Devils Outlaws (Motorcycle Club Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Alicia Devine
the rest of the drive. I silently cursed Dave. I thought he said this wouldn’t be dangerous? Too late to back out now.
Finally we pulled up to a little rundown motel in the middle of nowhere. I got out of the car and looked around. There was sand everywhere. Millions and millions of miles of sand, it seemed. This town really was in the middle of nowhere.
There was a little grocery store next door to the motel, a bar across the street, twenty or so houses and a few more shops lining the streets. I cursed Dave again. Why the fuck would he send me to a tiny little town like this? And where the hell was I supposed to find a biker gang? I couldn’t even see any people.
My answer came a few moments later. I heard the sound of engines rumbling and spun around. There, about a hundred feet away, sat eight huge, hulking guys on motorcycles with the letters TSD on their jackets. There was a little carving of a demon looking thing with horns on the front of each motorcycle.
I gulped. Well, at least I found the Devils Outlaws without too much trouble. The fun part would be following them. The guy in the middle seemed to be the leader. He drove over to the motel parking spot as the rest of the guys followed.
He dismounted and immediately turned and walked over to me, taking his helmet off. My heart seemed to melt. I could see his emerald green eyes from here. This guy did not look like any typical redneck biker. He was absolutely gorgeous.
His sleeveless shirt revealed huge, broad shoulders and bulging arm muscles that rippled when he walked. I could make out his chest muscles underneath his shirt. This guy was ripped.
He stood about a foot taller than me and had tattoos running all the way down his arms and legs. If he turned around I’m sure his jeans would outline a perfect ass. He looked like a bodybuilder model turned biker.
He stopped right in front of me and looked me up and down. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. If I wasn’t so nervous about these guys, pussy juice would be seeping through my pants right now. This guy was incredible.
“We haven’t seen you around here before. What are you doing here?” He had a smooth, deep voice that made my head spin.
“I-I’m here on business,” I squeaked, unable to meet his eyes.
“What kind of business?” He eyed the big camera in my hand.
“You a photographer or something?” he asked, flashing me an absurdly perfect smile.
I don’t know where my sudden burst of courage came from, but suddenly I got angry. I was from Washington DC and these hicks were from butt-fuck nowhere. What business was it of theirs what I was doing here?
“That’s none of your business,” I replied defiantly, looking him square in the eye this time.
He chuckled. The chuckle turned into a laugh. Pretty soon the whole gang was laughing their asses off at me. I felt myself turn beet-red. Whether it was with rage or embarrassment I didn’t know. But these guys were really getting on my nerves.
I made my decision. I was determined to find some dirt on these assholes if it took me years. At this point I didn’t care that Dave had screwed me over sending me to this town in the middle of nowhere. These fuckers were going to get theirs.
When he finally stopped laughing enough to make a coherent sentence, the leader spoke again.
“Honey, it’s our job to know everything that goes on around here. We basically run the town. You may not want to tell us now, but believe me. You will,” he rumbled, much more seriously.
Those last two words sent a chill down my spine. Was he threatening me?
“I’m Rick, by the way. I got a feeling we’re going to be seeing each other real soon, honey,” he promised, giving me a wicked grin.
He turned back to his motorcycle as the rest of the gang followed. Within seconds they had sped off into the distance.
I turned to look back at the driver but he was
Finally we pulled up to a little rundown motel in the middle of nowhere. I got out of the car and looked around. There was sand everywhere. Millions and millions of miles of sand, it seemed. This town really was in the middle of nowhere.
There was a little grocery store next door to the motel, a bar across the street, twenty or so houses and a few more shops lining the streets. I cursed Dave again. Why the fuck would he send me to a tiny little town like this? And where the hell was I supposed to find a biker gang? I couldn’t even see any people.
My answer came a few moments later. I heard the sound of engines rumbling and spun around. There, about a hundred feet away, sat eight huge, hulking guys on motorcycles with the letters TSD on their jackets. There was a little carving of a demon looking thing with horns on the front of each motorcycle.
I gulped. Well, at least I found the Devils Outlaws without too much trouble. The fun part would be following them. The guy in the middle seemed to be the leader. He drove over to the motel parking spot as the rest of the guys followed.
He dismounted and immediately turned and walked over to me, taking his helmet off. My heart seemed to melt. I could see his emerald green eyes from here. This guy did not look like any typical redneck biker. He was absolutely gorgeous.
His sleeveless shirt revealed huge, broad shoulders and bulging arm muscles that rippled when he walked. I could make out his chest muscles underneath his shirt. This guy was ripped.
He stood about a foot taller than me and had tattoos running all the way down his arms and legs. If he turned around I’m sure his jeans would outline a perfect ass. He looked like a bodybuilder model turned biker.
He stopped right in front of me and looked me up and down. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. If I wasn’t so nervous about these guys, pussy juice would be seeping through my pants right now. This guy was incredible.
“We haven’t seen you around here before. What are you doing here?” He had a smooth, deep voice that made my head spin.
“I-I’m here on business,” I squeaked, unable to meet his eyes.
“What kind of business?” He eyed the big camera in my hand.
“You a photographer or something?” he asked, flashing me an absurdly perfect smile.
I don’t know where my sudden burst of courage came from, but suddenly I got angry. I was from Washington DC and these hicks were from butt-fuck nowhere. What business was it of theirs what I was doing here?
“That’s none of your business,” I replied defiantly, looking him square in the eye this time.
He chuckled. The chuckle turned into a laugh. Pretty soon the whole gang was laughing their asses off at me. I felt myself turn beet-red. Whether it was with rage or embarrassment I didn’t know. But these guys were really getting on my nerves.
I made my decision. I was determined to find some dirt on these assholes if it took me years. At this point I didn’t care that Dave had screwed me over sending me to this town in the middle of nowhere. These fuckers were going to get theirs.
When he finally stopped laughing enough to make a coherent sentence, the leader spoke again.
“Honey, it’s our job to know everything that goes on around here. We basically run the town. You may not want to tell us now, but believe me. You will,” he rumbled, much more seriously.
Those last two words sent a chill down my spine. Was he threatening me?
“I’m Rick, by the way. I got a feeling we’re going to be seeing each other real soon, honey,” he promised, giving me a wicked grin.
He turned back to his motorcycle as the rest of the gang followed. Within seconds they had sped off into the distance.
I turned to look back at the driver but he was
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