Laying it Bare Biker Style ~ Grayson (Laying it Bare #9)

One

Grayson

“I really think the two of you should join Gage and me out at the bar.

You know you’ll have fun.”

Leaning against the bar that split our kitchen from the living room, I waved my water bottle at my roommate’s fiancé and grinned.

Sage turned mid-step on her way back to join Ryder in the living room – after her one hundredth run to the bathroom today – and tossed her hands onto her hips, giving me the stink eye.

“I waddle like a penguin and can barely get in and out of my seat without someone acting as a crane.

I would not have a good time.”

“But we could make a game out of balancing beer bottles on your belly.”

She narrowed her green eyes at me.

“You know I appreciated you helping Ryder turn the spare room into a wonderful nursery, but the fact that you treat my incubator as a fun house makes me want to throttle you.”

“Stop harassing my fiancé, Grayson.”

Ryder stepped up behind Sage and wrapped his arms around her middle, resting his hands on said incubator.

Then he kissed her temple before leading her back to the couch and helping her plop down beside him.

Fiancé and a baby on the way.

I mentally shook my head.

I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that one of my best friends and brother in our Twisted Flames MC in Aiken, South Carolina was due to have a baby in the next couple of weeks and was planning on getting married in the early fall.

“When the baby comes, you’re going to be given ‘overnight baby duty’ as penance.”

“I can’t feed the baby.

I don’t have the right boobs.”

I shot her a smirk.

“I’ll feed her and then hand her off and go back to bed.”

Her own lips twisted into a devious smile.

“After all, you’ll be an honorary uncle.

You can have your special bonding time at night while I sleep.”

Sage was a sweetheart.

I wasn’t sure what she was doing with an asshole like Ryder.

Even eight and a half months pregnant, she was stunning.

And even though I had thought she was a hot little number when we had first run into her, the way Ryder had looked at her .

.

.

there had been no way in hell I was stepping in the middle of that.

Although he completely ignored the truth of his feelings at the start.

And of course, I had fucked with him every chance I had gotten over that little tidbit.

I snorted.

I was as nurturing as Ryder.

That pulled a chuckle from me.

Well, fuck us.

The two of us were going to have to learn rather quickly.

Although I had been quick to suggest bringing Sage home, taking care of a grownup was leagues different than providing for a newborn.

We were so fucked.

“You two should embrace these last few weeks of freedom.

You guys won’t get out again for eighteen years.”

Upending the bottle, I hid my smirk.

“Lynette, Misti and Angel will be banging down our door for the opportunity to babysit.

We’ll still get to enjoy some time together.

And I won’t have this huge beach ball belly to tote around with me anymore.

So thanks for the invite, although I’m sure it was more for your benefit, but we’re staying in and watching some movies.”

“Ryder isn’t sporting a beach ball.

He could come out with me for some beers.”

I couldn’t resist teasing her.

She shrugged.

“I don’t mind if he goes out.

He can – ”

“I don’t go out without you, Sweetheart.”

Running his hand gently through some of her red curls; Ryder kissed the top of her head.

“I figured that would be the response, but I had to get in one last dig before I headed out.

You two enjoy yourself.

Don’t wait up.

I’m hoping for some pussy tonight.”

Sage rolled her eyes at me.

“Have a great time, Grayson.

And thank you for not bringing your strays home with you.”

But her body shook with her laughter.

My crude words never bothered her.

Although Ryder and I would definitely have to curb our vocabulary around a little one.

That was going to be a major adjustment.

I needed more than a few beers tonight.

With a little wave, I strolled out to the garage to hop on my Hog.

After I backed out of the garage, I hit the road in the direction of Bottoms Up Tops Down.

With any luck, I’d hook up with a hot little piece of ass with enough drinks in her not to be trashed, but willing to pull down her pants as well.

Unless she was wearing a skirt.

My lips curled into a smirk.

We wouldn’t even have to waste time ripping off clothes.

