by Linda Wright
“Kasey.”
I lifted my eyes from the bike and met his gaze. “Yeah?”
“Get on.”
I groaned and stepped closer. “I’m wearing a skirt, though.”
His twisted and his large hands were suddenly at the bottom of my tight pencil shirt. “That isn’t a problem.”
I gasped when he slowly worked the material up until I was wearing a modified mini-skirt. I thanked everything good in the world that I’d shaved above the knee that morning. His fingers felt like they were everywhere on my thighs and I squeezed my legs shut to stop the sensations washing over me.
Ramsey’s fingers pushed the skirt up a bit more, his hands resting on my hips. “There. Now, get up here.”
I was about to shake my head but the look of heat in his eyes stopped me. It was one day. One crazy day. I had to say yes. I awkwardly lifted my leg and climbed on behind him, leaving a gap between our bodies. I looked up and saw a woman covering her kid’s eyes and glaring at me.
I lightly punched Ramsey’s shoulder. “You made me flash those poor children!”
He reached back and gripped my thighs before yanking me forward so that our bodies were tightly molded together. “Lucky little bastards.”
“What?”
“I said hold on tight.”
I laughed and rested my hands on his sides. He started the motorcycle and the sensation of it vibrating between my legs had me holding onto him tighter. I sighed into his leather covered back when he grabbed my arms and pulled them tighter around his stomach. I had no choice but to press my hands against all of the muscles I felt working in his lower stomach. At least that’s what I told myself.
I pressed my helmet covered face into his back when he started moving and held on even tighter. I’d never been on a bike before and it was equally scary and exhilarating. He moved the big thing with ease through traffic. It gave me confidence that he wouldn’t kill me.
I relaxed slightly and smiled as the reality of what I was doing washed over me. I was on the back of a stranger’s motorcycle with no clue as to where we were going. Instead of the panic I expected to feel I felt great. My body was alive on the bike and curling around Ramsey felt so natural.
My hair tie flew out of my hair and suddenly my hair was whipping behind us in the wind. I laughed into Ramsey’s back before relaxing even more. I sat up and lifted one arm to let it sail through the breeze rushing past us. Suddenly everything felt amazing. My worst day had turned into the best day.
I tightened my thighs around Ramsey and moved my hand up his chest. “Pull over!”
He heard me over the noise and did as I asked. After he was parked he looked back at me and raised his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”
I yanked the helmet off of my head. “I don’t want to wear this. I want to feel the wind in all of my hair.”
His eyes crinkled. “You can leave it off until we get to the highway. Then you’re putting it back on.”
I nodded just to get us moving again.
“Is that what I think it is?”
I followed Ramsey’s finger and groaned. He was pointing to a group surrounding a chunk of sidewalk. There was a big enough gap that we could both see that people were pointing and laughing at the clear impression of two medium size breasts in the cement.
Ramsey’s sudden bark of laughter shocked me. He looked back at me and laughed again. “You had an interesting morning, didn’t you?”
I frowned and nodded. “It would be better if we got away from that before people recognize me as the artist of that special piece of sidewalk.”
He slipped the helmet over his own head and started us moving again. The sensations were heightened without the helmet. My hair whipped around us and I laughed at the freedom I was feeling. He was just driving me away from the city but it felt like he was driving me away from my holding cell. My heart was pounding against his back and I wondered if he could feel it.
Ramsey rested his larger hand over the spot where my smaller one rested on his stomach. He stroked his finger over my knuckles until I ached at my core. He yelled something but I couldn’t hear it.
“What?”
He pulled over again and took the helmet off before handing it to me. His eyes were wild as he looked back at me. “I said if you don’t stop shifting against me like that we aren’t going to make it to the clubhouse.”
None of my other blushes could ever compare to the heat that ravished my face in that moment. I bit my lip hard and shoved my head into the helmet.
Ramsey ran his hand over my bare thigh and groaned. “You’re too sexy for your own good.”
