Page 1 of Riding Bare

PROLOGUE

DARE

If I go home, she’ll be there. So I don’t. I can’t be near her. I can’t be in the same room with her. And it’s for a million different reasons, none of which are because I don’t find her attractive.

It’s actually for the exact opposite reason. I find her too attractive. I want this to be real, and that’s fucking stupid because she’s young enough to be my daughter—and it is very much not fucking real.

My wife.

A fake marriage, a fake relationship, one that happened just so I can offer her the protection she needs. A way to keep her safe. My old lady, as far as anyone knows. My woman.

Chassis is a club princess, probably with more standing and power than even me, considering she’s the daughter of the original chapter’s president. Cake came to me because he trusts me. He didn’t hand me his daughter to defile, even though that’s exactly what I want to do with her.

Which is why I’m staying far away.

Our marriage is in name only, which means I absolutely should not be lusting after my own wife. Except I am, all the goddamn time. My body and brain are not in sync with this shit at all. It doesn’t matter that she’s pregnant with someone else’s baby. It doesn’t matter that she’s scared to fucking death that the baby daddy is going to come after it and her.

It doesn’t matter that she seems like she’d rather be anywhere else.

So I’m continuing to stay away—well, stay down here at the clubhouse.

It makes shit easier on me, even though I’d rather be home with her. But I’m doing what I promised to do… keep her safe and keep her somewhat hidden. She’s protected by my ring, by my name, by her old lady status, and that’s what I’m offering her.

As much as I want her, I’m not going to push myself on her.

I can get my physical needs met down here with half a dozen women who would fall to their knees and suck my dick… eagerly. Spread any and every body part I asked them to without hesitation.

And they do—greedily.

But they aren’t the ones I want, so every fuck has been lackluster since I married this woman. I keep searching for someone else to make me feel something close to how I feel when I’m around Chassis, and to take my mind off her, but it doesn’t work. When I close my eyes, I see her big blue ones staring back at me.

I am so fucked.

So absolutely fucked.

“Hey, baby, you want to have some fun? You look like you could use some stress release.”

Looking over in the direction of the voice, I flick my gaze to see Rocky standing beside me. I slide my eyes down her body to take her in.

She’s naked.

Completely fucking bare.

The sight should probably turn me on, but it doesn’t. At least not the way it should. Sure, I could get it up. That’s just fucking biology, but right now, I could take it or leave it.

Being in this situation reminds me of my past.

A past I’ve tried so hard to forget, that I try really fucking hard to avoid thinking about, yet it keeps coming back to haunt me. Kaitlin Riley. I fucking loved her and couldn’t keep her.

Couldn’t have her, and here I am, married, and it’s the same thing. I can’t have Chassis. Maybe this is my penance for all the bad shit I’ve done in my life, and I’ve done some really fucking bad shit.

Having exactly what I crave right in front of me, literally wearing my ring and sharing my name, but I can’t keep her for myself.

Shaking my head once, I clear my throat and get out of my head, refocusing on the conversation with Rocky.

“Not tonight. I’m heading home.” I don’t even know why I say it, because I really should not be going there, but I don’t want to stay here, either.

She pouts.