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

up in the same dangerous position as before. I pulled into the lot and saw Kit surrounded by guys standing near their motorcycles. I was in luck. My nice car pulling up caused everyone to look. Kit looked at it and knew it was me immediately. He gave me a disapproving shake of his head and then walked over.
     
    “What are you doing here Mary? I thought I told you I wasn’t good for you,” he said.
     
    “Can’t I decide what isn’t good for me?” I said with a smile.
     
    “I have missed you. I’m not going to lie. You’re different. Not what I expected,” he said looking at me with genuine sincerity in his eyes.
     
    “We were going to bonfire on the beach,” he said.
     
    “That sounds like fun,” I tilted my head to the side waiting for my invitation.
     
    “Want to come with us?” his eyebrows arched up.
     
    “Yes.”
     
    Soon I was wrapped behind Kit on his motorcycle. The loud rumble of several engines roared and trembled. Then there was a long line of bikes pulling out of the parking lot. It was quite the sight. I had to admit, at night the bike ride was much scarier. My adrenaline was flowing through me and I understood the rush of living your life through motorcycles. It was fun and reckless. The possibility of danger at every turn was prominent. I tucked my head behind his back and hung on tighter.
     
    They pulled into an isolated beach and began to dismount and make their way to the beach. I heard a lot of whispers of disapproval and snickering. I looked at Kit.
     
    “My friends disapprove,” he said.
     
    “So do mine,” I told him.
     
    He laughed and grabbed my hand and led me out to the sand. The group of bikers consisted of very tough looking guys and girls. The girls particularly gave me evil glares and I would be very scared if I was not with Kit. I got the overall vibe that I was not welcomed at all.
     
    The group built a bonfire and then sat around it smoking and drinking beer and being loud. Kit gave me all his attention and I was glad for it.
     
    “Are you cold?” he asked.
     
    “Yeah, a little,” I said rubbing my arms in the crisp night air coming off the sea.
     
    “Here,” he said putting his black leather jacket over my shoulders.
     
    “Thanks,” I said.
     
    We sat around the fire and talked for an hour and laughed and teased each other. I could still feel the stares of everyone around us. I tried to ignore. Sensing my discomfort Kit said, “Want to take a walk?”
     
    “I would love too,” I said.
     
     

CHAPTER THREE

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    He placed his hand out to help me to my feet. He pulled me up with one swift movement. He was very strong. We walked and found a private dark area. Then he pulled me close into his arms and kissed me. I melted into his arms. His kiss was passionate and full of longing.
     
    “I’ve been waiting to do that all night,” he said.
     
    “I want you to do more,” I said boldly.
     
    He smirked at me and kissed me again. His hands roamed down my body and cupped my ass. I moaned in his mouth in response. He pulled me down the sand with him. I laid down on my back in the soft sand and he positioned himself on top of me between my legs and rubbed him body up and down. It was the perfect position and he made direct contact with clitoris. It felt so good that I moaned louder than I should. His hand went under my sweater and slowly moved up my belly. His strong hands felt good on my body. His dark curls framed his face and fell on mine. I ran my fingers through it. I wanted this. I needed him. I had been wanting this experience with a bad boy for a long time, and now it was finally happening and no one could stop me. I had my freedom. I felt his fingers pinch my nipples and I sighed in response. He knew how to work with his hands. He pinched them lightly and not too hard. It was just the right amount of play. He pulled up away from me and started to unzip my pants. Then he stopped.
     
    “Is this okay?” he asked.
     
    I was