Page 21 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

“Has he been bothering you, miss?” He asks.

Vance smiles, feigning annoyance.

“He’s been fine,” I say. “Keeping me company.”

“Oh good, I would hate to find out your night was ruined because of one of our men,” he speaks into my ear and his breath is warm, tickling me. “And a girl like you deserves a good time.”

“A girl like me,” I meet his deep gaze and his still features warm as he studies me for a long while then winks letting go. He steps back.

“Come on Vance, we have some business to attend to,” he says. “Hawk needs us upstairs.”

“Come back tomorrow. I’m not done with you. Not yet,” Vance whispers in my ear.

“You better come back,” Tank adds on, looking me up and down like I’m sort of meal and he has been starving. I’m thankful it’s hot as hell in here because I know my cheeks are bright red.

I watch them disappear into the crowd where the drinking and dancing continues to rage on around me.

I rake my hands through my now knotted hair. I need some air and to come up with a plan. I slip out one of the side doors purposely avoiding any more gazes. The less people who talk to me here the better.

I have to come back here tomorrow - whatever the hell that even means.

They probably want to fuck me. I nervously chew on my bottom lip.

These aren’t your average guys, Izzy. They’re Hellfire Riders. Shit! But maybe tomorrow I’ll find where they took Laina - maybe I can find her. If I’m smart and keep my head on my shoulders. I can’t freak out and worry now. I need to find my best friend.

So, I’ll wait, and find out whatever the hell these guys want with me.

I don’t sleep.

How can I?

Every nerve under my skin is alive and racing. My fingers grip my bed sheets as I stare up at my ceiling fan.

I did it. No, I didn’t just do it. I walked in and out with an invitation back.

I’m giddy. Partly from the rush of it, but also from them. I can still feel Tank and Vance’s body heat against mine. I roll onto my side.

God. It was torture but in the best way. They had to know what they were doing. They had too! My finger slides down my stomach to find my clit.

I let fantasies of their eyes, their skin and lips pass through my mind. I want to know how their lips feel on mine, on my body. Let both devour me in any way they can.

“Oh, God.”

Is this wrong? To want them so badly, knowing who and what they are? Right now—I don’t care.

And maybe they want me too. I sigh. I guess I won’t know until tomorrow night.

6

HAWK

It’s been a long day today, and Tank and Vance have mentioned several times about some chick they picked up last night at the clubhouse.

I just hope they’re not getting distracted or led into some sort of trap.

Vance tells me I’m paranoid, but I’m just trying to keep these fuckers alive. They seem to forget sometimes the world that we operate in and how much we have on the line.

There’s a reason we’re number one.

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