Blood (Dark Riders Motorcycle Club) by Elsa Day Read Free Book Online

I was surprised by the tears. They poured down my face before I even knew what I was feeling. My body knew.
    I had to tell him. He had to know my answer.
    So I ran. I didn't feel like running, but I ran. Every step seemed to take a million moments. He was so close, but it took me so long just to get to him.
    Maybe because when you know what you want, not having it for even a second seems like an eternity.
    I fell against Asher's chest. He wrapped his arm around me, stopping me from falling. For a moment, I just savored the feeling. He was strong. I was safe.
    I looked up at him with the tears still streaming down my face.
    "Lilly, what's wrong?" he asked. "Are you okay? What-"
    "Yes!" I yelled.
    "Yes what?" He looked down at me, his eyebrows knitted and confused.
    "Yes! Yes to riding. Yes to everything. Yes to you !"
    Asher didn't say anything. He stared hard into my eyes, as if he was trying to see if I was telling the truth. I could feel his heart thumping hard in his chest. Then he pulled me close.
    His lips pressed against mine. Softly at first, and then more insistent. He pulled me up to meet him, so I was straining on the toes of my feet. My whole body strained, pressing against him.
    I kissed Asher back. My arms wrapped around his neck and I tasted his lips. It wasn't the first time, but it was somehow different . Every touch he made ran through my body like lightning.
    And then he pulled back.
    "I've been waiting to hear that all my life."

Epilogue
    Today was the day.
    I shoved the last T-shirt into my duffel bag. I didn't need anything fancy, I was just going home after all. A couple of sneakers. Some jeans. That was it.
    Anything else would just get covered by motorcycle grease anyway.
    Still, I couldn't help but be at least a little excited. I checked myself in the mirror. Hair is okay. At least I don't look crazy .
    I slipped my arms into the leather jacket Asher had gotten me. I turned around to admire the back. Property of the Dark Riders.
    Who would've thought I'd be a real old lady? Not me. It still felt strange wearing it anywhere but in the clubhouse. No one else understood.
    My phone buzzed on my desk. I didn't even have to look to know who it was. Jeez, that man was impatient.
    I took one last look in the mirror and grabbed my bag. On the way out, I made sure that my dorm door was locked, and then I headed down the stairs.
    And who did I find waiting for me right outside the door, with his hands on his hips?
    "How many times are you going to be late?" Asher asked. He tried to look mad, but he was failing.
    "For your information, I'm not late," I said. I pushed my finger into his chest. " You're the one who's early."
    Asher took my duffel bag and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I yelled and kicked, but he didn't budge.
    "I thought you fancy college folk were supposed to be on time for things?" Asher said.
    "You don't have to come pick me up, you know! I know my way home perfectly well, thank you very much," I said. "Plus, you must be super busy, Mr. President. "
    Asher dropped my bag onto the back of the bike and finally took me off of his shoulder. Both of his hands wrapped around my waist and held me in front of him.
    "Hmm, I don't know if that's a good idea. We all know what happens when you drive home alone," Asher said. I already knew what was coming next. "Some handsome young guy might try to kidnap you. We can't have that ."
    I punched Asher in the chest, but he just laughed. "Ha ha. Very funny."
    White bandages peeked out from under Asher's jacket and I pulled the leather back. I peeled away some of the layers to take a look at his arm.
    "Have you been taking care of your arm," I asked.
    "Yes."
    "Every day?"
    "Yes…"
    "And putting fresh gauze?"
    "Yes…."
    "And -"
    Asher's lips caught me off guard. They pressed against me, hard , until I stopped resisting. I felt myself go soft in his grip.
    Then Asher pulled back, leaving my lips.
    "That's better, " he said. "So what's with the