About fifteen minutes later, I pulled into the lot and parked beside a row of bikes.

Hopefully if any of the motorcycles belonged to a brother from another club, they weren’t looking for trouble tonight.

But, for the most part, the clubs around here didn’t have many problems with Twisted Flames.

We didn’t stir up trouble and stayed on the right side of the law.

And recently, our allegiance grew tighter with Pyro Devils.

However, a group that wasn’t local, but had been stirring up shit in our area, had caused us a ton of grief recently.

Although it seemed Brutal Demons had withdrawn from our area after our latest confrontation, we knew better than to completely let down our guard.

Loud music and rowdy talking hit me as soon as I stepped inside.

After scanning the crowded room, I spotted Gage at a table situated close to the bar with Axel, Remus, Bolt, and one of our Prospects, Boot, sitting around him, slinging back beers.

When I dropped down in the empty chair, Gage gestured to the pitchers of beer.

“Couldn’t convince the pregnant couple to join us?”

He smirked behind his mug, his green eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I brought up a ton of valid points, but Sage shot down every one of them.”

I poured myself a beer before taking a long pull.

Tipping his head back, Gage released a burst of laughter.

“That girl is something.

I love her.

Lucky bastard scooped himself up a treasure there.

But fuck, being a parent. I don’t know that I’ll ever be ready for that responsibility.”

“Never thought Ryder would be the first one of you young pups.

I had my money on you, Grayson.

I wonder how many more of you shmucks will follow since Ryder opened the door on that one.”

Remus rubbed a hand through his gray beard, his gun metal colored eyes sparking with humor.

“That’s real rich coming from someone who has been married for as long as I’ve known you.

But no fucking way, Prez.

I enjoy having my freedom and I don’t think I’d be satisfied with the same pussy day in and day out.”

Unless I found the right one.

But how many of those gems were really out there? “I’m here tonight for beer and pussy.

In that order.

Not to talk about settling down.”

“And we’re in luck.

The hot ones are out tonight.

This bar is crawling with them.

We’ll have our pick because the guys wandering about the bar look like the shmucks Remus was yammering about.”

Gage ran a hand over his brown mop.

“I didn’t even have to spend any extra time making it look this amazing.”

A ruckus near the bar area shifted my attention to one of the hot numbers Gage had mentioned were enhancing this establishment with their presence tonight.

The stunning blonde with eyes the color of the ocean was attempting to reject the advancements of a first class sleazebag who was too stupid for his own good.

She was failing miserably at getting him to leave her alone and her friend didn’t look as if she were doing any better of a job.

“Excuse me for a moment.

Some douche doesn’t understand the meaning of the word no.

And besides she’s too hot to go home with someone like him.”

Rising from my seat, I made my way over to the confrontation.

Preppy blond surfer boy insisted on putting his mouth at her ear no matter how many times she slapped him away.

His smug smirk twisted my insides.

It was only a guess; but my gut said he was the type who waited for the slightly tipsy girl so that he could get away with things that should be considered rape.

“I just want to buy you a drink, Cupcake.

You smell delicious and I bet taste even better than a cupcake.”

He ran his fingers along her cheek.

As I stepped up to his side, I removed his hand from her face.

“Body language and verbal language told me from across the room that she’s not playing your game and wants you out of her face.”

“What are you? Her wannabe boyfriend or her keeper?”

Preppy scowled, as his brown eyes trailed over my cut.

He was aware I was MC, just couldn’t figure out which one since my Twisted Flames patch was on the back, our name surrounded by orange flames waving behind a skull and cross bones.

“I can handle myself just fine.

I don’t need you stepping in to play hero.”

Blondie snapped, narrowing her stunning eyes at me.

Her friend nervously swiped her hand through her brown curls.

“You might want to accept the help, Brooke.

I think it’s the only way this guy will leave you alone.”

Her anxious words whispered from her lips so I wasn’t sure if Preppy had heard her.

