I reached the building and parked my bike in the parking lot. It was dark, and I wouldn’t have let her take the bus back to our apartment. I was still worried about her life being under threat.
Now that Fred’s killer was dead, the Hell’s Drifters had no reason to come after Jordan…no logical reason at least, but they were mad fuckers and could be looking for revenge on me because I’d killed one of their guys. But I knew they were a big Club and didn’t have the same sense of loyalty towards their members, as we had towards ours.
Either way, I was protective of Jordan, in the same way that I knew Fred had been all his life. Sometimes, in the past three months that we had been together, I felt that maybe I had invited Jordan into the very life that Fred didn’t want her to have. But I couldn’t do anything about it now, I didn’t have the same guts to stay away from Jordan; the way Fred had stayed away from Sarah. Now that I had found this woman who I couldn’t live without, I wasn’t willing to give her up.
I waited in the parking lot for a few minutes, before I saw her walking towards me. Her swinging hips and her voluptuous breasts were silhouetted by the street lights as she approached me, and I couldn’t believe that this beautiful intelligent woman was choosing to be with me.
I pulled her into my arms the moment she was within reach. I’d spent the entire day away from her and now I couldn’t wait to touch her again.
“How was class?” I asked, after we’d kissed and had our bodies pressed hotly together. Every time I touched Jordan, I felt like I was on fire. How long was it going to take before having her in my life was going to start feeling normal? Nothing about her was ordinary, and the feelings I had for her weren’t ordinary either. No other woman had ever done this to me before.
“It was good. I’m all done now,” she said, beaming and tucking some stray strands of her electric raven hair behind her ears. She seemed excited to be done with college and I kissed her again. It was so fucking hard to resist her. Within seconds, I could feel my cock moving in my pants. I wanted her. Eight hours was too long to be apart from her.
I led her by the hand to my bike, but Jordan stopped still in her tracks abruptly and I turned to look at her.
“Everything okay?” I asked and suddenly I noticed that she was looking nervous. She began by nodding her head and then she was shaking it.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” I growled. I was immediately on red alert. My eyes were darting around the parking lot.
“Rodeo! Nothing happened. I’m fine,” she said loudly, grabbing my attention back towards her again. I stared at her with my brows crinkled. She tucked some more of her hair behind her ears and then licked her lips.
“I didn’t want to tell you sooner…because I was hoping it was a false alarm. I’m afraid of your reaction to this,” she said, in a weak voice, even though she was forcing herself to look straight at me.
When I looked into her eyes, I knew exactly what was going on. I pulled her into my arms and wrapped her tightly against my body. With one hand I stroked her head gently as she pressed her cheek to my chest. She was warm and soft and beautiful and I knew that I could hold her forever. I would protect her forever, and the baby she was carrying. I was going to be a father, and I couldn’t believe that she was afraid of telling me.
It was because of Fred.
I pulled Jordan away from me so that I could look into her eyes.
“Beautiful, I’m not going to leave you. I’m not going to do that to us,” I said. Jordan’s eyes were pinched and red, and she tried to hold back the tears as she nodded her head.
“It’s just that Fred…my father…” she began to say and I hushed her up by kissing her deeply again.
“I am not Fred, and I’m not in this by myself. Fred didn’t have an MC watching his back, he owed them money and he was by himself. The circumstances are different for us…and besides, I love you, Jordan. I can’t live without you,” I said, forcing my voice to not go shaky. She was going to be the mother of my child. Jordan Avery. The most beautiful woman on Earth was carrying a part of me inside her.
She smiled and then bit down on her lip as she looked at me.
“I love you, Rodeo. I can’t imagine living my life without you,” she whispered and she jumped on me, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me wildly.
She had no idea. She had no fucking idea how hard I was going to work all my life to keep her and our kid happy. Fred’s grandchild. I felt honored.
I kissed Jordan back, pressing her to myself, grabbing her ass in my hands so I could push her deeper to me. She was breathless by the time I was done with her.
“Let’s go home, Jordan. There are things I want to do to you,” I growled in her ear and she was smiling.
