

Fuck, there’s something about that girl.