CHAPTER 1 #2
“Jeez, everyone thinks the other guys were crazy, but you top them.” Jumper chuckles. “Andi, it was nice to meet you. I’ll be seeing you around.” He focuses back on me, making sure his eyes never strayed to her cleavage. “I’m heading to the clubhouse to get a head start on your chore.”
Ever since Gambit brought Franci home, he makes sure there are no club bunnies in the common areas of the clubhouse at the end of the night.
His ol’ lady walked in one morning and found naked women on tables.
Now, with Hem and Striker having women too, the rules have gotten even stricter.
Especially since some of the new ol’ ladies have given birth or will soon, as in Striker’s case.
My hand wraps around Andi’s waist. She’s going to be mine. I know it. I’ve always liked her and loved watching her ride. She’s got an amazing connection with her horse. Well… former horse. She doesn’t ride Raine anymore, not since the horse was injured in an accident over a year ago.
Andi tips her head slightly, and the light catches the scar over her delicate left eyebrow. I can’t stop my finger from reaching for it. I trace it lightly and feel a shiver run through her body.
“Almost lost you before I knew you,” I tell her.
Andi drops her head, hiding the scar in the shadow of her hat once again.
“Um, can I sit there now?” She waves to the chair next to me that Jumper just vacated.
“No.”
A server sets the cherry coke in front of her, and she takes a sip.
“How did you know I like these?” she asks as she spears a cherry and sucks it between her lips.
“Fucking know everything about you, nymph.”
She squirms on my lap again.
“Want to go to the clubhouse with me and put something really sweet between those lips?”
She nods, her pupils blown wide. I push back my chair and stand, holding her close before setting her down next to me. I’ve never reacted to a woman like this before.
I’m not lying. I do know a lot about her, but not just because I’m a fan. My father followed her career for years when she was in the juniors, knowing she’d move up. She’d still be winning big and taking over the world if not for that accident.
Taking her small hand in mine, I feel the calluses on her palm from years of holding reins. I shorten my stride to accommodate her smaller legs. When we get outside, I move toward my bike.
“You been on the back of a hog before?” I ask as I take her hat off her head. She reaches for it, but I hand her my helmet. It’s big, but it’ll protect her. “You can’t wear this,” I tell her. “Need your pretty head covered.”
“You’re not going to wear yours.”
“I’m not the passenger. There are laws here about passengers. I’d wear a helmet and secure my hat too, but I don’t have a helmet for you yet.”
I tuck her hat and purse into my saddlebag before turning back to her.
“You expect me to ride with you more than once?” she purrs, fluttering her lashes and licking her lips.
I can’t stop myself. I lean down into her space and take her lips in a soft kiss.
It’s like touching a live wire. Everything in my body lights up, and she gasps at the contact.
I take the invitation and slide my tongue through her lips into her mouth.
My tongue dominates hers as her fists clench my T-shirt under my cut.
I pull away before I lay her across my bike and fuck her hard and deep.
Her skin is flushed in the parking lot lights. She slowly opens her eyes and looks up at me.
“Nymph, you’ll be the only person riding on the back of my bike from now on.”
My words wash over her, and her spine straightens as she steps back. “Other women have ridden behind you?” Jealousy flashes through her golden-brown eyes.
“Only my sister’s ever ridden behind me. A couple of times, I had to let a brother ride bitch when their bike gave them shit. But that’s it. No one else rides behind me. Only you. That’s some fiery jealousy you have, and it’s hot as fuck.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry. I didn’t mean to ask.” She looks down, embarrassed. “I just… I don’t want some bitch coming after me.”
“No bitches. I don’t sleep with club bunnies. Been longer than I’d like to admit since I was with a woman.” I climb on, then hold out a hand for her.
“I’ve ridden dirt bikes but never behind anyone.” She pulls a scrunchie from her pocket and secures her hair back.
“Just follow what I do. Hold on to me.”
She takes my hand, and I can’t help but notice again how small she is compared to me. She expertly throws her leg over the seat and settles in behind me. I pull her in close, and her hands land right over my belt buckle.
“Let’s go.”
The sooner I get her to my room in the clubhouse, the sooner I’ll be able to get between her lush thighs with nothing between us. The need to claim her overrides everything in my system.
