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

had no idea. The bikers were spectacular. 
    A ticklish curl tightened in her core as she recalled the handsome biker that she had spent the night with. Every part of her remembered what it was like for him to hold her. And how he kissed her. She let him kiss every part of her. Just as she had no idea about bikers before, Penny had no idea about kissing before. Or sex. Fortunately, Danny had enough ideas for the both of them and he generously shared them with her.
    She replayed in her mind the stills of his beautiful sun-burnished face as she had picked him out of the brawling mass. She remembered him, in the shadows, above her. Inside of her. Rocking her through the night.
    Immediately, the waitresses began brewing fresh coffee and arranging tables in a line so that lots of people could sit together. The shift in their attitude was palpable. It was as though the waitresses were zombies before and the bikers were the salt that brought them back to life. At the sight of the bikers, they became vibrant and pleasant. They slyly smoothed their hair and checked themselves in anything that would serve as a mirror.
    Even Penny found herself running her fingers over her tightly twisted up hair to make sure no loose strands were straying. She cut her eyes to the table as the men bustled through the doors of the cafe. She tried to avoid it, but even looking away she could feel, literally feel, the eyes of Danny White Feather as he laid eyes on her. Without looking, she knew his lips were slightly curling up at the ends in a devilish little smile.
    “Hey Danny,” Penny could hear the waitress say to someone.
    “Hey Cady,” he replied, his voice rich and deep and laced with a smile.
    Penny was wet. She was pretty sure she whimpered. She wanted him again. She wanted him to want her as badly.
    He continued to the waitress, “Thanks for always welcoming the boys and me. Fixing our table the way you do. But if it’s all the same to you.” Penny nearly fainted when she lifted her eyes just some to see the breathtaking sight of Danny’s denim-covered lower torso nudging up against the other side of her table. “I’ll just sit right here,” he said.
    He dropped into a chair and sat across from Penny. Penny knew her face was red. She knew it was shaken and nervous looking. Her chest tightened and her breathing rose, threatening to interfere with her ability to hear.
    “Hello there,” he said gently. “Mind if I join you? You weren’t expecting anyone, were you?”
    Penny shook her head no, a little too fast. She was pretty sure the blood was draining from her brain completely and that she was going to faint. But no, she didn’t mind if he joined her.
    “Well good. That works out for me,” he said, his voice like honey. “And how are we this morning?”
    He held his hand out for her to take. As soon as her fingers touched his, he captured them, holding them so that she was forced to feel him. Feel the essence of him flow from him to her. She could sense her own softness in his rough, powerful touch.
    “I’m tired,” she replied in a rasp. “But in a good way.”
    “Yes ma’am,” he said, and made her think of the time he said that when he was inside of her.
    For her, Danny Light Feather was the embodiment of erotica and everything about him turned her on. It was just that Penny had not had the pleasure before of being turned on by someone in the flesh. That kind of thing was relegated to characters in books and movies and sometimes, TV shows.
    “So why don’t you tell me, in as much detail, how Brill Wayland,” he said, “lured you out here with his lies. Then exactly what they told you when you arrived and found out he was gone.”
    He was so direct. Broaching the subject that he had so sweetly put out of her mind for a night. So that she could sleep so soundly afterwards. Hearing him reiterate what had happened to her, in a short and sweet statement, made it unavoidable.  Which was what she was trying to do. Not