Page 45 of Fox (Road Rebels MC 4)
“Of course, I would. You’re my little sister. My sassy compatriot. You can beat asses alongside the best of them. I’d bet on you against any of those guys any day.”
I smiled as I threw my arms around Colt.
“I’d love to stop by,” I said.
“Good. We’re talking to someone today who could become a new prospect. Having you around to intimidate him would be good for our mojo.”
“What the fuck did any of that just mean?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Colt said with a chuckle. “I’m just glad I’m gonna get some time with my sister. See you at lunch time?”
“See you then.”
I watched as Colt left the house, his leather jacket slung over his shoulder. I was beginning to get nervous. New prospect? Why was he so excited about me meeting a new prospect? I didn’t have a good feeling about this, but I knew if I went back to the bar there was a slim chance I could spot Rider again. He had my number and everything, but men were always shit at calling women. It was always better to see them again, and sooner rather than later.
I could run across Rider, maybe slip him a sly look or two, and meet up with him again after I had lunch with my brother.
I felt excited butterflies multiplying in my gut as I bounded up the stairs. I needed to take a shower and make sure I didn’t have any marks to cover up. I still couldn’t shake the nervous energy in my bones. The looming voice in the back of my mind. The little whisper telling me this was all about to go very wrong.
What were the chances that Rider was Colt’s new potential prospect?
Slim. But this was my life, and it always had a funny way of fucking me over when I least expected it.
I scrubbed my body down as I relived the memories of last night. The way Rider’s cock felt as he filled my body with his. The way his lips felt on the nape of my neck. The way his skin electrified mine as we writhed together in the bathroom of the bar.
Colt would be so pissed if he knew I’d been kicked out of it for shit like that.
I felt my pelvis heating with lust as I thought about Rider’s tongue between my legs. There were so many things I still wanted him to do to me. So many positions I wanted that man to have me in. I wanted to ride his cock until he groaned my name. I wanted him to fuck me against the wall again and pin me with his chest. I wanted to suck his cock in the shower as water rushed down my back.
I even wanted him to tie me down and explore my body any way he desired.
My hand slipped over my soapy breasts and traveled towards my pussy folds. The thought of him was too much, and I would never be able to focus on lunch if I didn’t relieve the aching want I had for that man. My fingers found my clit as I slid my ass to the floor, the hot water beating down on my flushed body.
I felt the ghost of his lips against my neck as my fingers circled my clit. I felt his hands pressing into the swell of my tits as I bucked into my own palm. I felt my juices pouring out, seeking the warmth of his tongue as they pooled on the shower floor. I opened my eyes and watched it all swirl down the drain as I rose to my climax, my fingers plunging into my depths as I thought about Rider’s cock.
His thick, pulsing, leaking cock.
I pressed my head into the shower wall and climaxed with his name falling from my lips. My legs shook and my back arched. My tits bounced with every jolt of electricity that ricocheted through my body. I closed my eyes, and I could see him. I could see his rippling body and I could feel his scars of war. I could see the sly grin on his cheeks, and I could feel his cock pumping me full of his hot, juicy come.
I wanted to be close to Rider again.
I needed to be in his presence.
I sat there, my hand limp between my legs as I sighed. I was in a lot of trouble. If Rider was someone that frequented the club’s bar, then he was associated with them somehow. I didn’t know how, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever figure it out, but there was something about him I couldn’t place. And my inability to place it was going to get me into trouble before I could sidestep the issue.
Now, I had to go to Milo’s. If only to solve the mystery of Rider and why he seemed so damn familiar.
The only way I would sidestep trouble with my brother was if I could answer that question.
The question of why his eyes rushed me with such comfort that seemed so natural and customary.
But first, I had to catch my breath. Because even the simple idea of him rendered me breathless.
Chapter 9
Rider
I walked into Milo’s and started scanning for Colt. I didn’t see him at first, so I got myself a table and ordered a beer. My mind was racing with all the things they could ask of me. Questions Doc might have and stories I might have to tell him. He might quiz me on my knowledge of combat or ask for war stories to prove I would be an asset to their club.
I was dreading that part of the conversation if it came to fruition.
“Rider!” Colt said as he slapped my back. “Didn’t think you’d beat us here.”
“Everyone beats us here when you’re involved, Colt,” Doc said.
I grinned as I turned towards the man and shook his head.
“Rider. Nice to see you again,” Doc said.
“You too, sir.”
“Don’t do that ‘sir’ shit. You’re not in the military anymore. Doc’s just fine,” he said.
“Told you he’d try to be polite about this shit,” Colt said.
“Blame it on my military training,” I said with a grin.
“I see you got yourself a beer already. Hope you came hungry. I’m starving,” Doc said.
I eyed Colt, and he grinned at me before Doc started firing off some questions.
“Colt here tells me you’re good at some things.”
“Sure am. Again, blame it on the military,” I said.
“Can you fight?” Doc asked.
“Yep.”
“You know your guns?”
“Sure do.”
“Colt here tells me you’ve got this fun little knack for reading people.”
I eyed Colt carefully as the conversation took a turn.
“Been awhile since I’ve put it to use, but yes,” I said.
“Take your shot with me,” Doc said.
“With you.”
“Yep. Tell me what you can gather just from looking at me,” he said.
It had been a few years since I’d had to employ this tactic and I knew I’d be rusty. My eyes scanned Doc’s body… or at least what I could of him. I figured my fighting skills and my ability to shoot with deadly accuracy would be more useful than something like this. But if that was what Doc wanted to see, then it was better than recounting shitty war stories.
I took a few seconds to look him up and down before I cleared my throat.
“You’ve had a rough morning,” I said.
“With Colt, it’s always rough,?
?? Doc said.
“Not what I meant. You didn’t get much sleep last night, and you ran into something this morning. The scuff on your jeans as well as your slight limp tells me that. You live in your own home and do your own yard work, judging by the mud and the grass seeds caked onto her boots. It’s probably therapeutic for you, though you don’t want to admit that because who the fuck admits they like gardening?”
A chuckle rose from Colt as Doc’s eyes held my stare.
“You don’t actually like the beer at this place, but you tolerate it because they give it to you for free. I can tell by the way you drink it. You bite back a grimace, and it takes you longer to swallow it sometimes. That usually indicates a nice person. Someone who is willing to make themselves uncomfortable for the sake of others. I’d venture to say that’s what got you elected President.”
“Anything else?” Doc asked.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I asked.
“Out of curiosity, yes.”
“You have a fading bruise on your neck, but you’re trying to cover it up. Means you’ve been in an altercation. Lately you don’t want anyone knowing about. Even though you smashed your shin against something, you’re favoring your other side. I’d venture to say you’ve got at least a bruised rib you’re trying to nurse. But with your size and attention, it means someone got the jump on you. Either in the dark, since you’re squinting at me to try and see me through the shadows, or it was someone you knew, so you didn’t brace for it.”
“Doc, is he serious?” Colt asked.
“We can talk about it later,” Doc said.
“No, if someone’s attacked you-”
“I said, later,” Doc said.
His eyes turned back to mine as I let out a deep sigh.
“Hell of a talent you got there.”
“Most people aren’t a fan of it,” I said.
“We got plenty of fighters and shooters, but we don’t have anyone who can read people like that. You’ve been hanging around here for the last couple of months, but you’ve been working in that mechanic shop for a while. Doing good work, by what Colt’s told me.”
“Glad I can make someone proud. I enjoy having a purpose,” I said.
