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He’s quite terrifying. Someone I’d never in a million years end up with, but oh God, what would it feel like to have him touch me just once? My heart pounds as his hand picks up speed, and my eyes greedily watch, then trail up to his beautiful face.
Then the world stops.
And I want to die.
No, strike that, I may in fact actually die. Because I’m not alone anymore with my secret.
I’ve been caught by a biker.
RYDER
Past
Disciples’ clubhouse
Burbank, CA
My eyes lock with the girl’s. Hers are a light sky blue, accompanied by puffy, cherry-stained lips that seem frozen in a small O.
Her chest is almost busting out of her ridiculous dress with the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.
She seems genuinely shocked that I’ve seen her. Either that, or she’s batshit crazy. What the fuck is she doing out here? Pink floods her cheeks as she stumbles up from her crouched position, her eyes darting from my cock to my face.
“What?” Desi looks around, not that I care. I had forgotten about Desi the moment I felt this woman sneak up. I always know what’s happening in my sphere.
“The fuck?” Desi screams and leaps up. I grab her arm, holding her to my side. The last thing I need is a cat fight. Not that it would be much of a fight, if the fragile beauty standing in front of us is any indication.
She’s exquisite, with long, honey-blond hair falling around her shoulders. Her high cheekbones and large cat eyes make her look rather exotic but it’s her lips that have me captivated. Full and pouty…Jesus, my cock almost aches for them.
“Was she watching us?” Desi’s stringy, dark hair hits my chest as she tries to pull away.
I can’t help but grin because she was doing more than watching us, but Desi doesn’t need to know that.
“Nah, relax, Des.” My hand, which was holding hers, loosens as I stroke her cheek, but my eyes stay locked on the little deviant.
“I… I’m so sorry.” The girl shakes her head, as if that can erase that I caught her watching us and getting herself off.
Desi tenses and all my calm stroking is gone. “You’re sorry? What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch?”
And perfect. The girl jumps. Her big blue eyes fill with tears, but instead of crying she starts screaming for someone to help her and bolts toward her car.
“Ryder? What is happening?” Desi turns, hands on hips, her big breasts heaving in anger. Unlike me, Desi has been up partying all night, so I’m not surprised she’s confused. Her trim body is covered head to toe in tattoos. Quickly she grabs hold of my arm.
“Des, she didn’t see anything but my cock and the back of you.” I shake my head at the screech of tires on the gravel and clouds of dirt filling the air.
“Get dressed,” I demand, jerking my jeans up. I need to text Crusher that she’s coming and to stand down. It’s early. The last thing we need is for someone to put a bullet in her head.
“I… what the fuck?” Desi reaches for her Daisy Dukes and red pumps. It doesn’t matter that it’s January. Desi wears the same thing all year round.
“She’s here to pick up Gia, Axel’s baby sister,” I say, bringing my phone out of my pocket.
ME: The girl for Gia is here. DO NOT HURT HER.
I look up at the gray morning, my pulse racing. What the hell is that little freak even doing here this early? I knew Gia was getting picked up, but no one said the girl would be here now. Christ, most of us are just starting to crash from last night. I need Crusher to respond. For some unexplained reason, I don’t want anything happening to her, which is odd, since she is not my responsibility—she’s Axel’s.
“Goddamn it.” I push on Crusher’s number while Desi straightens her white tank top so that her big, erect nipples are even more visible.
“Yeah? What’s up, Ryder?” At least Crusher sounds awake. “Hold on. Someone’s banging on the door.”
“Crusher. Listen, that’s the friend of Gia’s. Let her in… Crusher?” I look at my phone to make sure I haven’t lost him.
“Sorry, Ryder, there’s some crazy-ass chick screaming,” he yells over the loud chorus of voices shouting at him to “Shut that bitch up!”
“Christ. Do. Not. Hurt. Her.” Raising my voice causes Desi to look at me. I grab her hand and start to walk us back to the clubhouse.
“Crusher, you understand? Take her to Axel’s room. You understand?” Again, that weird twist in my gut makes me pick up speed because I still hear screaming.
“Crusher?”
“Wow, this chick is fucking crazy.” He sounds far away, as if he has forgotten he’s on the phone with me. “Dude, let her go. Ryder said he’s coming…”
