4 Horsemen Novella! Kayla's Ride (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) by Ava Bonde Read Free Book Online Page B

someone’s listening.”
    “The police?”
    “I don’t know, all I know is we’re going to have to be careful from here on out Kayla.”
    “What do we do?”
    Mark lifted his head from his chest, letting out a deep sigh.
    “We ride.”
    “And if the worst happens?”
    “You don’t live as long as I have in a world like this without a backup plan. We walk away, we start a new life. I have money hidden away. Shit hits the fan, you come with me.”
    “Okay…”
    Mark grinned, his white teeth flashing wildly. The beast was awake inside him, alive, and ready to lash out at the evils of the world. I held my belly lightly, shielding it uselessly from his piercing eyes. For a moment, I imagined us getting through this together. We could go somewhere safe. We could raise a family. There was no way to explain how I knew Famine’s child was growing inside me, but I could practically see the cells dividing. Hope welled inside me. Mark was strong, and I….
    I will help him.
    Famine was off in a flash, pulling a picture off the wall and opening a hidden safe. It didn’t take long for him to stuff a small bag full of money from the opening. I sat quietly, watching him move, admiring his strength and purpose.
    “Master bedroom, walk in closet, there’s some clothes for you. Cover up with the leathers so you’ll be clean when we get there.”
    My legs moved beneath me swiftly. I didn’t think, didn’t question, at least until I was standing in the closet staring at the neatly racked outfits, sealed in dry cleaning bags and stored away.
    A Woman’s clothing…
    I didn’t stop long enough to wonder who she was, there was no time. I pulled clothing off the racks, looking them over quickly.
    They are in my size…
    This whole house was a time capsule, untouched for years. The closet was no different. The clothing was incredibly well made and very attractive, if a bit vintage. Plastic dry cleaning bags had preserved everything well, a fresh scent coming off as I tore them open. I pulled a blouse from its tomb, admiring the way it flowed. Looking down at the ruined shirt I was still wearing, it wasn’t a hard choice to put it on. I slipped out of the torn buttonup, exposing my skin to the cold air, sliding the cloth over me and letting it fall, the hem falling to my waist.
    “Wow…” I whispered, looking at myself in the mirror. The shirt fit perfectly, the way clothes rarely did. When you’re a girl clothing shopping is a minefield of frustration. Something fits your tummy or hips but is too small for your breasts, or it covers your top and makes you look like a hippo. Every girl with a few extra curves knows what it feels like to find that piece of clothing that works. The one that accentuates everything good, the outfit that turns heads anywhere you go. The blouse curved seductively over my breasts, dipping low and demonstrating cleavage while being just tight enough to provide support. A pair of long black jeans came out next. They lay flat over my tummy before flaring out for my hips, and pulling tighter around my calves. The outfit screamed summertime, and it dripped with sexy. I didn’t know who had collected this wardrobe, but she had good taste.
    “Wow…”
    I spun quickly, the blouse flowing around me in slow motion. Famine was standing just inside the door, admiring my body. The hunger in his eyes melted my brain, the pressure of the day dissipating in a cloud of arousal.
    “Who was she?” I asked, waving to the line of clothing.
    “My wife…”
    He didn’t have to explain. The look on his face said everything.
    “How did she…”
    “A car accident in 1997. There was nothing I could do… I haven’t been back since.”
    I could see the pain and anguish of the memory. I did the only thing that seemed right. I crossed the threshold and wrapped my arms around him, draping my body against his strong chest. He held me there, almost too hard to breathe.
    My heartbeat pounded inside, the little aches and