Giving It to the Bad Guy (Saints and Sinners MC Book 3) Read Free Page A

grabbed her hands, and wrapped them around his waist. “You’ve got to hold me close.”
    “I can’t believe you’ve just told me about my own thighs. That is wrong on so many levels.”
    He cupped her thigh, gripping it tightly. “Nothing wrong with a good set of thighs, babe. It shows a man he’s doing something right.”
    “You’re not talking about riding a bike, are you?”
    “Nope. I’m not talking about riding a bike.”
    The helmet had to be the most unattractive thing she had ever worn. The urge to lean forward and whisper a question against his ear was so strong. She held back though. She’d more than likely knock him out with the helmet.
    “Hold on tight.” He left her thigh and gripped his handlebars.
    She closed her eyes as the machine fired up, the vibration startling her as it hummed beneath her pussy.
    He pressed down on the gas, and then they were moving.
    “Open your eyes, Sarah,” he said.
    “How do you know my eyes are closed?” She shouted the words so that he heard.
    “It was a good guess.”
    Opening her eyes, she let out a little squeal and held on tightly to him. “What the hell is happening?”
    “You’re riding the bike. We’re only doing fifteen. Let me know when you can handle more.”
    “Are you crazy? This is fast enough.”
    He laughed and kept on driving. After a few seconds, she was ready to go faster. “You can go to twenty.”
    The bike charged forward, and she screamed again, gripping him even tighter.
    “Stop, stop, stop.”
    “Not going to happen. Let’s go to thirty.”
    She screamed again as he rode the bike faster. Completely shocking herself, she found that she was actually having lots of fun. She didn’t want to wear the helmet even though she was terrified of bugs hitting her face.
    “It feels good, right?” he asked.
    He stuck at thirty on the way out of town, and even down a winding road.
    “Yes, it’s good.”
    Knife moved, bending his machine, and she held him, following each of his movements. Sarah felt safe with him, and that was when she realized, she never had with Ralf. He’d never given her the confidence to ride on the back of his bike.
    “This is amazing!” She screamed out, loving it.
    “Ready to go a little faster?”
    “Hell yeah,” she said.
    He pushed down on the gas, and they were going faster. The movement of the bike was so fluid and natural. She held onto Knife even though she wasn’t scared of falling off the bike.
    Sarah didn’t want the trip to end. All too soon, he was pulling up outside of Pipe’s cabin.
    “We’re here, honey,” he said.
    She climbed off the bike and fell in a heap on the ground, laughing as she did. Her legs were wobbly, and it was like she’d been running a marathon rather than riding a bike. Knife got off and helped her up.
    “Are you okay?”
    “I’m more than okay. That was amazing.” She tugged the helmet off, and moved her head forward, aware of Knife holding her hips as she did so. She turned, flicking her hair back, and smiling at him. His gaze was on her ass. Then his gaze moved, landing on her breasts, before finally on her face. “Erm, are you okay?”
    “I’m good.” His voice sounded a little strained.
    She smiled, running fingers through her hair. Something was happening between her and Knife, and she wasn’t entirely sure what it was.
    “This is the cabin? I don’t see Pipe’s car.”
    “They’ve probably stopped off at the clubhouse or something. Come on, I’ve got a spare key.”
    “You’ve got a spare key?”
    “Yep. Pipe gave me a key while you were saying goodbye to Elena.” He moved up toward the door and inserted the key. Sarah looked around the large cabin, and sighed. It was nice, a lot nicer than her poky apartment.
    “I need to head back into the city to grab my stuff.”
    “I can go with you if you’d like.”
    “Yeah, I’d really like that.”
    “When do you want to go?”
    “Today. There’s no point in me leaving it a couple of days.