Loving The Biker (MC Biker Romance) Read Free Page A

Already. You don’t find that fishy?” I replied, watching as he began typing a message to a blond, twenty-something hottie who had sent him a picture of herself in black lingerie. Her looks alone told me that she was up to something.
    “We’ve been messaging each other now for the last three days,” he explained. “She claims that she has feelings for me. I’ve seen guys around here fall for a chick in less time than that.”
    Still frowning, I shook my head. “Jesus, you know, ‘she’ is probably really a ‘he’… and one of those romance scammers.”
    “A what?”
    “It was on the news a while back. Basically, it’s the same-old shit. People getting swindled out of money by assholes who pretend to be someone they’re not. They prey mostly on lonely people.”
    “I’m not lonely, although most of my best friends are six feet under now,” he said, looking me out of the corner of his eye.
    Ouch . Talk about cutting in deep.
    “I’m sorry,” I said softly, feeling like shit. The shame of knowing I’d been a part of that was sometimes enough to make me want to walk out of the clubhouse and never return. I’m not sure what held me back from doing just that, though. Maybe I was looking for a way to redeem myself. Or, maybe I was doing it for Raina. All I knew for sure was that we both had our own demons to conquer when it came to Slammer.
    Hoss didn’t respond right away. He pulled out a cigarette and stuck it into his mouth. “Whether you’re sorry or not, isn’t going to change anything. Isn’t going to bring him back.”
    “Hoss-”
    Hoss held up his hand. “Hey, I can’t have this conversation with you,” he said, his voice hard. “I want you to know, however, that I don’t hold you personally responsible. You feel me?”
    All I could do was nod.
    “Shit happened and it’s over,” he continued, as if trying to convince himself of it more than me. “We can move beyond it or hold grudges.”
    I could tell that he wasn’t finished, so I remained quiet.
    “I guess that if Tank can find it in his heart to forgive you, then I’m willing to do the same. I just… don’t want to talk about it. Wounds are still too fresh.”
    “I understand,” I replied.
    He removed the unlit cigarette from his mouth and sniffed along the edge. “Damn, I miss these things. Almost as much as beaver.”
    “You quit smoking?”
    He gave me a shit-eating grin. “One I did. The other I’m hoping to get from blondie, here. Haven’t had me a fine piece of ass like that in a long time.”
    “I’m telling you, watch out for that chick.”
    “I am watching,” he said, clicking through the sexy pictures on her page. “And I like what I see.”
    I noticed Raptor walk into the room with Chopper, the Intelligence Officer.
    “Hey. What’s up?” asked Raptor, stepping over to us.
    “Hoss thinks he’s met the girl of his dreams,” I said, smirking.
    “I don’t know about the girl of my dreams, but I’d love to make hers come true by slipping her the old Hoss Special,” joked Hoss.
    Chopper and I laughed.
    “Old man, you’d better calm yourself before you go popping more blood vessels in your eyes,” said Raptor, patting him on the shoulder.
    “That happened because of my contacts,” said Hoss, giving him a dirty look. “Not from jacking off. I told you that, fucker.”
    Raptor laughed. “So touchy. You quit smoking again?”
    “Yeah. As a matter of fact I did,” said Hoss.
    “How’s that going?” asked Raptor.
    “Not so good, especially when I’m reminded of it,” said Hoss.
    “Candy helps,” I said, itching to have a cigarette myself. I’d been trying to cut back because I was broke, and even that was hell.
    “I heard that, too. Should have had you pick me up some,” said Hoss. “Or gum. You try that nicotine gum?”
    “No,” I said.
    He pulled out a piece and unwrapped it. “I’ve been chewing on them for the last couple of days. Seems to take the edge off, I guess.”
    “So,