Biker Chicks: An Anthology of Hot MC Romance Read Online Free

friendship with his woman and with Mason. He and my father have worked together often in the past few years, and I hold a Rebel challenge coin, giving me free passage into or through any territories your club claims.”
    Digging into the front pocket of her jeans, she pulled out a coin larger than a silver dollar, handing it to him. She watched as he turned it back and forth, looking at both sides of the heavy metal disc, then held out her hand to retrieve it. He placed it in her palm, his fingers trailing along hers sensuously. “Tell me how you came to be here?” Affected by his touch, she had to firm her voice as she asked the question, pushing the Rebel token back into her pocket. She wasn’t sure if she would receive a real answer because some men came to the club through paths they preferred not to disclose. Hurley is not one of those men , she thought, as she listened to him.
    “Mom left me and Dad when I was about five,” he began. “My dad’s best friend was a Rebel. Well, he didn’t start out a Rebel, but the president of their club folded it in years ago, so he got grandfathered in. Dad and Diablo, his friend, and Winger, the president, worked on bikes in Dad’s garage until the Rebels bought it to run their own show. By then, I was working in the shop every day after school. Just wrenching, nothing fancy. Nothing at all like Bear can do. That man is amazing.”
    She murmured, “I’ve seen some of his work. Very nice.” Bear and Diablo were names with which she was familiar, and Winger, married to DeeDee at the time, was a man she had known well. Lockee, their daughter, was only a little older than she was, so the two girls were thrown together whenever there was a meeting involving family. Winger and Lockee died several years ago in a car wreck, and it still startled her to think that bright, vibrant Lockee would never grow older. Lockee would never meet and marry a man she loved, never bear his children. All the things any girl hoped to experience, now an impossibility.
    “Yeah, nice is an understatement. Being around the guys made me realize that the club, being a member, was something I wanted. More than anything, I wanted it. Mason made me wait until I was legal to officially prospect in, but now I’m nearly at the nine-month mark, still going strong.” In the darkness, she saw him move and then saw the glint of his teeth as he smiled.
    “So you’re twenty-one?” Mela was surprised at her disappointment, he looked older and acted more mature than most of the boys her own age.
    “Twenty-two now,” he said, that glint of smile shining at her again. “My birthday was yesterday.”
    “Seriously?” She sat up straight and he reached out and placed his palm on her back, supporting her confidently. “Your birthday was yesterday? That deserves some cake or something. Some kind of celebration.” She placed her hand on his forearm and leaned forward, intending to brush her lips across his cheek, “Happy birth—“ she began, interrupted when he turned his head and pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes dipped closed of their own volition, and her small gasp of surprise must have seemed like an invitation because his mouth opened, his tongue boldly trailing across her bottom lip. The kiss ended slowly, Hurley pressing his lips to hers twice, gently working her mouth before putting his cheek to hers. Bad idea , she thought, bad idea. Terrible idea. Breathlessly she finished, “—day.”
    She felt the supporting arm slide further around her back as his other hand came up, sweeping the hair off her neck so he could dust kisses up the column of her throat. “Mmmm.” The noise he made in the back of his throat was low and sexy, and she couldn’t help shivering again. “Thank you,” he murmured, kissing her jaw– “for the” –moving back to nip her earlobe– “birthday” –lips back to her jaw, he kissed up to her mouth– “wishes.”
    The heat from his hands traveled up and down her