Page 11 of Ride or Dies

As she settled in, wrapping her arms around my waist, I tried not to think of what something like this usually meant for a biker. We didn’t let just anyone ride bitch. For a Thunder Rider, if it wasn’t a relative, it was almost always an old lady. I could’ve considered Evie family, but my body’s reaction to her hands on my stomach and her front pressed against my back was definitely not how I felt about family.

I glanced back to make sure she’d put on my helmet, and then we were off. When we took the first turn and she did exactly what I’d told her to do, I couldn’t help thinking how right it felt to have her there. I pushed those thoughts away, but I couldn’t stop my body’s reaction when Evie’s thighs squeezed me from behind and her hands flattened on my stomach.

Fuck.

I’d never been so glad that the clubhouse was close to my sister’s place, because if I had to go much longer, my zipper was going to be permanently imprinted on my dick.

As I neared the gate that blocked the entrance to the Thunder Riders clubhouse, I slowed, waving at the scrawny bearded guy who was keeping watch tonight. He waved back and opened the gate, stepping out of the way so I could drive through. As I made my way up the winding drive, I felt a burst of pride at what my brothers and I had done to the place.

A former horse ranch, it wasn’t turned into an MC clubhouse until the sixties, and a lot of work had been done between then and now. When Levi got in charge, he had a goal, and now the barns that’d just been used as garages before were bike shops where we could do legit work.

I pulled into my usual spot and then helped Evie off my bike, keeping a hand on her elbow until I was sure her legs were steady. She took off my helmet and stared at the house.

“This is your clubhouse?” she asked. “It didn’t look like this before, did it?”

I shook my head. “Levi’s ambitious. He’s got us doing mechanic work, and even learning some construction shit to fix up the additions to the house.”

“And you live here?”

“Let’s talk and walk, princess,” I said.

I put my hand on the small of her back and led her toward the front door, probably with a little more force than I needed, but I didn’t like the idea of her being out here in the open, no matter how secure the place was.

“Hey, Mason, who you got there?” Sweeper swayed as he stood, but that was pretty normal for him. “Haven’t seen you before. You’re pretty.”

“Back off, Sweeper,” I warned. “She’s off-limits.”

Sweeper took a step back, his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, man. Didn’t realize you’d staked a claim.”

“It’s not like that,” Evie said quickly. “Jenna’s my best friend and—”

“If Levi wants the club knowing details, he’ll tell them,” I cut her off. “All Sweeper’s got to know is to keep his hands off.”

Opening the door, I gave her a little shove to get her inside before she decided she wanted to spill more business to a stranger.

“I can walk,” she snapped at me. “You don’t have to be so pushy.”

“I’m trying to protect you,” I shot back. “Why don’t you let me do it?”

Her expression softened. “You’re right.”

I didn’t know how long she’d be agreeable, so I herded her toward my room as quickly as I could. It was late enough that only a handful of the guys were in this part of the clubhouse, and most of them were occupied enough that they didn’t even look at us as we made our way to the stairs that led to the second floor where my room was.

Evie suddenly sucked in a breath, and I grinned when I realized she’d seen what was going on. While two of the guys were playing pool, the other three were tag teaming one of the sluts. Based on the brassy blonde hair I could see, I thought it was Rikki, but most of her face was mashed up against Judge’s crotch and I wasn’t gonna take a longer look just to confirm it.

“Move it along, princess,” I said, unable to resist swatting her ass. “Unless you want to stay and watch. It’ll probably be a good show.”

Color flooded her face and she practically ran up the stairs. I followed, enjoying the view of that firm ass right in front of me.

“First door on the right,” I said, taking a minute to adjust myself. Last thing I needed was her seeing I had a hard-on and thinking it was from the show downstairs.

“This is your room?” she asked, standing in the middle of the room and looking around.

“Yup.” I motioned toward the door on the far side, and then the small refrigerator next to the bed. “Bathroom’s through there, and help yourself to anything from the fridge.”

“I’m fine,” she said even as she walked over to the bathroom and opened the door, peeked inside, and then closed the door again.

“You checking to see if I’m hiding any girls in my room?” I asked, amused.

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