“I can take care of myself.

I’m tired of being coddled.”

Brooke forced the words out through her clenched jaw.

“Come on, Cupcake.

Join me at my table and maybe we can have a dance later on before I take you home.”

His arm snaked down to grab her hand, but mine whipped out to intercept it.

My fingers wrapped around his wrist and I brought his arm up to his face.

“This doesn’t go anywhere near the lady again.

Or it gets snapped in half.”

He ripped his arm from my grasp.

Only because I had released my hold.

“You don’t scare me.

Besides, there are plenty of other hot girls here.

She’s not worth the trouble.”

Tossing me a sneer, he turned and stalked off.

“I told you I didn’t need someone fighting my battles.

Especially someone who thinks just because he rides a motorcycle he’s king of the world or some other stupid notion.”

Her eyes blazed with heat as she took in my build – I stood at six two and about two hundred sixty pounds.

But it wasn’t all anger flaring in their midst.

My blue gaze traced over the fiery temptation.

“The name is Grayson.

And a thank you would have sufficed, Brooke.”

I liked the way her name sounded sliding over my tongue.

But I was positive I would love sliding my tongue all over her body even more.

She growled.

“I don’t recall asking for you to step in.

I know all about guys like you too.

So don’t pretend you’re any better than that asshole was.

Being my hero won’t get you into my pants. Don’t bother me anymore.”

She stormed off.

Her little friend offered me a small smile before she chased after Brooke.

“At least buy me a drink before you’re all over me like that.”

I chuckled after her retreating figure, with the nice ass that pair of tight jeans hugged so shamelessly.

Hopefully she loosened up after a few beers.

I wouldn’t mind meeting up with her again, but not while she was pissy and needing a bit of alcohol to unwind that attitude.

Even though I found it incredibly hot.

My dick twitched in my jeans.

I strolled back to my table and plopped down before taking another long pull of my beer.

“Why are you all smiles? She just shot you down.

I was worried you were going to be nothing but a pile of ash when she was done with you.”

Axel’s brown eyes danced with humor at his misunderstanding of what had transpired.

Although she had shot me down, with venom, just not for what he had thought.

“I didn’t head over there to hit on the stunning blonde.

I went over there to punch the fuckwad, who wouldn’t leave her alone, in his face.

But in the end, I didn’t need to since he finally wised up.”

Our waitress paused at our table and flicked her dark hair over her shoulder.

“Hey, do you guys need anything else right now?”

“We could use another pitcher of beer and after your shift I could use a little pussy.”

Axel shot her a wink.

“I’ll get you guys that beer and then after the bar closes, I’ll be waiting to give you your pussy, Axel.”

Without so much as a slight blush to her cheeks since the waitresses were all used to my brothers’ crude language and voracious libido, she tossed him a flirty smile before heading over to the bar for our beer.

The evening wore on with laughs, drinks, and the guys hitting on anything with boobs.

But my encounter with the sassy blonde had me less interested in the other available and willing women who flooded our table in unending waves.

My eyes would catch the captivating girl on the dance floor with her friend or standing at the bar, but she never sought out my gaze.

I tried to shake that disappointment loose.

I didn’t chase pussy. Never had, never would. But I wasn’t all that sure it was her pussy I wanted to be chasing. And that was a troubling thought I wasn’t in the mood to dissect.

However, when I hadn’t spotted her anywhere for almost ten minutes, my mood took a massive plunge.

I hadn’t gotten the chance to get her number.

I had been waiting until later on in the night when hopefully she would have been a little more chill.

“Hey guys.

I’m going to go get some fresh air for a minute. I’ll be right back.”

I stood from my chair and made a mad dash for the door.

Once outside, I scanned the parking lot but didn’t see anyone.

However, off to the side, yelling and then a girl’s scream cut through the night air.

I sped off in the direction of the commotion, rounding the corner on the left side of the building and stopped dead in my tracks.

