by Vikki Sweet
“You showed up with five knuckle draggers because clearly you’re too scared to take me on alone.”
The bigger one steps up and the others close in too. “You think I can’t take you, little girl?”
“Clearly you’re too scared to take me on without your little boyfriends.”
“Chloe,” I hiss into her ear. “You’re going to get us killed.”
The sound of another motorcycle provides just enough distraction to break the tension.
The newcomer pulls to a stop and climbs off his bike. He’s big. Taller than even Big D and Dwayne, and when he pulls off his helmet a shock of thick black hair practically explodes from his head.
“Hey there, brothers,” the new guy growls. “Looks like you’re talking to my friends.”
The effect is immediate. All five bikers back off, the enforcer even puts his hands up.
“Hey there, Monster,” he says. “We’re just having a friendly chat. This doesn’t concern you.”
He walks up to our side, his piercing eyes never leaving the face of the enforcer. Then he smiles with way too many teeth.
“You’re on my turf, boy,” Monster says.
The enforcer licks his lips, clearly nervous. “The Dresden Dogs are long gone. There’s just you now, old man.”
Just then we’re lit up by four sets of headlights and I let out a breath of relief as we’re joined by Joe, Dwayne, Big D, and the Sarge.
“I thought I told you clowns already,” Sarge says, stepping up next to us, offering a nod to Monster before turning back to the gang. “This town is claimed and protected. If your pres wants to talk new terms he can call me, till then, get the fuck off our turf.”
“This isn’t over,” the enforcer spits. Indicating for his boys to back up.
“Hey, no!” Greasy yells. “My father gave instructions that you were supposed to teach them a lesson.”
Chloe lunges at him and he jumps back with a yelp that makes both sides snicker.
“For fuck’s sake,” The enforcer says. “Get on your bike, Mike, we’re leaving.”
Once the bikes are almost out of sight, I spin my Chloe around and cup her face, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, her mouth again.
“Bloody hell, babe. I thought that was it for us.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she says with a laugh that boarders on hysterical. “I’d never let anyone hurt my property.”
“As charming as this is,” Sarge interrupts our moment. “Does someone what to tell me exactly what that was about?”
Chloe
We follow the other Rock Hard Security guys back to their offices and while Joe orders pizza, we fill them in on exactly why a gang of bikers had been trying to kill us.
I let Bear do most of the talking, mostly because when he’s telling them how crazy I am, he gets this look in his eyes that makes my heart pitter-patter in my chest. He’s looking at me with a combination of admiration and wonder, like he isn’t sure if I’m even real. I know how he feels, because it’s mirrored in my own expression.
After the debriefing, Bear drives me back to my apartment and I practically drag him up to my room. No way are we not doing the weird stuff tonight.
This time I let him keep the light on and as he undresses me, I tremble as he kisses every scar. All the while whispering words of love and admiration.
We make love slowly with me straddling him, riding him as he cups my breasts and stares up at me with wide, desire filled eyes.
“I love you, Teddybear,” I rasp as I lay panting in his arms, his hands stroking my back.
“I love you too, Ethel.”
I’m still glaring at him, as he flips us and slides his already rock hard erection back inside my eager pussy.
“Fuck, Chloe,” he grunts in my ear. “I love you. My crazy wildcat.”
“I almost got you killed tonight,” I say, mewing as he starts rocking his hips.
“Totally worth it,” he replies.
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Don’t miss the other books in the Rock Hard Security series:
Rich Salty Butter - Dwayne & Georgia
Protect What’s Mine - Joe & Kelly
Dirty Mouth - Bear & Chloe
Everyone Loves Big D - Daryl & Faith (coming soon)
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