The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club)

by Fox, Regina

  “Where were you tonight?” she asked finally.

  “I was at work,” he said. “And then on the way home, I got a call.”

  “Let me guess, Susan,” she said acidly. “Does she know you two are divorced? And don’t give me that crap about her being a transplant from another town. She’s a good looking, smart woman. She could find new friends, easily.”

  Foley closed the distance between their faces.

  “Oh, really?” he asked. “Think she’s good looking?”

  Savannah shrugged. “She’s gorgeous.”

  “Shit, baby. So are you,” he said. “You have no reason to be jealous.”

  “I need to be with a man who doesn’t have a needy ex-wife,” she said.

  Foley got very quiet. So quiet it made Savannah nervous. She didn’t know how this man was going to react and that made her feel vulnerable. She had felt more comfortable when she kept her feelings to herself. It was that moment she was afraid she had done something that might make him go away when she really knew how much she wanted him to stay. Finally, he reacted. He took her into his arms in a hug so complete she thought she would get lost in him.

  “I know exactly how you feel,” he whispered. “Thank you for telling me. I’m not going to let my past get in the way of my future. I’m crazy about you, Savannah. I think about you day and night. And I don’t want to lose you. I’m not sure where it’s heading, but I want to find out. You’re something truly special in my life.”

  “That means so much to hear that.”

  He smiled as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “I know you’re tired.

  “I am beat.”

  When he held her in his arms, she imagined the intense physical nature of his job. The constant high alert. She worked at home. She interfaced with her client via video-chat. They told her what they wanted in the article she had to write. She had no stress usually. All over again she felt enormously selfish. It was high-time she took care of him.

  Savannah stepped up onto the ottoman that butted up against the overstuffed chair in Savannah’s bedroom. She was now as tall as he was. She pushed his leather vest off of his shoulders and down his massive biceps. She realized that half down his arms it might have been smarter to do one arm at a time.

  She lost her balance into him as she tried to figure it out. He caught her mouth with his. He was such a loving, gentle, handsome giant. His chest was so broad and hard. Her soft plush chest pushed up against his iron form. Finally, he wrapped his tangled arms around the small of her waist and whisked her to the bed.

  “I was going to draw you a bath,” she murmured against his lips.

  “Another time,” he replied.

  It was very clear to her via the intense hard prodding at her thigh that Foley was not interested in bathing at the moment. Her belly swirled with warmth. He laid her down, the cushiony mattress and bedclothes rising up around her in complete comfort. Savannah felt so decadent. A wicked smile painted her lips.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “Lots.”

  He shot her a devilish look. “Me too. I’m having this fantasy. We kiss and fuck, and sweat and touch until we both come.”

  Savannah stuck her curling tongue out for him to take. He moaned. She traced his lips with the wet, firm tongue tip, pulling away when he tried to capture it. He played for a little bit before he cupped the back of her head, holding her still so that he could take control of the kiss. He swept her mouth with the most tantalizing movement. Owning her. She loved being controlled by him, just a little bit.

  He was so masculine. So knowing. Foley was an incredible lover, and Savannah was impatient to experience everything he had to share. She lifted her shirt up and bared her breasts. He took hold of her round flesh within the sizzling heat of his fingers and suckled her nipples.

  That moved made her squeal. The arousal pulled from deep within. It tugged on her. She squirmed with emptiness. She swiveled around and outstretched her legs around his waist. She pressed her center to him. She flowed for wetness. Foley lifted her, so she practically sat on his lap. His hardness made it almost uncomfortable for her to sit.

  She reached between them and adjusted him until he was inside of her.

  So fucking incredible.

  Sit on his lap this way, with her legs out behind him and his thighs underneath her buttocks, she took him deeply and moved around. She jutted her hips in short little jerky moves that were like electric pulses to him. He shook with pleasure after each playful thrust. She swiveled herself around. The motion she meant to drive him wild was setting her on fire.

  Her body was now so sensitive that she froze in between movements. Their effect was stunning. She had to will herself to maintain a steady rhythm. She closed her eyes and cocked her hips in unending pumping until she pushed herself up and over that blissful edge.

  “Work it, baby,” he murmured darkly.

  Foley joined into the movement. He levered himself, pushing off the bed and into her. He was so powerful that he could balance his massive broad body and move into her easily. Little tiny seizures rippled, tumbling through her core from deep, deep within her. It was the most delicious sensation; the culmination of perfection knowing that he was so attracted to her. So hot for her. And that he cared for her. Their union was more than blistering chemistry. It was about total trust. Savannah knew that despite her jealousy of Susan, she trusted her hot, sexy biker.

  Chapter 16

  Except for the company of her dog, Savannah awoke to an empty house. It felt almost normal. Until it sunk in how vulnerable she was to have slept so late with no one else there. She trusted she was under the watchful eye of the Ghosts of the Prairie. She peered out the window to check the weather. It was chilly to be sure. She bundled up both the dog and her and went out for a jog.

  The cold air was a little tough to get used to though she was no stranger to running in cold weather. The further they progressed on their course, the warmer she and Beau were. It was almost pleasant. Savannah realized there was no drama going on. The moment, in fact, was a wholesome one.