A burly guy had his beefy hand wrapped around Brooke’s arm while she was trying to tug herself free.

Her girlfriend stood off to the side, frozen in shock.

When his other hand swung around and clocked her in the face, my vision grew red and my footsteps quickened.

I was like a freight train barreling down the tracks.

But the only delivery I intended to make was my fist to his face.

Stopping about a yard away from them, I snarled.

“Get the fuck away from her now!”

Burly guy snickered.

“Mind your own business.

My boys and me have this covered.”

Since it was dark, I hadn’t noticed his cronies standing around, but there were only four of them.

Easy pickings.

Especially when now that I was closer and got a good look at Brooke, my anger swelled like a dragon unfurling its wings.

Her right eye was red rimmed, her lip was split, and she had a huge bruise on her cheek.

At my advancement, burly guy whipped her around, holding her back to his front and pulled a knife up to her neck.

“Close enough.

Now go back to your party; this isn’t your business.

Besides, it’s just you and I don’t think you can take on all five of us.

MC guy or not.”

He sneered.

Brooke’s eyes were wide, her face pale.

But not a single tear stained her cheeks.

“Even unarmed I could take the five of you out without breaking a sweat.”

I tugged my gun from my waistband and trained it on burly guy.

“But seeing as I’m an excellent shot; I’ll put a bullet in your head.

And since she’s not tall enough to shield anything but your chest, I’ll blow your brains out and then put a bullet in each one of your cronies.”

Not wanting to test my threat, his cronies eyeballed one another briefly before taking off.

“Fucking pansies.”

The brute spat his frustration.

“Release the girl, asshat.”

As soon as he threw Brooke to the ground, I shoved my gun back into the waistband of my jeans and was on him.

I slammed my hand down on the wrist holding the knife and it skittered across the pavement before my fist connected twice with his face and once with his gut.

Rage simmered through my veins and my thoughts were only on one thing – beating him to a bloody pulp for what he had done to Brooke.

“Please, Grayson.

Stop.

Please just let him go.”

However, her distressing pleas broke through my haze of fury.

Shoving the fucker to the ground, I snarled.

“Get the fuck out of here before I change my mind.”

Not paying one bit of attention to his retreating ass, I rushed over to Brooke and carefully lifted her from the ground and wrapped her up in my arms.

And was completely caught off guard when instead of being struck by a wave of lust, a surge of extreme protectiveness washed over me.

I never liked seeing any innocent female injured by a douchebag, but the feelings she evoked in me were unfamiliar.

She shook as she burrowed into my shirt.

“I’m not a weakling.”

“Nobody said you were.”

“But I needed you to rescue me from him.”

She sniffled.

“He outweighed you by at least one hundred fifty pounds and had a knife.

Unless you were packing a gun I didn’t see, he had two advantages, Princess.”

“I own a gun and a permit to carry, but Jim doesn’t allow them in his bar.

Besides, I was here to drink and I never use a gun after I’ve consumed alcohol.

And I’m not a princess.”

“Well, I feel like a prince since I defeated the enemy and am now holding the beautiful princess.

So you know how to shoot.

Fuck, beautiful and dangerous.

I’m intrigued.”

“I’m the police chief’s daughter; of course I can handle a weapon.”

“Ahh, that explains the aversion to my kind.”

Well, fuck.

I didn’t stand a chance.

We maintained a ‘tolerate one another’ relationship with the police, but the chief loathed us with a hatred I couldn’t comprehend.

We had never caused him problems and were always willing and able to help out.

But that never seemed to gain us any clemencies with him.

“I’m sorry about that.

I don’t like when people judge me as a cop’s daughter.

So I shouldn’t judge you by your membership in a club.

I know there are a few good ones out there.

Maybe you belong to one like that. I never bothered to ask.”

She released a deep sigh.

“And my dad is going to go ape shit crazy when he sees my face.

I know it looks terrible since it hurts like a son of a bitch.”

