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

natural thing in the world to drive your girlfriend off to a mystery destination without her knowledge.
    "So where are you taking me?"  
    "That," he said, "is a secret."
    Asher climbed back into the seat of his bike and patted the space behind him.
    "Come on," he said.
    I stood there, my arms crossed over my chest. I planted my legs in a wide stance and pressed my lips together into a thin line.
    Asher patted the seat again.
    "Don't make me come and get you," he said. "You can come of your own free will or I can take you. You choose."
    I looked at him for a while. Was he joking? The way his eyes met mine told me he wasn't.
    I kicked the dirt in front of me. "Fine," I said. "But this better be good."
    Asher brought his bike to life and it rumbled underneath us.
    "Don't worry, it will be," he said before driving off.
    It was hours before we got there, but Asher was right. It was good.
    First, there was the breeze. It came in under the dark sky, wrapping me in its salty smell. It took a while before I could see where it was coming from. At first it was just a glimpse. A bit of the moon reflected through the trees. And then I saw it.
    We turned a corner and the whole view opened up to me. Instead of the endless path of asphalt I was used to seeing, there was a wide swath of ocean. It literally took my breath away.
    The waves rolled into the sand gently, reflecting the pale light of the moon back up into the sky.I could taste the salt air on my tongue, and the roar of the ocean filled my ears. Already, I wanted to jump off the bike and into the water. If only I had brought my bathing suit.  
    The shore was dotted with only a few flaming torches. Otherwise, the beach looked completely deserted. Were we all alone?
    The road ended just before the beach, and Asher parked his bike. As he did, I tore off my shoes and ran into the sand. It was cool and wet, sticking to the soles of my feet.
    Asher laughed at me.
    "So," he said. "Was it a good secret?"
    I turned around and ran back towards him. We collided and I wrapped my arms around his neck, almost knocking Asher backward.
    "It is! The best!" I said.
    "I thought it would be nice for us to be alone for once. Away from the guys."
    "It is perfect."
    Then Asher took my hand. He led me further down the beach.
    "Come on, there's more," he said.
      We kept going until we reached a small hut. It wasn't fancy, like at a resort or anything, but my heart swelled when I saw it. He had even sprinkled rose petals on the sand, leading up to the hut's doorway.  
    No, it wasn't fancy, but it was just right for me.
    "What do you think?" Asher asked.
    "What do I think?"
    I threw my arms around Asher's neck again and covered his lips with mine. At first, it was just a kiss. I was happy just to be there. I was happy just to have Asher near me.
    Then it became something else.
    Asher pressed his lips back against mine, hard enough to bruise. I moaned against him. Heat grew in my body, making Asher's touch burn my skin. I knew what I wanted, and it was much more than a kiss. My hands roamed under his shirt, touching the hard muscle underneath.
    That's when Asher pulled my head back, grabbing my hair in his hand. I gasped, but it felt good. I wanted more of him like this, rough, hard, dangerous .
    Asher's lips covered my skin. He moved from my lips down my neck. His hand slipped under my shirt and felt my hard nipples through the fabric of my bra.  
    We were out in the open. Anyone could have just walked by and seen us, but I didn't care. I just wanted more of Asher's touch.
    I pulled at his shirt, lifting it over his head. Even in the moonlight I could see the outline of his scars. They raised up from his skin like the boundaries of a map. I wanted to erase them, smooth them away.
    Asher had other plans. He took my shirt, ripping it off of me, and unhooked my bra. The next thing I felt was his hot mouth on my breast. Asher pressed me down into the sand as his tongue played with my nipple. The beach was