The rest of the ride was made in silence. I watched as we left the city and moved out towards the more rural area that surrounded it. My head was full of thoughts of Ramsey calling me sexy but I still noticed our surroundings. After a little while longer he turned onto a nearly hidden road that was shadowed my trees on both sides.
He drove a little while longer down that side road until he pulled to a stop at a large fence that was guarded by another big guy in leather. “Any excitement today?”
The guard shook his head and nodded to me. “You?”
Ramsey patted my thigh. “Plenty.”
We pulled through after the gate was opened and Ramsey navigated the bike just a little farther down the road until a large building popped into view. There were a few houses surrounding the metal building but all of the activity seemed to be centered at the building.
I looked around and frowned. Where was this place? Ramsey parked his motorcycle next to a small white house and turned it off. He helped me off the bike and then sat on the bike seat facing me.
I just stood there so he reached up and took the helmet off of my head. I looked around and frowned. “Where are we?”
There were lots of other motorcycles and I could already hear the rambunctious laughter coming from the large group of people pretty far away from us. There was a sign on the side of the metal building and I started at it until the words made sense in my head.
“Night Rider’s MC?”
He grabbed my hips again and pulled me closer. “Yeah. It’s a motorcycle club.”
My mind filled with images of gang rapes and men drugged up on every pill imaginable. I’d never heard anything good about motorcycle gangs. I looked around and tried to find evidence of anything awful happening.
Instead of bad things I just saw people having fun. They were all standing around, talking and goofing off. The men were all dressed similar to Ramsey and the women were dressed in a lot less. That still didn’t make it wrong, though.
“You going to give it a chance?”
I met his eyes and forgot all about what was happening around us. I was supposed to be having a crazy day. What could be crazier than a day with a motorcycle gang? I nodded and moved away from him. “I need to change clothes, though.”
He stood up and nodded his head toward the house. “My sister’s place. She’s about your size. Give me a second and I’ll grab a few things.”
I watched him go into the house and crossed my arms over my chest. A couple of women walking by looked me up and down and frowned like they’d just seen something terrible. I pressed my lips together firmly and stared at my bare toes, realizing for the first time that I’d left my heels on the sidewalk.
“I grabbed shorts and some shoes she had around. Her shirts didn’t seem like your style so I’ll just grab one of mine for you.” Ramsey grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the house next door.
I climbed the steps and followed him in. The house was clean and quiet. The décor was minimalist and the walls were bare but it was a nice house. “You live here?”
“Yeah. I used to stay in the clubhouse but it got to be annoying. When you move up in the ranks and don’t have an old lady the groupies tend to flock. I kept waking up to random women crawling into my bed.”
I snorted. “Oh, the woes. Most men wouldn’t complain.”
His eyes were serious as t
hey met mine. “I’m not most men. I don’t want people I don’t trust crawling around my shit when I’m sleeping.”
I clutched the clothing tighter to my stomach. “Yet you brought me into your house.”
He disappeared into a room off the living room for a second and reappeared with a piece of dark material in his hands. A Night Rider’s t-shirt. “You’re trust inspiring. What can I say?”
Something fluttered in my stomach and I grinned at him. “Or maybe you’re just a big softy.”
Ramsey pressed the shirt into my hands and leaned down so we were eye to eye. “I’ve never been accused of that before. And I can promise you. There’s nothing soft about me.”
I swallowed so loud I knew he’d heard it. Thankfully he moved away and nodded to another door to my left.
“Bathroom. Get changed and I’ll take you to the clubhouse for some lunch before I show you some moves.”
My body moved on autopilot thankfully. Otherwise I’d have still been standing in his living room, staring at him. I stripped out of my clothing and dressed quickly. If my hands moved fast enough maybe my brain wouldn’t have time to kick in again.
