Page 66 of Biker's Property

The best I can do is a messy bun and even then… my mother was never happy that I got hair textured more like my father’s afro than her long, dark Filpina tresses. I didn’t have time to care about my hair growing up. I had bigger problems and let my mother worry about it. But what would Ryder think?

Right on time for my newly budding insecurities, I hear Ryder’s bike and watch him hop off it and walk towards the door with alarming speed. That man and those energy drinks…

“WOO!” he yells when he walks through the door. “Did you pick a dress already? Because you look hot…”

He kisses me, proving that whatever he drank was kiwi-lime flavored and liquor-free. The kiss is quick – a little too quick – before Steel smacks my ass in front of Catalina.

“That dress looks incredible.”

“I haven’t even triedit on yet,” I tell him.

“Well, go on…”

He looksat the saleswoman with a look that is way too cheeky and obvious.

“Can I go in there with her?”

“No, sir. You cannot.”

“Not even if I give you $1,000 and remind you that I need someone to marry the two of us before the day ends?”

The woman looks at me as if she doesn’t want me to judge her morality and the wedding dress on the same scale.

“You cum on it, you buy it,” she says, sticking her hand out. I watch Ryder to see if he’s serious about this offer of $1,000. I haven’t seen him work a single minute since I met him, so I don’t exactly expect him to be floating in cash. But that wild ass man reaches into his pockets and pulls out a thousand dollars.

She wraps her hands around the money like she’s afraid it will grow legs and run off.

“I knowa guy who can get you married, but you need to go tonorthLas Vegas.”

“I don’t care if I have to ride to hell, as long as we can get married before midnight.”

“Your wish is my command Mister…Steel.”

She reads his name off his cut and assumes it’s his last name. Ryder doesn’t correct her. She walks out of the emporium, leaving the two of us alone and me holding the wedding dress. One look at Ryder’s face, and I know I’m in danger of him and what he’s done to himself with these energy drinks.

I watch Ryder’s Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. His gaze fixes on mine with Ryder’s usual fierceful lust. He is so… dominating. The worst part is how badly he draws this soft, submissiveness out of me. Right when I should be on my highest guard. His face is just so… handsome.

“The secondI see you in that thing, I’ll want to rip it off.”

I try to hold him off. We waited this long. The last thing I want is to mess up the wedding dress and do something inappropriate in public when we can just… wait.

“Maybe you and your energy drinks should wait outside the changing room, then.”

Ryder seems like he’s barely listening.

I walktowards the large doors to the changing rooms. The space beneath the door was clearly intended to prevent men like Ryder from following their wives into changing rooms. But he took care of that. Ryder holds the door open for me and I pause.

“It’s bad luck to see me in my wedding dress before the wedding.”

“Even a few hours before?”

“Do we really need our marriage to be cursed?” I ask him. “We’re already taking a huge risk.”

He smiles again.There’s always something mysterious about Ryder’s smiling. He never says what’s on his mind or what exactly about my presence he finds so entertaining.

“Fine,”he says. “I’ll wait outside. Even if it kills me.”

“It won’t kill you.”

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