The Biker’s Property (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Series Book 1) Read Free Page A

cried out.
    He lifted his body as it stiffened with pleasure, barely able to move, but moving to the last to squeeze out that final wonderful spasm before crumbling on the bed beside her.
    He was motionless momentarily. Blindly, he reached for her hair, and stroked it away from her face. Then he ran his fingers through it as long as his arm would stretch. He sat up to look at it. It had come out of the tight little twist.
    “Shit,” he remarked. Her hair fell to her waist. “I could get lost in this.”
    He propped his head on his hand and traced a fingertip all over her.
    “So Pretty Penny,” he began.
    Penny blushed fiercely. She just had major sex with this handsome man and she didn’t even know him.
    “Where did you come from? And how did you end up at Average Joe’s tonight?” he asked.
    Bringing up the subject changed her feelings to the extreme. Her gut tightened with anxiety. She took a deep breath.
    “I had a job,” she answered, emotion drenching her voice. “Had.”
    “It disappeared?” he asked. “Was it an oil job?”
    “Sort of. Folks who made it rich on oil. I was supposed to be the nanny for a wealthy family here. My dad just died –” she choked. He gripped her shoulder.
    She continued, “I answered the ad. We interviewed over video chat, the people and I. Then we arranged to meet in person while they were on their vacation to Washington, DC. I just drove up.”
    “Is that where you’re from?” he interrupted.
    “No, I am from Ruckersville, Virginia,” she replied.
    “Shit,” he winked. “No wonder you wanted to change towns.”
    “So I quit my other job. I leased out my house. It was my family’s home. I didn’t have any family -- ” She welled up with emotion.
    Danny touched her gently. Penny breathed through it.
    “So, I got here yesterday afternoon as planned and they were gone. I went over to the offices where Mr. Wayland --”
    Danny tensed. “Brill Wayland, by any chance?”
    “Yes.” Her face brightened. “Wayland Energy Corp. Do you know where he is?”
    “If he’s left town, I am sure I can find him. I’ll just follow the trail of bullshit --” he said, cussing uncharacteristically.
    Penny’s face wrenched with emotion. Danny looked at her earnestly.
    “I can help you. Are you going back home or what are your plans?” he asked.
    “Well, I guess I can go back home but my house is not mine at the moment. Not for another year. I can stay for a while. I do have savings but I had hoped I wasn’t going to have to dip into them,” she said. “I just want to look him in the eye.”
    “I can arrange that,” said Danny. “Hey, what’s that?” he asked randomly and pointed, causing her to look away from him.
    “What?” she asked.
    Danny planted his lips on the base of her neck, sending erotic wires to her core. They made love again and again.
    He left before dawn.
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Penny’s room at the Parshall Motor Lodge was next to the Wrangler Cafe. Despite her intense physical night and very little sleep, she rose early and walked over. She was eating breakfast when a line of bikes, like really big ants, filed down the main road and pulled into the parking lot. She spied as the men gallantly dismounted their rides, shelled their heads of their helmets to reveal incredible hair and sauntered into the cafe. Each in their own way, making a grand entrance.
    They just couldn’t help but be grand, thought Penny. It was ingrained. Every last biker was utterly cool. Penny had a new standard.
    She didn’t really have an old standard when it came to men because she didn’t have much experience.
    But with these charismatic men she was totally mesmerized. Of course they had bikes in Ruckersville, Virginia where she was originally from. She knew what a motorcycle was; who didn’t? But never had she seen anything so closely resembling knights in real life before. The Civil War re-enactments back home came close. But these guys were the real deal. She just