BILLIONAIRE BIKERS: 3 MC Romance Books by Kristina Blake Read Free Book Online Page A

redheaded tease I met at a bar who thinks she's clever because she pays attention to the news."
                  Ana doesn't rise to my bait, not this time. She knows she has me in a corner, and she's milking my alarm and discomfort at being found out for all it's worth. She pushes her scarlet hair back from her face and beams up at me as if there is nothing at all left to be found threatening in her circumstances. If anything, the secret of my identity should make her more intimidated, not less. Then again, I remember how she first spoke to me back at the bar: cordial, yet comfortable. I realize there was probably never any hope of her truly being afraid of me.
                  "I don't expect you to change course for me. I never had a destination in mind," she points out. "This is perfect, actually. I'll join you on your mission! You'll just have to remind me what that is again."
                  "Out of the question," I intone. I turn to throw my leg over the bike, not pausing to assist or even watch over her as she scrambles up clumsily behind me. If she hadn't been so quick on the draw, I might have torn out of this parking lot and left her in a suffocating plume of exhaust as my last parting gift. I grit my teeth as she wraps her arms securely around my midriff; she is more familiar with the arrangement this time, and my body betrays me by thrilling at the invasion of her touch. Just like yesterday, I feel the heat start to pool in my belly. She may have transformed into a manipulative monster by morning's light, but that doesn't I mean I want her any less. If anything, the conquest that sex with this woman would give me seems all the more appealing now that we are enemies.
                  Evidently Ana hasn't gotten the memo. She pushes the helmet down over her head and draws herself up against me, almost hugging me rather than holding on out of necessity. She is really playing up this whole innocent angle, but she's obviously overdoing it. I clench my jaw and crank the accelerator, and we burn out of the parking lot together.
                  It's just my luck that she wants to keep talking. Once I pull out onto the main highway, I find that the speed limit is an inexplicable forty; traffic isn't heavy, but it's enough that I feel compelled to abide by the law, at least for now. As much as I'm quietly smoldering with anger at my situation, I'm not the type to purposefully endanger a passenger just because I want her to bail off the back out of fear.
                  "So you're Flynn Carter," she muses close to my ear. "I like the name change, personally. Flint suits you better. This whole bad boy biker image is doing great things for you, actually." She attempts to disengage one hand and indicate my appearance, but I snatch it before she can complete the gesture and slam it back down against my stomach.
                  "It's not an image," I snarl. "It's who I am now. There's nothing purposeful or manufactured about what I've become."
                  "Don't you mean 'who'?" Ana sounds puzzles by my terminology, but I don't respond. "Why did you disappear, anyway? Did you just get tired of it all?"
                  "Let's just say that I was forcefully retired."
                  I hear her suck in a breath to speak; I make her swallow it as I weave into the passing lane unexpectedly and start to speed up.
                  Her arms constrict around my abdomen to let me know she doesn't like being cut off just as much as the driver who lays on the horn behind us.
    "What does that even mean, to be forcefully retired?" she demands, raising her voice to be heard over the noise of the road. "Did your shareholders push you out or something?"
    "You have no idea what you're talking about," I respond as we weave in and out of cars. My road acrobatics aren't as effective at distracting her the second time