She pulled away from me slightly and looked over at her friend.

“Dani, he is going to freak the fuck out, isn’t he?”

Her friend cringed and her eyes grew wide.

“Couldn’t you go home with your friend for a few days until the marks start to fade and you can cover them up with makeup?”

Eyeing her up close and not tucked into my arms, my eyes landed on the bloody smear on her neck.

Ripping the bottom off of my t-shirt, I placed it on her neck.

“The fucker nicked your neck with his blade.

It’s not bad though.”

“Thanks.”

She placed her hand over mine, but I kept my own there.

“I don’t live with my dad.

I live with Dani, but he is coming over tomorrow to take me to brunch.

It’s our normal Saturday morning routine.”

“Don’t answer the door.

Have your roommate tell him you’re out with someone; I don’t know.

Tell him you’ll have to meet him for brunch another morning during the week.”

“If he even senses I’m there; he’ll know something is wrong and barge right in.”

Brooke tugged her free hand through her mass of waves.

“I can tell him Maggie was having a bad night so you headed over to stay with her.

He won’t go over there to check because he doesn’t like dealing with girl drama.

But you’d still need to hide away somewhere since I don’t know how he does it, but he’ll know you’re there and just not coming to the door.

Must be something like a sixth sense they teach in cop school.”

Dani studied her friend for a moment, her eyes full of sorrow.

“I’m sorry I wanted to leave early.

If we hadn’t, he wouldn’t have been able to corner us with no one around.”

Then she shifted her gaze to me.

“Thank you for coming over when you heard the ruckus.

I know this wasn’t the normal direction you would have been heading since the motorcycles are parked out front.”

“I’d never leave any woman out here alone to fend for herself.

Someone needed help and I’m always able to help.

Besides, I had wanted another chance so that I could get Brooke’s number.

When I noticed the two of you had disappeared, I had hoped I could catch up with you.

My plan was to get her number after we had shared a dance, but I’m glad I was in the right place at the right time to help out. Sorry, I was so focused on the scene with Brooke; no one hurt you did they, Dani?”

“No.

That asshole had been bothering her inside and his jerk friends just wanted to see a show.

Although it makes me really sick if I think about what kind of show it could’ve turned into.

I’m sure if my feet would have unglued from the pavement to try to help out, one of them would have been on me as well.”

She shivered.

“Why don’t you come home with me while you figure out how to lay low until you’re able to hide your injuries from your dad?”

What the hell was wrong with me? I never brought home girls – except when I was passing them off to Ryder.

I chuckled to myself.

And it wasn’t like I was planning to fuck her.

Not that I didn’t want to.

Although she now seemed to at least tolerate me; I wasn’t convinced she wanted much to do with me.

She eyed me warily.

“You came to my rescue and with the intent to use deadly force if necessary.”

She gestured to where I had placed my gun.

“Why did Jim allow you to carry that into the bar? And drink? Never mind.”

She rolled her eyes and then winced.

“He probably uses your assistance when needed.”

“He does.”

I gave her a cocky grin.

“But I don’t use it inside unless it’s to protect.

Jim knows that.”

“I still don’t know you.

Although Dani knows what you look like and can take your picture in case I disappear.”

“You won’t disappear.

I won’t even make a move on you.

Although you will have to share my bed considering we no longer have a spare room.

We turned it into a nursery for my roommate and his fiancé’s new baby girl.”

Her mouth dropped open.

“Wait.

Your roommate has a baby?”

“Being judgy again.”

My lips curled into a smirk so she knew I wasn’t mad at her outburst.

“The baby is due in the next couple of weeks.

We’re not all Neanderthals, Princess.”

“Maybe not, but you can’t possibly be doing this out of the goodness of your heart.

I mean you come to a bar to pick up chicks.

I’m not judging; that’s known fact.

So if you take me home; you’re missing out on taking home some other chick.

I’m messing that up for you. You have to want something in return.”