  But it didn’t last long. Her stomach knotted at the sound of a motorcycle winding through her development. She had come to love riding but with the derelict bikers tearing up her property, trying to terrorize her guests and her, she wasn’t so fond of the sound. It made her nervous.

  But this biker she was okay with. He looked at her directly as he slowed to her pace. The visor isolated his magnificent eyes. They cut right through her and even in the cold North Dakota fall, Savannah was contemplating getting naked with this biker right out in the open.

  “What’s the matter? No one playing with matches today?” she teased.

  “Shit, girl. I take that talk very seriously,” he played back.

  “I got something hot you can play with,” she said boldly.

  “Savannah Payton,” he scolded her.

  Beau was so excited to see him.

  “I wanted to see if you wanted to ride with me to Outlaws later,” he said.

  “Oh, am I invited?” she asked.

  He winked. “You’re the main event. Danny and I want to find out if maybe the Riggers had something against your father for any reason. Are you sure you never broke anyone’s heart?” he asked.

  “Foley Graham, I would know if I ever dated a biker before,” she said.

  He raised his brow. “I’m glad I’m your first.”

  “I would love to ride with you,” she said.

  “Good, because there is a cold snap coming in, and I’m not so sure we’ll be able to get another ride in soon. Not exactly a ride, but I do love the way you feel on the back of my bike,” he said.

  He leaned in and kissed her.

  “I’ll pick up you up in a couple of hours. And if this club doesn’t piss me off too much, I will buy you an early dinner. We can come back here and work it off,” he said, letting his lips linger over hers.

  He revved his bike and only go
t so far when she called for him sharply. He head hear and U-turned around.

  “Yes,” he asked lightly.

  “Where are you going, babe?” she asked.

  She kicked herself for sounding like a nag already. He had every right to go anywhere he wanted to. Though circumstances through them together and made them very close in many ways, they had really only just met. They had no real commitment.

  “I’m going to see Susan,” he said.

  Savannah tried not to make a face, but it was impossible.

  “It’s a good thing,” he said. “I’ll tell you all about it in bed.”

  Beau and Savannah watched as their wonderful biker drove off in the direction of his ex-wife. Savannah determined this moment called for a sexy outfit brainstorm. She was going to go home, hit her home gym for the next hour, and get dressed with such hotness that Foley would not notice his phone ringing the next time Susan called. If she was going to be involved with the sit-down between bike clubs, she wanted to make a good impression. It was in a way like meeting Foley’s family.

  The dog didn’t like the noise of the treadmill, so when Savannah hopped on, he made himself scarce. She ran super hard, playing hardcore heavy metal through headphones so that she could feel like the hottest woman on earth for Foley. Working out was Savannah’s favorite beauty regimen.

  Even after she finished with the noisy gym machinery, Beau remained hidden. Savannah did the circuit weights before hitting the bath. She kept her door opened so that her dog could curl up on the bath mat like he usually did, then finished dressing for the Outlaws.

  Savannah wore a pair of skin-tight jeans and a cashmere sweater. She left the shirt unbuttoned so that just the slightest bit of cleavage showed. She could feel the touch of his fingertips there now. She put on a pair of stacks she knew she would not be able to ride in, but she knew they would turn him on. She had posted them on social media once and had to knock the attention she got off with a virtual stick. While she waited for him, she powdered and re-powdered parts of herself with the softest scented powder puff.

  The vet bill fell on the floor, and Savannah picked it up. She rolled her eyes. What a ridiculous bill. She started thinking about everything and how Foley walked home Susan the night of the fire. Then a thought suddenly struck her. Somebody had torched her guesthouse, and then poured gasoline around her house. They didn’t get to finish the job. But something was odd. Beau should’ve been locked up in the house. But he was found a few houses down at the neighbors.

  She pondered. Why would the arsonist let Beau out of the house before he torched it? Any normal arsonist would’ve torched the guesthouse, then the house. Unless it was somebody who knew Beau and didn’t want to see harm done to him. What if it was somebody who loved animals? A vet? Susan?

  Yes, the thought was crazy. But letting Beau out before she set the fire gave her away. Unless one of the firefighters let Beau out when checking the house to see if it was clear.

  She reached for her phone and called Trenton. She didn’t want to alarm Foley or have him thinking she was blaming an innocent woman over jealousy issues. She had to be sure before she said anything to him.

  “Hello, Trenton,” she said.

  “Hi, Savannah. What’s up?”

  “I need you to answer a very important question. Do you know if anyone let Beau out of the house the night of the fire? How did he get out? Did somebody let him out? Did one of the firefighters go in my house for any reason?”

  “Why does it matter? Beau is safe. That’s the important thing.”

  “He should’ve been in the house. The house was locked up tight. But the arsonist had a heart for the dog. He let him out before he burned down the house.”

  “Except he was caught. And had to abandon his post. Couldn’t finish the job, lucky for you.”

  “Or she?”

  “She?”

  Savannah told him all her suspicions.

  “That’s a big leap to say Susan is the arsonist. She’s a respected member of our town.”

