Biker Chick Campout (Rebel Wayfarers MC) Read Online Free Page B

laughing at the awkward
embrace. Mela said, “Wasn’t sure if we’d see you and Brandy. I
heard from Slate that her business is booming.”
    Mouth full of food, Jess nodded wildly, then
swallowed and grinned. “She’s doing so well, but I always knew she
would. A Little piece of genius, my woman.
Hooked my wagon to a rising star, ya know.” She paused for a moment and then, eyes darting back and forth
between Mela and something behind her, gestured with a fake
casualness as she asked , “So…what happened by the van?”
    “Hmmm?” Mela lifted her plate and nibbled at
the chips piled on the edge. Working one between her lips without
the use of her hands, she grinned around it at
Jess, and then, mouth still filled with chip ,
mumbled, “Wha chu mean?”
    “Hurley came over here in a hurry like he
was all manly he-man pissed off. I figured he tried to hit on you, and you swirled him. Boosh, down the
drain.” Jess giggled and pretended to press a lever with her middle
finger. “Salute…and… boosh , take your swirly,
mister Hurley.”
    Shaking her head, Mela opened her mouth but was interrupted by that same
shiver-causing male voice. “She barged in and got an eyeful, then
ice princessed on me, Jess. Middle of the
summer and cold as fuck. I suspect my package didn’t meet
inspection.” Turning, Mela saw Hurley had walked up behind them,
bun-wrapped brat in one hand, and a beer in
the other. “But maybe it was the label instead. Guess the lowly
prospect never had a chance, huh, princess?”
    God, she hated that term. Mela
actually felt her chin tip towards her neck and knew a scowl had settled on her face. “Don’t talk about what
you don’t know, pros,” she said coldly, turning away.
    “Ohh. Ice burn,” Jess joked, sliding her arm
back around Mela. Shuffling her feet, she turned them in a circle,
laughing when they were again facing Hurley. Staring, he lifted his
beer and drank, gaze never leaving her face. Mela’s eyes dipped, and she glowered at the ground between
them. A moment later she felt Jess’ arm drop away and was puzzled when she heard Jess murmur , “Well, alrighty, then.”
    “So, enlighten me, princess.” Hurley kept
his voice quiet , apparently not intending anyone else to hear him when he
asked, “Why’d you freeze up? Surely you’ve seen everything right?
I’m not that hard to gawk at, am I?”
    Looking up, she was again struck by how
damned good-looking he was, even in the weak light of the fire. “You already know you’re easy on the eyes, pros.
I just didn’t mean to burst in on you like that. Everyone deserves
some privacy,” she said, trying to match her tone to his. “I
couldn’t imagine how anyone could sleep through all the noise this crew was making, so I thought
maybe you were sulking in there.” She glanced around the clearing,
feeling a half-smile curl her lips as she watched Jess drag Brandy
into the space between their tent and the
fire, pulling her girlfriend close to dance. That girl .
    “It bothered me when they said you had to
stay in the van,” she admitted, glancing up to find him still
watching her intently. “I just…I don’t know…” she shrugged. “Wanted
to tell you it was okay to come out. That you didn’t have to. Stay
in the van, you know? You were free to come and go as you
please.”
    “And that really mattered to you.” He
sounded surprised, and she nodded. Shaking his
head, he said, “As you’ve pointed out, I am only a lowly
prospect.”
    “I didn’t mean it like that,” she lied and
saw his chin come up.
    “Yes you did, princess.
I get it. Trust me, after the past year? I get it, putting me in my
place.” He turned and looked away from her, then glanced back.
“Prospect is on my back, but the club is in my blood, and my name isn’t prospect , it’s Hurley.”
    She was silent for a moment. “I’m sorry.” For so much . “For opening the van without making sure you
were ready, and for insulting your standing in
the