We take off down the road, heading away from town. Her hands tighten against my stomach. Her thumbs brush under the edge of my T-shirt, and my body almost locks up. I gotta have her.
Andi
Riding behind him on his bike gives me the same wild heartbeat I feel when I’m on a horse, running through the fields. I haven’t felt like this in over a year. I miss riding, but the fear is almost debilitating when I try to climb into the stirrups.
Raine misses me riding her, but she’ll never be able to run or perform like she used to. She injured the frog of her hoof when she stepped on the buckle of the saddle. The sharp metal pierced her soft tissue, and that was the cry of pain she made before I lost consciousness.
I never expected to meet someone tonight.
I only came to my cousin’s restaurant because she’d been bugging me for months.
I moved to Eastport in August to attend Southern Rhode Island University, where I’m studying veterinary nursing.
I want to help horses and large animals. Maybe they’ll help me heal too.
My cousin, Amelia, owns the Austin Roadhouse with her husband, Striker.
They’ve been harping on me to visit ever since I got here seven months ago.
Lia and I have always been close. We’re more like sisters and best friends than cousins.
Even though she’s fourteen years older, she took on the big sister role for me, which I needed after losing my dad at ten.
We talked all the time, and I would spend time with her in Texas at our grandfather’s place.
I’m more like a young aunty to her son, Jude, even though my little sister is close to him in age.
But the moment the big cowboy I’m wrapped around walked up, I was smitten.
I know what I want tonight, and I hope he has the same idea.
I want to lose my virginity and do things I’ve only read about in my favorite Liberty Parker books.
This tall drink of whiskey, who not only gives off serious cowboy vibes but is a biker too, is going to scratch my itch tonight. Well, at least that’s the plan.
He pulls up to a large, old warehouse that’s been converted into a bar.
I thought we were going to his place. I’m going to have to tell him he clearly doesn’t know everything about me if he thinks I can get in.
I’m underage. I try to hide my disappointment as he holds out his hand for me to get off the back of his bike.
Riding dirt bikes is nothing like riding behind him. My body buzzes with sexual tension from having him pressed between my legs. Ever since he kissed me, my clit has been throbbing, and the bike ride didn’t help. I squeeze my legs together, trying to relieve the ache.
He watches me intently before swinging off the bike.
He bends over in front of me to open his saddlebag, and I can’t help staring at his ass in those jeans.
He straightens and hands me my cowboy hat as I give him his helmet.
Then he hands me my purse. I clutch it in front of me, wishing it could transport me away from the embarrassment about to hit.
“This is the clubhouse too,” he says. “I don’t have a place of my own. We’ll just walk through the bar and head straight for my room. You can’t walk around here freely without a cut on, and I don’t think you’re ready to wear mine. Sound good?”
“Okay,” I answer. I know what wearing a member’s cut usually means, but I don’t understand what he means by me not being ready.
I slide my hand into his. His long legs take off across the parking lot, and my nerves are starting to catch up with me.
Do I really want to do this? I overthink everything in my life.
I’m always making decisions my mother and grandma would approve of.
Leaving Indiana was the first act of rebellion I’ve ever taken. But am I ready for this?
Callum is practically a stranger, but I want him.
He’s sexy and mature, while every guy my age might be cute, they’re either childish or only after one thing.
Yes, I know he wants sex too, but he’s shown me he’s genuinely into me.
He’s basically told me that I make him lose control.
No boy has ever said that to me. They fumble and have no finesse, while Callum’s deep voice makes my core spasm.
My clit throbs with a need I’ve never felt before him.
As soon as he breaches the doorway, an extremely tall, muscular man steps toward us.
“Don’t even think of it, Grim. We’re going straight to my room.”
We step inside a large space with a fireplace and tables crowded around.
“Get her out of here before you’re caught.”
I bite my upper lip, sure he means my age.
I keep my head down as Callum winds us through tables, chairs, and couples.
We pass a bar lined with stools, then through a game room with televisions, pool tables, and more guys.
Finally, we reach a darkened hallway. He keeps walking to the back before turning down another dimly lit corridor.
Doors line the walls with nameplates, and we stop in front of one marked Cowboy.
He pulls out a key and unlocks the door.