by Debra Kayn
Hell, naked women were in every city, in every bar, and anywhere he parked his Harley. Hangers, the women who hung around motorcycle clubs to ease frustrated bikers, were a part of his life since he was sixteen years old, and began visiting the cabin behind Cactus Cove when the other members were having a meeting.
The crowd pressed forward. Kurt planted his boots, kept his position, and forced the men to stay back. Though the woman was a stranger to him, she was on Bantorus property.
However, Risa wasn't his property. He studied her closer, taking in the shallow gaze and fake smile. She distanced herself from the crowd, and for whatever reason she chose to parade in the street doing a striptease act, she wasn't doing it for enjoyment.
While most of the women he knew enjoyed sex and shared freely, none of them came across as a confident woman in a desperate act. He couldn't figure out if Risa personally appreciated the exhibitionist act or she hated every minute. For that reason alone, he wanted to protect her and put a stop to the show.
Risa gracefully slid down into the tub. He inhaled as she sucked in her stomach and her breasts rose in reaction to the hot water. Letting out his breath, he forced himself to calm down. Covered by water and the sides of the tub, she'd diluted the crowd's view of her sexy body.
For how much he enjoyed looking at her, and in private, he'd want to do a hell of a lot more with her, the men in the crowd hadn't earned the privilege of seeing her naked.
Either had he.
Sheriff Colby walked toward the center of the street and stood beside the bathtub and Risa. "You know the rules, gentleman. Everyone gets one time with Risa, and then you need to head inside to give the next man a chance with her."
A big man on Kurt's left stepped forward. Kurt tensed, but the man only stood beside the tub, spoke a few words to Risa, and received a genuine smile that lit up Risa's face, before lumbering away and into the building.
Before he could figure out what was going on, another man repeated the same steps, received a different smile from Risa—this one came with a soft laugh and a lowering of Risa's gaze— and he too walked into the building. One after another, the men moved forward taking their turn.
The crowd grew thinner. Kurt stepped over to Ink. For how many attended the bizarre erotic show, the men remained quiet and not one of them touched Risa.
"Weirdest thing I've ever seen," Ink muttered. "Our first night in Federal, and we get a fantastic looking chick taking a bath in the middle of the God damn street."
"It's fucked," Stripper said who earned his name from his obsession with naked women. "Looks like a bunch of religious people paying homage to a female God. Where's the women who want to get on their knees in front of me and throw out a few genuine 'oh, Gods' while their mouth is full?"
The last man from the crowd slipped inside his building. Kurt ignored the remarks coming from Bantorus members, and focused on the woman. If he hadn't been paying attention, he would've missed the carefully hidden vulnerability in her act.
She'd waited until the last man left her before she inhaled deeply while catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
Risa accepted Sheriff Colby's offered hand and rose out of the water. Limber and graceful, she stood barefooted on the asphalt while the sheriff turned his back. Intrigued, Kurt stepped away from his men and watched her. Whatever Risa and Sheriff Colby had going on, he'd bet his motorcycle the sheriff wasn't getting a piece of ass.
Risa picked up her robe, glanced over at Kurt, and taking her sweet time, slipped her arms into the sleeves. Challenged by her bravery, he walked toward her, only stopping when he was within touching distance.
"If the shows over, how about you go inside and have everyone leave my building," Kurt said. "Make sure you grab your clothes, too."
"Excuse me?" She tilted her head, took him in from head to foot before raising her gaze back to his face. "Colby, do you know what this gentle...man is talking about?"
The sheriff cleared his throat and turned around. "Risa, hon—"
"Leo told me he'd have the place cleaned out and the previous renter would be gone by the time we got here," Kurt said, not giving the sheriff time to butt in to their discussion.
"Leo?" she said, shaking her hair, the wet ends sticking to her shoulders.
He looked her in the eye. "Gone."
She held up her hand. "Wait a minute. Who are you? Why would Leo tell you I was leaving? He signed a contract. I've been here for six years. My lease is good for another year before we renegotiate."
"I'll pay you the lease money back, but we need the building tonight," he said. "I'm sure you can find a room at the motel."
"For what?" She moved to go around him, but he blocked her path. "Excuse me, Mr...."
He lifted his left brow. "Name's Kurt Ramchett. I'm the president of Bantorus Motorcycle Club, Federal Charter and the owner of the Sterling Building."
"Mr. Ramchett, I think you should—"
"Just Kurt." He widened his stance. "I bought the Sterling Building seven years ago. You've been paying your rent to me, through Leo, and I know exactly what your contract says. Now I'm here, and you're supposed to be out. When I talked to Leo last week, he informed me the place would be vacant and clean. Now, I have a group of men standing out on the sidewalk, it's been a long fucking ride across two states, and there's a building full of men that we have no desire to have around. So the sooner you leave, the faster we can get in there, clear the area, and crash."
Risa tightened her robe and glanced between the sheriff and Kurt. She hid her emotions well, but Kurt saw the hesitation to argue. Legally, he owned the building and that trumped any wishes from a renter.
"Colby, could you have your men take care of dumping the water out of the tub?" Without waiting for an answer, she faced Kurt again. "I'm going to go inside, change my clothes, and only then will I talk with you."
She walked toward the building as if the tender skin on the bottom of her feet couldn't feel the rocks poking into her heel and the material of her robe wasn't clinging to a wet, round ass, perfect for a man's hands.
The door closed, and Kurt turned to Sheriff Colby who stuck his hand in the water, shook his head on a chuckle, and ordered two deputies to drain the tub. Kurt glanced at the water and a flash of light reflected back at him.
"Hold on," he said, leaning over the rim.
He cupped his hand, scraped the bottom of the tub, and brought the contents above the surface. He stared down at a palm full of shiny flakes of— he rubbed the pieces between his thumb and finger—silver? He looked back into the water. The same material covered every inch of the bottom of the tub.
"What the hell?" He raised his gaze to the door of the Sterling Building, confused at what took place right in front of him. Who was Risa, and why did every man in Federal, with a population of only eight hundred people, drop silver into the tub?
Author Bio
Top Selling Romance Author, Debra Kayn, lives with her family at the foot of the Bitterroot Mountains in beautiful Idaho. She enjoys riding motorcycles, playing tennis, fishing, and driving the men crazy in the garage.
Her love of family ties and laughter makes her a natural to write heartwarming contemporary stories to the delight of her readers. Oh, let's cut to the chase. She loves to write about REAL MEN and the WOMEN who love them.
When Debra was nineteen years old, a man kissed her without introducing himself. When they finally came up for air, the first words out of his mouth were...will you have my babies? Considering Debra's weakness for a sexy, badass man, who is strong enough to survive her attitude, she said yes. A quick wedding at the House of Amour and four babies later, she's living her own romance book.
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