Devil's Brotherhood: A MC Romance (Devil's Riders Book 1) Read Free

collegiate neighborhood and everyone turned and looked. Then we drove further out into the countryside. It was beautiful and it felt very freeing to be on the motorcycle. It was like flying. The tall grass of the fields we passed was turning yellow with the fall season and it swayed in the wind. Plain and simple, I was having fun.
     
    We drove to the coast and he pulled over at an amazing overlook that looked out to sea. We got off the bike and sat at a picnic table.
     
    “I’m glad you came by,” I said looking at him with a smile. “That was a lot of fun. I’ve never been on a bike before.”
     
    “Never?”
     
    “No, never.”
     
    “That does not surprise me. What’s your story Harvard,” he said with an arrogant smirk.
     
    “How do you know I go to Harvard? Is it that obvious?” I asked.
     
    “Yes. We see it every year here. Some preppy Ivy League girl being rebellious against daddy and wanting to be wild, and they look to us to that with.”
     
    “Oh, I see. Well I guess you know everything about me don’t you?” I said a feeling a little bit embarrassed that he had completely nailed it. I was not original. He had seen a million girls like me before.
     
    “No, not everything,” he said flirtatiously.
     
    “Tell me about you. Since you already know me and my type,” I said.
     
    “What do you want to know?” he asked.
     
    “Well what is this?” I said pointing to the wolf tattooed on his arm.
     
    “The wolf, it’s the name of our pack.”
     
    “Pack?”
     
    “Yes, our pack of riders,” he said. “You saw some of them at the bar when I was rescuing you.”
     
    “Oh, right. Thank you by the way. So do you mean like a motorcycle gang?” I asked.
     
    “Yeah, but it’s not 1970. We’re not exactly the Hell’s Angels, but we are a gang of riders that stick together and stand up for each other. We’ve all had a hard life, it’s good to have that support.”
     
    “That’s cool,” I said not knowing what else to say. Anytime anyone said they had a hard life it made me feel embarrassed about my silver spoon life. I always felt like they were taking a shot at me. I quickly wanted to change the subject.
     
    “So tell me, Kit. If I’m just another daddy’s girl that you’re use to dealing with, why did you come pick up today?” I asked.
     
    “Well because you did something none of those other girls had ever done,” he said.
     
    “What’s that?”
     
    “You came looking for me. You came looking for me in a very dangerous place for a little girl like you. I admired that spirit and courage. It’s sort of reckless, like me. I thought we would get along. It made you seem different to me,” he smirked at me.
     
    “Or I’m stupid,” I laughed.
     
    We laughed together and it lightened the mood a bit.
     
    We sat and talked for an hour. He told me about his life and growing up in Boston. He told me about the gang and about hanging out at The Pipe. Even though he looked dangerous and mysterious he was actually a genuine and smart man. I liked him more with each passing minute. My lust was blossoming into like. Then he stood up in front of me and locked eyes with me.
     
    “So why are we here Mary? Do you want me? Did you want me to take you? Did you want me to fuck you so you could tell your friends you were with a dirty dangerous biker?” he said.
     
    I gasped at his remark. It was part insulting and part erotic. I didn’t know how to react to it. I felt turned on but at the same time I wanted to slap him for talking to me like that. I was speechless and stumbled over my words.
     
    “I…” I tried to speak, but he cut me off. His mouth covered mine and his lips pressed hard against me. I moaned inside his mouth and I became nervous. He was so hot that I didn’t know how to handle what was happening. I wanted him badly. He pulled away from me suddenly.
     
    “Is that what you wanted? Or you want more?” he asked
     
    “More,” I whispered.
     
    He gave me