Page 12 of His Road Dog

They arrived at the Tarkio Motorcycle Club clubhouse before she realized what direction they'd traveled. From there, she relaxed. She knew how to get to work and also the motel.

Getting off the motorcycle, she leaned over and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to untangle the strands.

"Leave it." Priest hooked her arm, sliding his fingers down to her wrist, and pulled her forward.

"Ugh." She struggled to keep up with him. "You need to slow down if you want to hold hands with me. We really need to talk about the differences between a man and a woman. First off, your legs are longer than mine. "

His body stopped, and he turned to her. "I'm two seconds away from showing you the difference."

Her neck straightened at the heat rolling off him again. Taking the threat to heart, she kept her mouth shut. He was different from all the other men she knew, and she couldn't pin down why, except that most men had manners and treated her special because she was a woman.

Priest had done a lot for her. He picked her up from the police station, comforted her at his house, but he'd also locked her in a room, ordered her around, and gave her no choice but to stick with him today.

A part of her was scared of what he could do to her—because of his size, his occupation, and his personality. But she was raised to trust others. Peace before war, and all that.

Everyone deserved love.

Inside the clubhouse, Priest strode across the room. The place was filled with bikers. She looked around, trying to figure out if there was a meeting or a party. It was hard to tell because some of them were drinking, and there was a group of men clustered by the couch, passing a joint around.

Priest led her down the hallway. Once they turned the corner in the L shaped building, he took her inside the first bedroom. He let go of her. She turned to see what he was going to do, and the door slammed in her face.

She huffed. Rolling her eyes, she tried the door handle. Locked.

His behavior was growing tedious. From now on, she wouldn't enter any room with him. Not when he had the habit of locking her inside.

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