THE END
Turn the page for a sneak peak at the next book in the series, Abe which releases on June 20th!
Just like Abe Lincoln, I got shot.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
If we’re going to stay safe, we need to grow the MC.
And I’ve found a good guy to join up.
Except his sister hates me.
Too bad, because she’s a beauty.
Those curves, and long legs.
I’ll convince her to be mine.
And let her brother join the MC.
I’m honest, after all.
Chapter 1
Abe
Lila and Jordan had taken care of my gunshot wound, and after I left Jordan’s apartment, I took off the sling she had tied my arm in. I straightened my fingers, feeling my knuckles crack and my muscles ache. The only way to heal a wound like this was by pushing through the pain.
The girls had insisted that I keep the sling on; something about not putting too much pressure on the wound in my shoulder. But I didn’t want to turn up at Vanity’s apartment in bandages.
It was the middle of the night, and I waved goodbye to Lila and Girth who got on his bike and rode away. When I moved my arms to get a grip on the accelerator, I felt a current of pain shoot up and down my spine. I pushed through it, clutching the gear tightly with my gloved hands. Getting shot was collateral damage in the life I had chosen for myself. My body would heal on its own, I didn’t need to keep an arm in a sling along the way.
I rode towards Vanity’s apartment. I wasn’t sure if she would be back from her shift at the strip club yet. It wasn’t that kinda relationship. It wasn’t like we texted each other all day and updated each other on our whereabouts.
I’d been fucking her for almost three months now, ever since her first night at the strip club when I paid her triple the amount she was supposed to charge for a private dance. She was a voluptuous blond with a tiny waist and she screamed loudly when I fucked her doggy-style.
I didn’t know how many other guys she was fucking, and I didn’t want to know. I didn’t ask her any questions, just like she asked me none either. It was a relationship of mutual understanding, it worked for me and I had every intention of keeping it that way.
After fights and being in the middle of a shootout like the one we were in, to extract vengeance for Fred’s death—I was in the mood for a good fuck. I could have gone back to the strip club or picked up one of the groupies who hung around our bar, T-Bone; but Vanity was quickly turning into a habit. I knew I could fall asleep at her apartment and in the morning, she wouldn’t expect me to have breakfast with her.
It was a good fight. The bald fucker who had shot and killed Fred was now dead, our MC had got its revenge and the rest of my brothers were celebrating. I, on the other hand, had an itch in the pit of my stomach for more. How much longer were we going to remain the underdogs?
We were a small MC; our main business had been counterfeit alcohol and stolen goods. We had always stayed out of the territory of other bigger MCs like The Dark Legion and The Hell’s Drifters…we didn’t get ourselves involved in drugs and the weapons trade because we didn’t have the manpower to handle the rain of fire that we’d receive from the other MCs.
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br /> But I was itching for more. This shootout had given me a taste for victory, it got my adrenaline pumping and I wanted that brain-numbing feeling of taking a risk. Of not knowing if I’d get out of a fight dead or alive. Our MC needed to push our imaginary boundaries.
I parked my bike outside Vanity’s apartment building and I took the steps two-at a time up. I had been ignoring the throbbing wound in my shoulder, so that now, the ache had become a part of me, another one of my old habits.
I rapped on her door loudly, hoping that she was back. I could already feel my cock moving in my jeans. It needed to be inside a warm tight pussy right now.
Vanity opened the door a few seconds later. It seemed like she hadn’t changed out of her work clothes yet. She was in her usual fishnet stockings and the red leather skirt and the matching bikini top she usually wore at the club, before she started stripping them off.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in a snappy voice, just cracking the door open an inch. I placed my hand on the door and pushed it open.
“What the fuck do you think?” I growled and stepped into her dimly lit apartment. She stumbled away from the door and looked nervously over her shoulder. I followed her gaze to the small living room at the end of the corridor and I knew instantly what was going on. She’d brought a customer back to her place.
“I didn’t know you were coming,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her juicy breasts. I clenched my jaws, narrowing my eyes at her. Her makeup was caked thick on her face, her eyelashes were dark and unnaturally long.