His sister had to be the size of a small child. Her shorts were barely there on me. They were cut off jean shorts and stopped just short of showing my ass cheeks. They didn’t leave much to the imagination, that was for sure. My bra was still wet so I left it off and pulled his large t-shirt on over my head.
It smelled like him and instantly my core tightened. My nipples were rock hard against the soft cotton and I had to spend a few minutes just standing there, breathing, to get myself under control.
I slipped my feet into his sister’s flip flops, which thankfully fit, and then stared at myself in the mirror. I’d rolled the shirt sleeves up and held them there with a few bobby pins I found in the bottom of my purse. Then I’d taken the excess material at the bottom and tied it in a knot at my back. It left an inch of skin exposed at my waist but I didn’t figure it mattered much after the shorts revealed everything else.
My long dark hair was wildly curling down my back and my blue eyes were bright as they stared back at me. I had color in my face that I hadn’t seen in a while. I looked excited and ready to take on the world. I took out my lipstick and dabbed it on, making my full lips shiny and pink, before opening the door and going back out to face Ramsey.
He was standing by the couch when I came out. He’d taken his leather Larryet off, revealing a shirt much like mine, only the sleeves were ripped and there were a few holes in it. His gloves had been lost, too.
The visual effect of Ramsey was enough to take my breath away. I just stood there, staring at him, taking in the large arms and tan skin I could see through the holes in his shirt. He was a work of art.
“You look good enough to eat.” His deep voice was deeper then. His eyes settled on the bare skin at my waist and flashed hot. “Come here.”
My feet moved without any input from my brain. Before I knew it I was standing right in front of Ramsey with my arms hanging loosely at my sides. I looked up at him and bit my lip hard.
“You’re going to chew a hole through your lip if you keep that up.” His thumb came up to tug my lip out from between my teeth. “It’d be a shame.”
One crazy day. One crazy day with this beautiful man and I could get on with my life. Even as I chanted it at my erratic brain I couldn’t imagine how one day would be enough of him. I rested my hands on his chest and took a deep breath. One crazy day. “I thought you were going to give me self-defense lessons.”
His hands landed on my hips and tightened. “Lesson one. Don’t come home with a hungry biker.”
I was breathing heavily and couldn’t seem to look away from the heat in his eyes. “What happens if I do? What’s lesson two?”
He jerked me up and suddenly I was wrapped around his waist. His hands were on my ass, holding my core tight to him. “Don’t let him get you too close.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled the bandana off of his head. His hair was long, it fell to his shoulders, and lighter when it was dry. Dirty blonde locks tickled my fingers as I tugged on them. “Oops. What if I do?”
Ramsey grunted when I tugged on his hair and shifted so I could feel his impressive erection pressing against my core. “Lesson three is that you definitely shouldn’t let him take you against a wall.”
I gasped as he spun us around and pinned me to the wall behind him. I was just about to open my mouth and lose my dignity by begging him to touch me when I was saved by a knock at the door.
“Ramsey! Mike and Jake are at it again. Bo isn’t here to deal with it.”
Ramsey cursed vividly and set me down. “I’ve got to handle this. Stay here.”
He flew out of his house faster than I’d imagined his large body could move. I wasn’t a dog, though, so I didn’t stay. I followed behind him and another man as they stomped off to the clubhouse. I could hear Ramsey’s angry words and nearly giggled as I watched his stiff movements. No doubt he was still trying to lose the boner.
Ramsey ripped open the clubhouse door and I was on the heels of the man behind him. The new stranger tossed me a confused look over his shoulder but I just kept my eyes on Ramsey as he stormed towards two guys who were tearing the room to shreds. Tables and chair went crashing as they threw each other around.
I watched as Ramsey grabbed one of them and yanked him off the other one. It worked for all of two seconds. As soon as he let go they were at it again. My heart pounded in my chest at the sight of the fight. Blood was flying everywhere and there was a crowd of people cheering around it. The guy who’d come for Ramsey and Ramsey were the only two who seemed set on stopping the fight.
