Ride of Her Life: A Biker Erotic Romance Read Free

monstrous growls went blissfully silent. Cecilia thought it odd to see another loud Harley in her little rural town but passed it off as coincidence.
     
    She'd begun to keep walking when Ray's grip tightened on her fingers and dragged her to a stop. Ray hadn't done it on purpose; it was more the fact that he hadn't moved and Cecilia didn't have the strength to drag him behind.
     
    The rider looked barely old enough to hold his bike up, in Cecilia's opinion. Couldn't be more than twenty. Maybe he was just trying to impress the girls.
     
    “Come on, I already told you—” Cecilia tugged Ray’s hand again, but was silenced by a sharp squeeze of her fingers.
     
    “No, something's not right,” Ray cautioned, pulling Cecilia closer. “He shouldn't be here.”
     
    “It's just a kid.” She wrapped her free hand around Ray's arm. “Kids like bikes too. You did, remember?”
     
    “Kids don't wear that insignia on their clothes.” Ray nodded toward the splash of color across the left-side chest of the kid's leather jacket. A skull and crossbones—seriously, were there any other designs rather than clichés—back lit by orange flames. There was a scrawl under the logo, but she couldn't read it from afar.
     
    “Does it mean something?”
     
    “Devil's Raiders.” Ray spat the words like acid. “What the hell is he doing here?”
     
    “Wait, so that kid's in a gang or whatever?” Cecilia asked, lips pursed. He looked more like he was late to P.E., in all honesty. Give him a lunchbox and he was the prodigal 'bad seed'. Not that she could judge, she was banging a former bad boy. “Doesn't look like much. It's probably nothing.”
     
    “They're based in Reno. They've been picking up the trades we've cut ourselves out of—would have been a bigger problem to break deals if they hadn't picked up the slack,” Ray explained quietly as the kid strode languidly forward, heading toward them.
     
    “I don't understand; if they helped you what's the problem?”
     
    “The problem is the Knights used to be the head club out there. When little clubs expand and take over old territory they rarely do it out of mutual agreement. They're dangerous. We only did runs once or twice a month. These lunatics pull off drug runs at least three times a week.” The expression on Ray's face was dark, frown creasing his features and brows furrowed. “What happens when little boys get big-boy guns? They get greedy. And reckless.”
     
    When the kid nearly reached them, Ray tried to push Cecilia behind him. As if she were so easily brushed off.
     
    “What do you want?” Ray demanded. No time wasted in greetings apparently. Ray stepped forward, arms tensed at his sides. Cecilia's tiny white hand was tucked between big fingers and she moved with him, not at all wary of the kid.
     
    The kid in question looked even younger than he had from afar. Shaved head, big brown eyes, and a lanky figure with lots of angles and awkward, puberty-addled limbs. Like a big puppy, who hadn't yet grown into his paws yet.
     
    But the cocky expression on his face was exactly that of a kid. Only teenage boys think they're the shit, though some adults never quite grow out of that 'invulnerable' stage.
     
    “Just bringing a message.” The kid leaned onto his heels, hands hooked at his hips. How could he look so nonchalant with a behemoth of a man glaring him down? Brave boy. Or stupid.
     
    Ray didn't react to the ambiguous announcement. He just glowered, eyebrows drawn tight and eyes hard enough to crack diamonds. A muscle flickered in his jaw, the one that always twitched when Ray was about to get really pissed off. He had a lot of tells.
     
    The boy didn't look cowed, but a bit of his arrogance dribbled away under the intensity of Ray's glare. Eventually he cursed and shifted from one foot to the other.
     
    “Don't you wanna know what I gotta tell you?” The kid prompted, his toothy smile out of place given the weight of the