I strode into the living room, to find a guy in a shirt and tie, sitting on her dusty old couch.
“Get out,” I growled at him and he jumped off the couch. He looked like a banker or a salesperson or something like that; someone who sat at a computer all day and somehow made loads of money without risking his life once.
“Abe, what the actual fuck? You can’t just come in here like this!” Vanity had followed me into the living room while I strode over to the guy. He splayed his hands over his face in defense, thinking that I was going to punch him. I wasn’t, he wasn’t even putting up a fight. What good was that going to do?
“Get the fuck out!” I growled at him again, our faces just inches away.
“Okay, yeah, I’m gone,” he mumbled and picking up his jacket from the couch, he scurried out of the living room and Vanity chased after him.
I clenched my fists as I stood in the room. I could hear her high-pitched voice as she followed him to the door.
“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t expecting him to come over. I’m so sorry. Will I see you again?”
The guy wasn’t replying to her, clearly he was scared shitless.
I heard the door open and close and then the clicking sound of Vanity’s heels as she walked back down the corridor.
“Why would you do that?” she hissed, placing her hands on her hips.
“I thought you didn’t bring clients back to your place. Isn’t that what you told me?” I asked, running a hand through my closely cropped hair. Vanity rolled her eyes.
“You know what he does? Some stock market shit, makes like ten-thousand dollars a day. If he wants to come back to my place, I’m going to bring him back. What do you care anyway?” she asked and walked over to the couch and started fluffing up the pillows.
I followed her every movement with my eyes. Her ass always looked so good in that tight leather skirt, her legs were long and bulky. My cock was still moving in my jeans but now, suddenly, my interest was fading. I hadn’t realized how tired I actually was.
“I don’t care but I don’t want to come in here and see you with another bastard, just minutes before I’m going to fuck you,” I said through clenched teeth and she bit down on her bottom lip and stepped towards me.
“Why, Abe? Are you in love with me or something?” she asked, in a sugary sweet voice and she stretched her hands out to my cock. I felt her palm cup my throbbing cock and I breathed in sharply. Then, I yanked myself away from her.
“You’ve fucking lost your mind,” I growled and I started walking out of the living room.
“Are you serious? You’re going to leave now? After you threw out that guy?” Vanity was following me, shrieking at the top of her voice. I kept walking. Her voice was becoming increasingly annoying in my ears.
“You are such a dick, Abe! Why did you come here if you were going to leave without fucking me? You’ve been fucking me for months now, and you’re too pussy to admit that we could actually become a thing. Like girlfriend and boyfriend,” Vanity continued screaming, and I opened the door.
“Just shut the fuck up,” I growled, before I stepped out of the door. I heard a glass crash against the door, which she had aimed at my head but missed by like a second.
With my jaws clenched, I went down the stairs to my bike again. She had completely ruined my erection, with all this talk about love and being in a relationship. I thought the reason it was working with her was because she never brought this shit up.
I got on my bike and rode towards my own house. I’d just have to jerk off instead tonight. I wasn’t in the mood to go looking for some other woman to fuck either. It was a better idea to be alone tonight.
Want more? Abe comes out on June 20th!
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More Books by Savannah Rylan
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Baby and the Biker
Bought by the Biker
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Talon (The Road Rebels MC #2)
Snake (The Road Rebels MC #3)
Fox (The Road Rebels MC #4)
The Road Rebels MC Box Set
Gunner (The Bad Disciples MC #1)
Hunter (The Bad Disciples MC #2)
Tank (The Bad Disciples MC #3)
Glock (The Bad Disciples MC #4)
The Bad Disciples MC Box Set
Fallen Idols MC
Warrant (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #1)
Bulletproof (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #2)
Dice (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #3)
Beast (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #4)
Bending All The Rules
Breaking All The Rules
Banishing All The Rules
Shattering All The Rules
The A List Complete Series
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Savannah Rylan is an erotic romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not penning the next great American novel, (HA), you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.
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