The Erotic Motorcycle Club Collection (3 Hot Biker Stories)
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“Thank you Dex. It is perfect.” I raised my face and planted a kiss on his soft, warm lips.
“I love you, Sarah,” he replied. “And now you are one of us. You are family and every single Night Rider is here to protect you and kick the ass of anyone who messes with you.” I glanced at myself in the mirror again, admiring my reflection.
“I'm pretty no one will mess with me if I'm wearing this jacket,” I said, striking my best badass pose. I looked so different from the girl I used to be. My new leather jacket, my wild, wavy hair that fell in long waves down my back, and my smudged, imperfect makeup painted the picture of a woman who was tough and knew what she wanted. I was no longer the timid girl from a small town in Nebraska who was afraid to live her life. I was Sarah, a member of the Night Riders, Dex's old lady, and a kick-ass adventurer.
“We gotta hit the road soon,” Dex said, glancing at the clock. “Jason got a tip on where the Vipers might be hiding out and we gotta act on it before the trail goes cold.” I nodded seriously and started throwing the rest of my belongings in the bag. Dex had sworn to track down the Vipers and make them pay for what they had done to me. After that, he and the Night Riders were going to go straight. There was plenty of danger and adventure to be had, but I knew Dex never wanted to put me in that position again. He wanted to build a life with me and that was all I needed. I gave him one more long kiss before we shut the motel door behind us and headed out onto the road again.