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“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” I ask the man as he struggles to break free from my grasp.
“This doesn’t concern you. The free pussy is inside,” the man slurs out.
“The fuck it doesn’t concern me. You’re standin’ on our property,” I growl out, knowing the other men are standing behind me. “You don’tevercome back here. I see your fuckin’ face and I’ll beat you to death.”
“You don’t fucking scare me,” he tells me, trying to stand to his full height which is still about five inches shorter than me.
Suddenly he’s surrounded by all of us. Now, his eyes open wide, and I let my brothers have their fun with him while I check on the woman still lying on the ground at our feet. I hear their grunts and moaning filling the night air as they take their anger out on the man who thought he could put his hands on a woman while at Jaded Outlaw. I don’t care where we are, if I see something like this going on, I step in. None of us will ever stand by while a so-called man puts hands on a woman.
Crouching down next to the woman, I slowly put my hand out to her. She cowers back against the building and tries to make herself even smaller. It’s not possible, but it tells me how truly scared she is right now.
“My name is Lash. Are you okay?” I ask her, trying to keep my voice gentle and quiet so I don’t scare her even more.
The woman looks up at me as her body is wracked with sobs. I can’t see anything with the light being blocked by my huge body. So I look behind me. The guys are standing around the man lying on the ground. Talon’s got his phone to his ear, and I know he’s calling in a prospect to ensure this man isn’t’ here for too long. They’ve already warned him what will happen if he talks about tonight.
“Need a flashlight over here,” I call out, still trying to keep my voice low.
My brother, Sabotage, is at my side and holding up a flashlight so I can take in the woman before us. She’s small as hell. I can see red stains on her shirt from blood coming from some wound she has. What I can see of her hair is coated in blood. I can’t see her face because it’s buried in her body still. Her hair is a brown color that’s streaked with blood and blonde. It’s matted from being slammed against the building and then sliding down it. I’m sure the asshole’s hand had a grip in it too based on the looks of things.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” I ask her, trying to get her to look at me so I can further assess the damage that’s been done to her.
Finally, after what seems like hours but is really only a matter of minutes, the woman looks up at me. Her eyes are wild, huge, and glassy as she takes in my appearance. They’re the most intriguing set of eyes I’ve ever seen. This tiny slip of a woman has hazel eyes with golden flecks in them. I’m captivated and want to find out if they change colors depending on her mood. I let her take her time looking from me to my brother Sabotage to the rest of the men standing between us and the man who was hurting her. If possible, her eyes seem to get even larger as she takes in how big we all are compared to her.
As she’s trying to figure out what to do, I take in her face and neck. She’s got a bruise already surrounding her eye and it’s beginning to swell almost closed. Dried blood is caked onto her skin where something cut her cheek open and more blood coats her chin from her lip being split open. Looking down further, I can see bruises in the shapes of fingers ringing around her delicate looking neck. My anger rushes back and I have to tamp it down as I wait for her to finally speak.
“I-I-It’s H-H-Hartley,” she manages to get out, her voice broken and weak.
“Can you tell me where you hurt?” I question her, not wanting to get her to talk but needing her to at the same time.
“My head, throat, back, and my side. I don’t think my ribs are broken, but I know they’re hurting me right now,” she answers, her voice scratchy now with the amount of her talking.
“Do you think you can ride my bike?” I ask.
“W-W-Where?” she returns hesitantly.
“I want to take you to my clubhouse so I can make sure you’re not hurt to the point you need a hospital,’ I say as the gaze of my brothers penetrate my back.
“I’ve never been on a bike before,” she murmurs.
I’ve never willingly taken a woman back to the clubhouse with me knowing I wasn’t going to get laid. Hartley is pulling at something in my chest, and I feel this overwhelming need to protect and watch over her. For once, I’m not thinking with my cock when it comes to a female and the guys surrounding me are confused. Hell, I’m confused myself.
Hartley slightly nods her head at me as she begins to try to stand up. I bend down and don’t take my eyes off her as I slide one arm under her legs and then cradle her back in my other arm. She whimpers slightly at the pressure of her back resting against my arm. Standing up, it doesn’t even feel like I have a woman in my arms she’s so small compared to me. there’s an electric current that seems to travel from her tiny body straight into mine.
When she bites her already damaged lip and sucks it into her mouth, I bite back the groan wanting to escape. Every single drop of blood in my body travels south and there’s no way I can hide the erection I have hiding in my jeans, begging to be let free and ravage the pixie I’m holding close to my body. Images of her mouth wrapped around my cock fill my head. Shaking it, I clear the pictures away because there’s no way in hell, I can go there with her.
This woman is the type of woman a man makes his wife. She’s not the type of girl you use for a bit of fun or take to bed once. I can already tell that about her, and I don’t know a single detail about this woman. Hartley is the kind of woman who deserves everything and I’m not the man who can give her that. I don’t have anything to give her.
At my bike, I set Hartley down on her feet. She sways slightly and I keep a hand on her to ensure she doesn’t fall to the ground at my feet. The first thing I notice is even though she’s short, the woman has more than a few curves on her lean body and my eyes zero in on her chest as her breath heaves in and out of her small body. I’m a man and tits attract my attention. I’m not going to apologize for it.
“I’m goin’ to get on. I want you to get on behind me. Place your feet on the pegs and keep your legs away from the pipes. I don’t want you to get burned,” I tell her, straddling my baby once again.
Hartley carefully gets on behind me and I realize she’s only got on a small pair of shorts. It’s going to be a freezing cold ride back to the clubhouse for her. Even though we don’t necessarily get a lot of snow in Braedon, the temperatures drop significantly in late autumn. I’ll have to make sure my Henley shirts are ready to use on a daily basis because if there isn’t snow on the ground, I’ll be on my bike.
Blood is spattered on Hartley’s legs as I pull her closer to my body. Rage fills my vision once more and I want to put my fucking hands on the asshole who dared to put his hands on this angelic woman behind me. Pushing the thoughts from my mind, I know there’s going to be time for me to get my hands dirty and give him the same treatment he put Hartley through.
I wrap the bandana around my face once more and turn in my seat to place my helmet on her head. Sabotage is standing next to me in case she needs help and I hand him my hat to store in my saddle bag for now. She’s the first woman who’s ever gotten on the back of my bike and I don’t have a spare helmet. So, I’ll have to go without one for the short journey back to the clubhouse. After making sure the helmet is on her head correctly, I turn around and start my bike. While letting it run and as Hartley gets used to the vibrations of it, I reach behind me and pull her arms tight around me.
“Hang on tight,” I yell over the rumbling engine.