“You’re not messing anything up for me.

I don’t take home chicks.

I’ve never taken one to my place.

I always go to theirs.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open.

She got what I was saying.

Yeah, it surprised the fuck out of me too.

And I was sure Ryder and Sage would give me shit for it too.

“I offered to take you home.

It’s not like you intentionally barged in on my night. If I recall, I tried to barge in on your night earlier.”

“Then you don’t expect anything in return.

I come home with you and can sleep in your bed until I figure out how to hide my bruises from my dad, but you don’t want anything in return?”

She raised an eyebrow at me.

Damn, I loved her sass and was dying to kiss that alluring mouth.

“I don’t expect anything in return.

I didn’t say I didn’t want.

I wouldn’t turn you down.

But you have to make the offer. I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”

My lips curved into a cocky grin.

“I don’t have anything to wear.

And I’m not walking around your place naked.”

Fuck, Brooke naked.

She was a stunner in her tight jeans and flowing top.

And she probably wore a matching lacy bra and thong underneath.

I barely suppressed a growl.

“Stop putting images in my head, Princess. Besides, Sage has clothes that will probably fit you. She’s been in prego clothes for a while now so she won’t miss a few outfits for a few days.”

“Okay.

I’ll come home with you.

It might be fun to be friends with a biker.

I might be able to work this to my advantage.”

She gave me a roguish grin.

Fuck, that cheekiness was hot as hell.

But then my brain fixated on her word friends and I inwardly groaned.

Fine for today, but I was using these next few days to move into the much more category.

Not exactly sure what that was.

And once again, I was surprised my thoughts weren’t about claiming her pussy, but claiming the whole package.

“I changed my mind.

I do want something in exchange.”

I threw up my hand to stop her protests.

“All I want is a kiss.”

Tilting her head to the side, she studied my face for a moment.

Then she gave me a flirty smile that almost knocked me onto my ass.

Pure temptress with a dash of innocence.

It almost singed me where I stood.

Dropping my lips to hers, I trailed my hands down to her ass and squeezed, releasing a low groan.

Her ass was amazing.

Digging my fingers into the flesh, I pressed her belly into my hardening dick.

“Um, your hands are on my ass.”

She murmured against my lips.

“I have to put them somewhere.”

“You could put them on my cheeks.

That would be the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Where’s the fun in that? Besides, I do have them on your cheeks.

And make no mistake; I’m no gentleman.

But you are safe coming home with me.”

“Even though you are grinding your dick into my stomach?”

She had a giggle to her tone.

“Princess, you are a beautiful girl.

If I didn’t have a boner there would be something wrong with me.

And trust me; there is nothing wrong with me.”

I smirked against her lips.

“Other than the fact that you think very highly of yourself.”

“It’s called confidence.

And you have it pouring off of you in waves as well.”

“I’m still not having sex with you, Grayson.”

“Just because you’re in my bed, doesn’t mean we are going to fuck.

Maybe I like to cuddle.

Ever consider that.”

The word cuddle was barely in my vocabulary.

Leaning back slightly, her eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“You’re not a cuddler.”

She averred like she had just figured out a century old mystery.

“I’m not, but I won’t try anything you don’t ask for.

I only sleep with willing partners.”

I had never even pondered the concept of cuddling before.

Hell, I barely ever fucked the girl in a bed.

Up against the wall or door, the floor, or the kitchen island; but I hardly gave the girl a chance to take me to her room.

It was easier to leave afterward that way.

Very few of my sexual tumbles took place in a bed and never mine.

But I could see myself enjoying snuggling up to Brooke, especially if it led to something more with her.

And that thought should have sent me rushing back into the bar.

But instead, I was even more determined to convince her to come home with me.

“And we hardly know one another. Shouldn’t we get to know each other first?”

I shot her a smirk.

Brooke rolled her eyes.

“Oh my God.

You are so full of shit.”

But her huff barely covered her giggle.

