Page 7 of Her Demanding Biker
Something her father thought I should know.
How the fuck he knew where I was? I didn't exactly ask him, but I knew he was thrilled that he'd finally put his daughter out of my reach.
Well, fuck you, sir.
As the gates of the Savage Kings property filled the road ahead, I remembered that we were hosting a party tonight.
A party.
I rolled up to the gates and a prospect opened it up.
I nodded in greeting. "Jet."
He smiled at me and that only soured my attitude a little more.
Yeah, I could be a contrarysumbitch.
"You made it back in time for the party, Thief."
I sighed. "Any chance I can just slip in the back and avoid the festivities?"
Jet looked at me as if I'd grown a second head. "Come on, Thief. Have some fun. You're always trying to avoid the parties."
There was a reason I avoided the parties.
The girls were pretty enough, but none of them caught his interest.
No one had caught his eye since...
No, I shook my head, I wasn't going to go there. Arlys Mackey...
Arlys Hunt, now, was far away and married.
I had no interest in anyone else.
My hand was the only thing I used when the mood hit me.
It was enough to take the edge off, so I didn't need club pussy.
"You should go in and get a beer at least." Jet looked at me over his shoulder. "Willow, Diesel's old lady, brought a friend."
I lifted my chin and gave a grunt as an answer. It was enough of an answer.
Prospects didn't question patched members all that much.
Especially if they wanted to become members.
The gates were barely open enough for me to walk my sled through, but I wanted out of this situation.
I made it work.
The tip of my boot dragged through the dirt enough that Jet coughed a little.
Served him right.
I found a spot to stop and shifted my weight so I could lay down the kickstand and stand up.
Ah, fuck.
