Now, it’s his turn to laugh as he throws his head back. “Red, that’s not how I roll. I can get plenty of pussy without dragging single mums into my bed.”
“My name’s Lizzy, not fucking Red,” I growl. I get back into my car with his words about being a single mum stinging. I’m not used to that title just yet, and the thought of having to do thisall on my own is really beginning to take its toll. No man will ever want me again.
I watch him in the rearview mirror as he makes a call on his phone.Wanker.
“Meli,” I say with a sigh, “your mum’s a fool.”
ROCK
“Pres, got a bit of a situation here.”I have to clear it with Pres before I bring her back, especially considering there is no way she’s going to be able to pay for the repairs.
“What’s up, Rock?”
“I’m with a young woman who’s broken down on the side of the motorway.”
“And?” he answers, sounding bored, like I’m bothering him with something so trivial when the club’s currently struggling with another MC broaching on our patch.
“Pres,” I run my hands through my hair, “she’s living out of her car. Got a young kid in the back and can’t afford the repairs.” I hear him sigh and I know I’ve won. He and his ol’ lady are trying for a kid at the minute and there’s no way they’ll let this little one suffer.
“I’ll get Joker to send the tow truck and send a prospect in the car for her and the baby. Ping us the location. And Rock?” Here it comes . . . the condition. I roll my eyes, knowing he can’t see me else it would earn me a slap round the head.
“Yeah, Drifter?”
“We’re gonna have to find a way for her to pay the club back. We can’t just pick up strays on the side of the motorway.”
I disconnect the call without responding, walking over to her car and tapping gently on the window. “Tow truck’s on the way, along with a car,” I shout over the traffic. Her eyes are puffy, andI know she’s been crying. “We’ll go back to the clubhouse, get you warmed up.” She nods, looking defeated.
We pullinto the clubhouse after I followed the prospect’s car back here. I park up my bike next to the car and find her staring out the back window into space. She looks troubled, like she’s a million miles away. Pulling my helmet off and resting it on the seat, I make my way to the car and open the door for her. She frowns at me, her brows pinched together before stepping from the car. “Since when do bikers show any ounce of chivalry?” She laughs, making her way to get her daughter out the back.
“Oi, I’ll have you know we aren’t animals, so don’t believe everything you hear,” I say as I wink across the roof of the car at her. I notice a slight flush to her cheeks before she reaches in and it stirs my cock to life. I might not be an animal, but I could be. I give my head a wobble. Pres is right about me—I go out for a ride and end up picking up strays on the side of the road, and now, all I can think about is my cock buried deep inside her.
She pulls out the car seat and makes her way to the entrance of the clubhouse. I follow closely behind, taking in her slender figure. She could certainly do with a couple of meals, but the way her arse taunts me as she balances the car seat on her hip has me itching to have her auburn hair tightly wrapped around my fist while I dive my cock deep into her pussy.
Slider comes up beside me, slapping me on the shoulder, bringing my attention away from the broken beauty in front of me. “Fine bit of arse you found today, Rock.” He laughs, wiggling his eyebrows in her direction. “Mind if I take her out for a test drive?”
I place my hands out to stop him, those words stirring something feral inside me. Something I’ve never felt before. I smooth out the jealousy coursing through me before I say the next words. “You’re a prospect, know your place. If anyone’s sampling her first, it’s definitely not gonna be you.”
He storms off, flipping me the bird as he goes inside.Little fucker.
As I enter, Kitten comes across to me, wearing barely anything. She drags her long, manicured nails across my kutte. “Hey, sugar, I’ve missed you,” she drawls. I see Red watching me from across the room, and when she notices me watching her, she blushes again and turns back to face Pres’s ol’ lady, Rochelle.
I sigh. “Not now, Kitten.” Usually, I would be up for a quick fuck, but ever since this morning, Red has captured my attention. Surely, it’s just the challenge she presents. I’ve never been a one-woman man.
I sit at the end of the bar in the lounge, watching from a distance as she chats comfortably with Rochelle. She has her daughter in her arms, who seems to have finally settled.
“Rock, what can I get ya?” Hazel asks.
“Whiskey, please.”
“Make that two,” Drifter adds, as he takes a seat beside me.
“Thanks, man,” I say, nodding in Red’s direction.
“No worries,” he says as he looks over at his ol’ lady cooing over the little girl. He runs his hands through his hair, his expression pained.
“All good, Pres?” He nods as Hazel places down two whiskeys in front of us. “She looks good with a baby.” I indicate across the room with my glass.
“She does. She’s getting frustrated. We’ve been trying for a few months now and nothing.” He takes a sip of his drink. “So, you picking up strays now?” he questions, quickly changing the subject, and I roll my eyes.
