Biker Chick Campout (Rebel Wayfarers MC) Read Online Free

what she might have been
thinking, ain’t no way a sweet piece like that is for me, not if
she’s here with this crew . The stumbling apology she’d given
was cute, and he knew if she didn’t have that gorgeous brown skin,
there’d be a fiery-red blush racing up her cheeks.
    Bitch ain’t for me . Hurley reached down, giving himself one slow, firm stroke
before abandoning the grip on his hard cock. Man can dream, though . And he would tonight, would be doing
some hard dreaming while lying on the paltry mattress that Ruby threw at him before she basically locked him in
the van.
    Gotta find a way to get that woman to let up on me , he
thought as he dressed, laying his leather vest near the door. That
symbol of everything he wanted was heavier now than it had been a
week ago, because in giving him this honor—and that was how he’d
tried to look at it, at least after his dressing down—Slate had
also handed him a center patch, bringing him more officially into
the fold. Fucking finally . Missing a bottom rocker yet, but
that would come in time.
    His eyes trailed across the form of the
woman still with her back to him, and he allowed himself a moment
to dream right then. Good woman on the back of
his bike, a solid chick. The one he chose would get the club
and the life in a way that meant he wouldn’t have to explain
everything to her.
    A woman like the ones going crazy, dancing
around the bonfire; real women. An old lady, a partner, someone he
could lean on. The honey-skinned beauty in front of him was the
perfect example of what he’d be looking for. A woman not afraid of her own appetites—he grunted when his
cock began to fatten, his flagging erection rekindling—or his. Strong , not a weak flower that needed
protecting. Like DeeDee told him, a woman who understood the life
would have her man’s back in every way she could.
    He let his gaze trace this woman ’s body again, lingering on those hips. Shapely as
they were, it was as if those curves were calling for his hands to
grip and pull. Hold on tight, riding hard as he wanted. A woman like this one, stacked and full-figured, she
could take some rough handling. A dream worth having. She shifted, and he saw the delicate angles of her
features, eyes a dark shimmer glimpsed only from the side as she
resolutely kept her face averted. Could take anything, but God…he’d
give her the world if she were his old lady. My old lady will be
my queen .
    Hurley shook himself, scooting to the edge
of the opening as he dropped his boots out the door. Not ready
for that yet , he thought, need to pay attention to
business . Get that rocker. Get solid in the club, make it so
every brother knew he had their six, no matter what. Only then
could he start looking for his queen. Man can dream,
though .

Carmela
    Two hands settled on her shoulders, and she nearly shrieked at the unexpected
touch. They gently moved her sideways a step, fingertips trailing
softly down the slopes of her shoulders and upper arms. “Okay,” he
said, and as soon as she heard it, she immediately thought his
voice was beautiful, too. That single spoken word caused her to shiver, and she felt gooseflesh rise all along her arms in response. He asked, “Need
anything from inside the van?” She turned to look at him and became
mesmerized, watching him slip socked feet into boots. So
beautiful , she thought. He finished and sat on the edge of the doorway looking up at her for a moment. He had
put on jeans, but no shirt and she could see
the dark swirls of those tattoos on his upper arms. “Well?”
    Startled, she must have looked as confused
as she felt because he laughed softly, corners of his mouth curling up slightly before
asking a second time, “Need anything from inside the van?” That laugh caused the same kind of shiver to flow
through her, and this time, she felt a
clenching low in her belly. Shaking her head, she answered him
wordlessly, not confident she could still
speak. Most of her thoughts