Page 27 of Bowser (Dragon Riders MC 2)
Ash held out his hand. “Just listen to the man.”
“I said no.”
Link shook his head. “You aren’t in control of this anymore.”
My voice grew. “But I am in control of Hope’s safety. That’s what you charged me with. And as long as she’s under my protection on this fucking ride, you won’t use her as a damn bit of bait for this!”
Knuckles sighed. “Will she feel that way if we ask her directly?”
“Bowser?” Hope asked.
Her voice pulled me from the memory of the other night. “Yeah?”
“Are we gonna head out? The guys are already ahead of us.”
I revved my engine. “You hang on tight now.”
Her hands gripped my body. “Oh, I plan on it, handsome.”
I chuckled as I sped off, trying to outrun the nerves flooding my veins. I didn’t like this new plan. I didn’t like the fact that these guys might actually go over my head with Hope and ask her to do some bullshit like this themselves. That was another reason why I didn’t want her leaving my side. I wanted to run interference as much as I could with their conversations. But the second we hit the highway; all worries fell to the back of my mind.
Because Hope snuggled up to my back.
Her breasts pressed against the leather of my coat. Her thighs wrapped around me, squeezing against my body in order to keep herself steady. Her hands clung to my shirt, her nails digging into my abdomen. And the harder she clung, the more my cock ached for her.
Damn it, her warmth was comforting.
With the wind whipping around us and Hope leaned against my body, I felt unstoppable. The guys and I weaved in and out of traffic, lined up in our usual formation as we headed out of town. We made sure to take the path that led us as close to Skeleton’s compounds as possible. Because after staking this man out for weeks now, we were sure that we knew where all of his hideouts and homes were. We wanted to make sure someone clocked us headed out of town as a crew. We wanted to make sure those asshole Golden Ballsacks thought we were at a vulnerable point with our own crew.
Just so we could test out all of the heat we were packing.
We had every bar we owned loaded down and armed to the teeth. Each one of us on this trip had more guns and more ammunition packed than any other trip we’d ever taken. My hope was that none of us had to use it. But the truth of the matter was we might blow through all of it. Especially with some of the heavy artillery shit Skeleton and his friends had been stocking up on.
I tried to keep my panicking to a minimum while we soared down the highway.
But as the sun drifted down beyond the horizon, we pulled off the road. We took the first exit we saw and drove for a few miles before we came to a blinking neon sign that simply said, “Motel Vacancies.” This was exactly the kind of place we had hoped to find, so it didn’t shock me one bit when Link pulled in.
It also didn’t shock me that the place was completely vacant except for us.
What did shock me, though, was the fact that none of the motel rooms had more than one bed. Which meant I’d be cuddling up to Hope all night.
And I knew exactly where that would lead.10HopeThe motel we all pulled into was shabby, at best. It sat a little bit off the road and the trees surrounding the place blocked the neon flashing sign until we turned the corner. The flat rooftop on the entire place made it look smaller than most motels I’d driven past in my life. And when we parked near the lobby, the state smell of cigarette smoke hung in the air.
Yep. We were in the right place.
Bowser came out with a key and hopped back onto his bike, but I thought it was odd that he didn't say anything to me. The guys drove off toward their rooms, all of them scattered throughout the complex. Bowser and I had to wrap around the back before we found our room number. Room 153, right on the back corner cozied up to some trees.
Trees that would batter our only window all night.
“Are you sure this is the place?” I asked.
Bowser cut the engine. “Yep. And this is our room.”
“Great.”
I was tired and hungry. But more than that, I was anxious for some time with Bowser. He pulled our things from the storage compartments and tossed me the key so I could open the door for him. I had to wiggle the key to get the lock to disengage, and when I threw the door open the smell of mildew wafted up my nostrils.