Dani pulled her to her side.

“I know you don’t want to deal with your dad when he’s pissed off.

And I really don’t think you’re in any danger going home with him.”

“Really? Miss Overcautious doesn’t get any bad vibes from him?”

“No, I don’t.

And I can snap a picture just in case you don’t text me tomorrow morning.”

Before I had a chance to cover my eyes, Dani whipped her phone out of her pocket and snapped my picture.

Shoving my hands in front of my face did nothing to deflect the temporary blinding the flash gave me.

And even though I briefly had white star bursts in front of my eyes, my ears had no problem picking up on the sound of the girls’ giggles.

Brooke would pay for that later.

“Did you drive?”

“No, Dani did.

My car is at home in the garage.”

“Let’s walk Dani to her car so I know she gets out of here safely.”

I followed the two girls across the lot to a white Malibu.

“She will be okay getting into the house by herself?”

“Yeah, the neighbors are pretty nosy all hours of the night.

Probably because I’m the chief’s daughter.”

Brooke rolled her eyes again.

“And my dad had security lights installed around the place.

And we have a security system as well.”

After Dani hugged Brooke, she crawled into her car.

Then we stepped back and Dani headed out of the parking lot.

“So have you ever been on a motorcycle before?”

Without thinking about my actions, I grabbed her hand and entwined our fingers before walking us back to the front of the bar’s lot.

She gave our clasped hands a brief look, but didn’t pull away.

“No.

But I’ve always wanted to ride on one.”

Most girls said that until they caught a glimpse of the size of my Hog.

And while I was well aware it was cocky, but irrefutable fact; I could be referring to the size of my dick as well.

When we stopped at the row of motorcycles, I paused to shoot a text to Gage that I had found a girl and was heading out.

He didn’t need the details.

The lack of details would ensure his own conclusions prevented questions.

He expected me to find some pussy and head out.

Usually not this early in the night, but I also wasn’t heading home for pussy.

I mentally shook my head.

I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but I wouldn’t be getting into her; at least not tonight.

But hopefully before my few days with her were done.

Although a huge part of me didn’t want us to be done after the few days, even if I did manage to fuck her during that time.

But I was getting way ahead of myself. And shit, Ryder and Sage’s relationship was really starting to rub off on me.

“So are you ready to roll? Or are you having second thoughts about getting on a bike?”

She didn’t have an ounce of hesitation or anxiety on her face.

Instead, her eyes were round with excitement and her smile was one of victory at the end of the Indy 500.

“No, I want to ride.

This is going to be the highlight of my night.”

She shot me a teasing grin.

She was going to be a handful, but fuck if I couldn’t wait to experience it.

But I refused to delve too deep into that thought at the moment.

I was a one-night stand man, but Brooke threw me for a loop.

She was the first girl I didn’t envision as merely being a conquest.

“You’re more excited about the motorcycle ride than coming home with me, aren’t you?”

She shrugged.

“I have to admit the ride does sounds more exciting.”

“Come here.”

Before she had a chance to refuse, I tugged her into my arms and slammed my mouth down onto hers.

No hesitation there either.

She melted into my touch with a moan and her hands wound into the short strands of my dark hair.

And when her lips parted, I shoved my tongue inside to get a taste.

And not only did she taste amazing but fuck, the girl liked her whiskey.

Not that I had any doubts she was going to be mine, but with her not being a fruity light weight drinker, she sent my cock into overdrive.

And she appealed even more to me on a whole new level.

When we parted, I leaned my forehead against hers.

“So was that a punishment or reward?”

Her eyes lit with amusement as her lips curved into a saucy smirk.

“I’ll keep that a secret for now.

You’ll have to play some more to figure it out.”

She cocked her head while her gaze studied me.

“Fair enough.”

And she gave me no clue as to her thoughts on that.

But something told me she was more spirited than serious.

In front of my bike, I grabbed my helmet and placed it on her head, tucking her silky locks inside.

