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God, I bet they’re amazing in bed.
I blushed as soon as I thought it, quickly dipping my eyes down the ground, even if they were hidden by sunglasses. What sort of person was I, standing on the side of a desert road checking out twostrangerswhile on the run from my boyfriend.
A free person, that’s what, the voice inside shouted indignantly.
I took a breath, realizing I was just staring at the two bikers like a total weirdo. “Well, sounds like a great cup of coffee to me,” I said with a smile, feeling that flutter run through me agains as both men eyed me with broad grins on their faces. “I’ll have to check it out.”
And weirdly, right them, I didn’t want them to leave. I was feeling better than I had in months there on the side of the road with the two of them, and I was suddenly worried about falling back into that pit of despair as soon as they left. They might be total strangers, and maybe even a little scary even as nice as they were being, but they were also treating me better than Joeeverhad, and that was something.
“Do…um, do you want to come get a cup with me?” I felt like anidiotthe second I said it, and I actually cringed when the words slipped past my lips.
“Sorry, I mean, only if you—”
“We’d love to, darlin,” Jackson said with an easy grin, running his fingers through his dirty blond hair. “But we gotta take a rain check. Got some business we need to get to.”
I could feel the heat blooming hot across my face and chest. “Oh, right, of course.”
“We live in town though, well, outskirts,” Connor said in his gravely voice. “I’d sure take a rain check on that.” He winked at me, and I felt that same illicit little thrill I’d had early when thinking about the two of themin bedrun through me once again.
“If you’re staying at Marge’s motel, we’ll look you up there tomorrow if you’d still want to get that coffee then.”
I felt my pulse quicken. “Definitely.”
Jackson grinned. “Well, start ‘er up and make sure it’s running.”
I nodded as I opened the door the car and slid in. The engine turned instantly, and the car rumbled to life. Connor nodded. “Should get you to town no problem, Abby.”
His eyes lingered on me as he said my name, and I could feel the thrill of that gaze tingle over my skin. I closed the door and rolled the window down. “Again, I can’t thank you guys enough.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jackson said with another panty-melting smile. “You can pay us back by getting into town tonight in one piece.”
“A cup of coffee tomorrow,” Connor added, winking at me again.
“You bet,” I said with a smile as I put the car into drive and pulled out of the empty gas station, my eyes on the two men in my review mirror.
3
Jackson
20 minutes earlier
Igunned the engine, feeling the Harley roar between my legs and Con and I barreled down the empty highway. We let the throttle out at same time, opening the bikes up toinsanespeeds as we hit the straightaway that let out past the west plains outside town. Well, insane maybe to the outsider, but Connor and I knew these roads like the back of our hands. We probably could’ve done this drive with our fuckin eyes shut, truth be told.
We’d grown up here in Parker, Nevada. Con and I had been best buds from the get-go, and when both of us lost families early on, we’d stuck together like our own little family. Bikes were in our blood early on, but so was fierce independence, which is probably why we’d stuck around a town like Parker, which was home to more than a few outlaw and off-the-grid types, along with people who just wanted to be free.
Suited us pretty good.
We’d tried to patch in to a few clubs, but honestly, it’d never stuck. Guess we had a bittoo muchof that independent streak for even most bike clubs. So, we’d started our own two-man team. Con and I had grown up rough, and we weren’t afraid of the outlaw life. Drugs we stayed the fuck away from, but we had our fingers in pretty much everything else - ran some guns for a few cartels, did the odd security gig for underground card games, and maybe even the odd smack-down if the price was right.
We weren’t going to get rich doing this shit, but it afforded us the life we needed. Gas for the bikes, drinks when we got thirsty, pussy when we needed it, and the freedom of the open road.
How many fuckers with a nine-to-five job and a 401k can say they’ve got nothing tying them down?
I could see the sign of the old Lux Oil station up ahead as we roared around the bend. The place had been empty for years, but Con and I had both had our first jobs changing oil and pumping gas at that place when we were kids. We still pulled in sometimes on our way back through town to take a beer break.
Also a great place to bring chicks, I might add.
Today wasn’t going to be one of those days though, because today we were on a job. I’d never really been a fan of the “find and retrieve” type gigs we got from time to time, especially when it was from those wannabe mob fuckers. It was also some poor shit-head who couldn’t pay his loanshark back, or some guy who’d looked a the wrong guy the wrong way, or some other macho bullshit like that. But the call we’d got last night from the guy who said he worked “for the family” had been too good to ignore when he’d named his price.