Ramsey caught a right hook to the chest that seemed to infuriate him. He growled so loud it felt like the walls were going to come down and then he tossed one of the men across the room. “Stay the fuck back!”
The men were wild animals, though, and nothing was working. They kept charging each other. I watched in horror as the smaller of the two men grabbed a chair and smashed it over the other man’s head. It didn’t faze the bigger guy. They were so wet with sweat that Ramsey couldn’t get a good grip on either of them.
I watched with growing anger until finally I couldn’t stop my frustration from bubbling over the same way it had when I was young. My arms stiffened at my sides and I opened my mouth wide as a shrill scream ripped from my chest and bounced around the room until the people closest to me had their ears covered and the two men stopped fighting.
When I stopped screaming everyone just stood there staring. I pointed at the two assholes fighting and frowned. “Stop being idiots. Look at the mess you made. Jesus. And you hit Ramsey! Are you crazy? He’s like four times your size. Do you want to be turned into a puddle on the floor? Do you seriously have a death wish?”
The smaller man looked at me in confusion and then to Ramsey. “Who’s the bitch?”
My eyebrows shot up to my hairline. “Bitch? That’s the second time I’ve been called a bitch today and I really don’t like it.”
Everyone was silent in the room, the only sound coming from a jukebox in the corner. Lynard Skynard played a song about giving someone three steps and I couldn’t help but feel like I could be in a situation where I’d soon be begging for my own three step advance.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Ramsey stepped forward and shoved the guy hard in the chest. “She’s with me. And she’s fucking right. You hit me. I should stomp the shit out of you. Clean this fucking place up. Both of you. If this shit happens again one of you isn’t going to like me very much.”
I rested my hands on my hips and glared at the smaller man. I had a desire to ram my hand into his nose. “And try being nicer.”
Ramsey turned to me and gave me an exasperated look that warned me to stop talking. It was too late, though.
The small man came at me faster than I liked and out of fear I shot my hand up and the bone at the base of my
palm connected firmly with his nose. He bent over and screamed out as blood poured from his nose. “What the fuck?!”
I held up my hands and backed away. “You came at me! You shouldn’t have done that.”
Ramsey came over and grabbed my arms. “It’s time for you to leave.”
I assumed he meant that he’d be leaving with me but instead he jabbed his finger at a younger guy and nodded to me. “Get her the fuck out of here. Take the Durango.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and shook his arms off of me. He was giving me the slip. Only he was having someone else do the dirty work for him. “I’ll gladly leave. I just need to get my purse from your house. Is that okay or was this whole thing just a more elaborate purse snatching than what that guy pulled this morning?”
I didn’t know why I was so mad but I was. I wanted to drive my palm into his nose, too. I’d decided to have one wild day and it was ruined. There went my chance at having a little fun before I settled into adulthood.
“Get the fucking purse and then get the hell out of here.” His eyes were hard when he said it.
I shrugged off the unexplainable hurt I felt and tossed a smile at him over my shoulder as I was leaving. “Good luck with your little club thing.”
The young guy intJohnuced himself as Justin and let me grab my purse before escorting me into a SUV and then off the property. I’d been dismissed thoroughly.
The worst part was that while I’d been watching Ramsey try to separate the two buffoons who were fighting I’d been so impressed with how good he seemed. He was one of the only two people who seemed determined to not let the two men kill each other. He seemed to have a wide good streak.
I couldn’t explain why the good guy had just kicked me out of his clubhouse, though. So, maybe he wasn’t a good guy. Maybe he was pretending to be nice to get into my pants. I shook my head and tried to ignore all the thoughts. I barely knew him. It’d been a few hours. That was hardly enough time to decide if someone was good or bad.
Justin put on the radio and turned it up so that we didn’t have to try to speak to each other. He drove me back to my apartment at my instructions and before I knew it I was standing outside my door with the same amount of bad luck I’d possessed earlier in the day, if still being locked out was any indication.