“Can’t be too cautious.

I’m not reckless, but you can’t be too careful when you are dealing with other drivers.

And I want to get you to my place safely.”

“Thank you for thinking of me like that.”

Her words held a hint of awe.

What kind of fucktard wouldn’t put her safety first? No wonder she didn’t trust guys.

Made me even more impressed with myself that I was able to bring her home with me.

I mounted my bike.

“Climb up behind me and straddle my Hog.”

Patting the spot behind me, I shot her a devilish grin.

“The only straddling you’ll get from me tonight.”

Wearing her own smug smirk, she hopped on and wrapped her arms around my waist and plastered her chest to my back.

My grin widened.

Between her added stipulation of tonight and her breasts smashed up against me, my dick jerked in my jeans.

Hang in there, big guy.

We’ll work on it.

After roaring my engine to life, I headed out of the parking lot and in the direction of my place.

Brooke’s arms tightened around my middle, but it didn’t feel like it was in fear.

And when she released a loud “Whoop”, my hunch was confirmed.

Brooke loved being on the back of a bike.

With her caught up in her exuberance, I made a snap decision and took the long way home.

I hit a back road that wove around the little community where Ryder and I shared a house.

Brooke displayed no signs of unease so I focused on the feel of the night air and the freedom that came from letting loose on the road.

It was like riding a thunder cloud and out like this my senses were opened up to a supersonic level.

The quiet of the night was amplified and it was invigorating.

However, twenty minutes later, I steered my bike in the direction of home.

Sooner than I liked, I pulled into the garage that was attached to the left side of our place.

Brooke climbed off the back, her face flushed from the wind and I was positive the surge of excitement that rushed over anyone who took extreme pleasure from a ride.

She handed me the helmet.

“Oh my God that was fucking phenomenal! Would you take me again sometime? Maybe on a longer trip?”

Her words were breathy and I couldn’t help imagining her sounding just like that after I gave her body a thorough fucking, while ripping a few monstrous orgasms out of her.

“Did you really think this was just going to be a few days thing? I’ll take you for a ride anytime.

I plan to see a lot more of you.”

And I meant that in more than one way.

An odd look crossed her features.

“So far you’ve proven my first impression of you wrong.

Although in all fairness, I didn’t give you a real shot until out in the parking lot.”

She shrugged.

“That was really difficult for you to admit, huh?”

I couldn’t stop the grin curling my lips.

I put up my hands.

“Before you get defensive; yes, I’m teasing you, but I also feel honored you divulged that little tidbit.

I don’t know you all that well, but hope to change that.

And now I can understand your initial abrasiveness when it comes to others. Having your dad be the chief of police has to cause many frustrations for you. being people’s initial reaction to you and two the massive need to be your own person. I’m sure his overprotectiveness is a thousand times worse than the usual daddy’s girl protectiveness.”

“Thank you for that.

Somehow I didn’t take offense to anything you just said.

Because I truly believe you are trying to understand my situation, not feeling sorry for my ass or patronizing me.

I’m not happy about the situation out in the parking lot, but I’m glad it happened otherwise I don’t know if I would’ve given you another chance.

And somehow I think I would have been missing out on something.”

Her serious expression grew teasing.

“But I’m still not having sex with you tonight.”

And there was that ‘tonight’ stipulation again.

“I’m okay with that.

Because for the first time ever; that’s not my angle.

I want to see where this thing between us goes.

And I don’t mean just to my bed.”

My grin spread until I was sure it dominated my entire face even though Ryder was going to give me so much shit about this.

But I guess it was only fair considering I did the same thing to him when it came to Sage.

While we stood staring into each other’s eyes, the sound of Sage’s panicked scream pierced our moment.

“Fuck! Sage!”

And for the second time tonight, a female’s scream sent me racing to help.

Grabbing Brooke’s hand, I dragged her inside, hoping this didn’t turn out to be worse than my earlier rescue.