  “I know it’s crazy, but hear me out. She was friendly to me in the beginning. But once I started dating Foley, everything changed. And our dates kept getting interrupted with fires that he had to fight. She knew he’d be called to them.”

  “Are you saying she set fires to stop your dates?”

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

  “It’s crazy! But…”

  “But what?”

  “The pieces of the puzzle are coming together. Susan is Paul’s sister. She’s the lawyer’s sister.”

  “So maybe she torched his office building as a favor.”

  “He needed the insurance money. But he wouldn’t burn down his own building. And he wouldn’t let his sister do it either.”

  “So, she was randomly setting fires to keep Foley busy. And thought, hey, while I’m at it, I might as well burn down my brother’s office to help him out.”

  “I think so.”

  “Paul is in jail because of the arson charges.”

  “It’s his sister who needs to be in jail.”

  “We’ll talk as soon as you get here. Hurry up. We’ve got to tell the guys.”

  “I’m almost ready.”

  “Hurry up.”

  “I will.”

  She wobbled down the hall to the bathroom with her stacks on. As she looked in the mirror to put her earrings on, a face appeared behind her. She jumped startled and spun around.

  It was Susan Gretsky.

  “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” Savannah said. “Get the hell out.”

  Susan eyed her up and down. “Did you get dressed up for us?” she asked sarcastically. “You look smashing, dear. I bet Foley would fuck you properly with a body like that. Too bad that’s never going to happen.”

  “How the hell did you get in my house?”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

  “Leave!”

  “Not yet.”

  “Why are you here?” she asked. “Are you looking for Foley because he’s not here? I thought he was with you.”

  “I sent Foley on a wild goose chase,” she replied.

  Savannah caught sight of the blade Susan was holding. Her heart thundered. This was more than some stalker walking into her house. Susan came here with a plan, intent to kill.

  The bitch was fucking nuts!

  “I’m supposed to be somewhere soon,” said Savannah coolly, thinking that would frighten her. “People will know I’m missing.”

  “Well, then I’ll just have to make this quick,” she said. “And don’t worry about Foley. He’s going to need me shortly when he learns his little tart has lost her life in yet another arson fire. I will take good care of your dog here. I’m a vet you see, and I love animals.”

  Savannah’s gaze drifted to the can of gasoline by the door. “It’s you. You’re the arsonist!”

  “Busted!”

  “If you’re going to kill me. You might as well tell me what’s going on.” Savannah hoped her plea made her seem weak and defeated. But she wasn’t going down without a fight. The bitch didn’t know what she’d do when she was backed against a corner. Savannah would fight like hell. She covertly worked her stack shoe off so that she could fling it and nail Susan with it.

  “Why did create the fires? To stop our dates?”

  “It’s a little drastic, but it worked like a charm.”

  “You’re crazy!”

  “Just think of each burning building as my fiery wrath. Because that’s what I was feeling every time he went out with you or spent time with you.”

  “I don’t believe you’d do this.”

  “I tried to talk you out of ever dating him, but that didn’t work. I tried to get you jealous. It’s why I called you to do that follow-up with Beau. I wanted you to see Foley at my office with me. But none of it worked. So I had to move to the extreme. And that’s killing you.”

  So what made you so pissed at me?” asked Savannah. “Foley and I aren
’t even serious. We haven’t even been casually dating that long.”

  “It’s more than casual,” she said.

  “Why are you throwing everything away?” Savannah asked.

  “So me, Foley, and Beau can be one big, happy family. Now move it."

  Chapter 17

  “I said, move it!” Susan yelled.

  "Where are we going?" asked Savannah.

  "We're going to stage your demise," Susan said.

  Savannah laughed.

  “What’s so damn funny? I am about to kill you, and you’re laughing?” she asked.

  “Well, they found a surveillance system,” Savannah said.

  She struggled to speak. “You’re lying, bitch!”

  “My dad has a surveillance system. Hooked up to the electronics,” she said finally.

  “Fucking bullshit,” said Susan. “If that were the case, you would have had something on me before.”

  “We just found it,” said Savannah, “when we were watching movies.”

  “We?” asked Susan with a touch of jealousy in her voice.

  Savannah rubbed it in.

  “Yes, the Ghosts of the Prairie. Danny, his wife, Trenton.”

  “I know who they are,” Susan snapped.

  "In a few minutes they're going to be here. They’re probably watching us now," said Savannah.

  “You’re bluffing,” said Susan.

  “Nope. I think I can even show you,” she said. “Before my father died, his wife was cheating on him with his lawyer. I’m not sure whether he knew that or not but he did know that someone was taking things.”

  As Savannah was explaining all of this, she realized that her dad probably put the home theater in as a cover for the surveillance system. And that he probably didn’t know his wife was up to something. That made total sense. Which meant the house was probably being recorded. Savannah was confident that she was no longer bluffing her.

  “What do you mean you ‘think’ you can show me?” Susan asked incredulously.

  “I’m not good at technology shit. But, you can access it on the home theater screen. It’s just a matter of pulling up the menu.”

  “That doesn’t mean it’s operating now,” she replied though she was nervous, Savannah could see.