Fight for Me by Bethany Bazile Read Free Book Online

finger at him, and he chuckled at her attempt to be intimidating.
    “I’ll remember that.” He put a hand around my waist and led me to the exit.
    “Bye, Shells,” I screamed to her as we left her behind. Just as we pushed our way through the crowd and were within a foot of the exit, Logan appeared in front of us.
    “Where are you going, Lexi?”
    “Not now, Logan.” I was a lot bolder with a huge fighter next to me than I usually was. Logan still thought he owned me. If I told him I was going to take Ryder home and fuck him, a battle would’ve ensued. Not that I thought Ryder would let me have my way with him.
    He squared off in front of Ryder despite Ryder being bigger and taller than he was. “I can’t let you leave with her. She’s had too much to drink. If you think you’re going to take her home, you got to get through me.”
    “Yeah, and how do you plan on stopping me?” Ryder stepped closer, but Logan didn’t back up.
    “If he wants to take me home, it’s none of your business.” God, I really needed to know when to stop drinking. I couldn’t seem to shut my mouth.
    “Lexi, I swear to God, if you let him…” He pulled my arm roughly, and Ryder grabbed him by the collar and pushed him away with one arm.
    “Don’t touch her again.”
    Logan calmed down when he saw the dangerous look on Ryder’s face but still glared at Ryder through narrowed eyelids, clearly suspicious. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
    “He’s my stepbrother, babysitter, protector, savior—he’s fucking Superman.” He was everything but what I wanted him to be. My lover, my boyfriend… anything that allowed us to be intimate.
    “Oh, you’re David’s son,” Logan said, and Ryder shrugged.
    “Let’s go, Alexis.” He pulled me out of the club. I was surprised Logan let us leave so easily, but I was glad to be away from him. He probably thought I was safe with my stepbrother. I guessed he had no idea how much I wanted Ryder and what I’d let him do to me.
    The warm breeze hit my sensitized skin, and I shivered as he led me across the parking lot. He stopped in front of a sleek, modern motorcycle, and my stomach tightened. The last time I’d been on the back of a bike, I’d been lost in love with Logan. After we broke up, I vowed to stay away from men with bikes, despite how much I enjoyed them. He glanced back at me and handed me a helmet. He took in my tense expression and reached out to caress my face.
    “Never been on a bike? Don’t worry, the body looks big and dangerous, but the ride is exhilarating.” The smirk he gave me told me he was talking about more than the bike. I smiled back at him, then slipped the helmet over my head. He jumped on the bike, and the engine roared to life, startling me.
    “Climb on,” he ordered. I hesitated, then resigned to breaking my vow for just tonight and swung my leg over the bike and straddled his hips. I attempted to pull my dress down, but my effort was futile. It rode up to an indecent level, and the curve of the seat pushed me forward until the moist crotch of my panties was against him.
    Jesus, I hope he can’t feel how hot he’s making me.
    “Hold on tight,” he said as he pulled the bike onto the road. The wind whipped my long hair around, and my blood pumped with excitement. I lay my head against his back, closed my eyes, and caressed the rippled muscles of his abs through his shirt. His smell, the roar of the bike as it vibrated between my legs, and the feel of him beneath my fingers spiked my arousal. My clit was throbbing with need, and I squeezed my legs tightly around him to keep from rubbing against him to ease the ache.
    My hand glided down, and I cupped his impressive erection. His sharp intake of breath excited me, and I began to massage him. When he stopped at a light, he looked over his shoulder at me. He covered my hand with his and groaned loudly.
    “If you don’t stop, I’ll lose control of this bike and we’ll both be all over the