In Bed With The Outlaw by Adriana Jones Read Free Book Online

back fence, not sure how to work it, but then once he figured it out, he staggered out of view.
    I found Ash trembling and whimpering on her couch.
    “Hey, babe, you all right?” She seemed so together a second ago. It must’ve been all the adrenaline. I sat on the couch next to her and rested her in my arms. She didn’t look anywhere but straight ahead for three long minutes, then she peered up at me with gorgeous eyes that grappled at my protective streak.
    “He’s gone? You think he’s gone for good?”
    “He won’t be coming back for a while. If he does, he’s dead,” I told her. She nodded slowly and stared ahead again.
    “Let’s go for a ride,” I said. “It’ll calm you down and give the guys a chance to clean this place up.”
    “The guys?” Her eyes came alive.
    “The crew will stop by and help clean the place up. Sorry about that, again.”
    She brushed me off. “I’ll take care of it. I don’t want to get you guys involved more than you are.”
    Interesting. She didn’t want to get involved with the lifestyle, that much was clear. Didn’t she want her door fixed, though? This girl could get on my nerves. I didn’t completely understand her, but I certainly wanted to.
    “You want your door to remain like that? You want to walk around on glass? What do you want me to do?”
    “I’ll take care of it.”
    “If you don’t want the crew to take care of it, I’ll hire a private contractor to come and clean it up. Is that fair?”
    “That’s fair,” she said, crossing her arms, not because she wanted me to leave, but to stop her trembling.
    “Get yourself changed real quick. Throw on some jeans and a t-shirt. Then we’ll go for the ride.” I nodded to her. She took off to her bedroom. It didn’t take that long.
    “I look a mess,” she moped when she returned.
    “I don’t agree with that at all. Let’s go for that ride.” I put my hand out, expecting that she take it.
    Her hand resting in mine, I fought the urge to think “She’s mine,” but it was impossible to keep my wants at bay.
    We went to the bike.
    I sure hoped it could cure her problems like it cured mine.

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Ash
    I hopped on the back of his motorcycle while wondering what he was thinking. Why would this help? It might work for him, a bike freak, but for me, a bookworm? Curling up in my sheets, forgetting this day even happened, that was helpful.
    “Arms around me,” he reminded me.
    I slid closer until we touched, my breasts pressed against his solid back, my crotch against his ass. In my rattled state, I couldn’t help but peek at his butt in those jeans. It lightened my mood. How couldn’t it? Having my arms around him, I had to admit it felt good to be close.
    The engine roaring, the huge vibrator normally would’ve aroused me, but in my state, it kept me from sinking into depression. We were simply joy riding. Or so I hoped. I hoped Red wasn’t going to pull a fast one and bring me to the club. All those patches still freaked me out. They reminded me of all the horror stories I stumbled on while researching.
    One monster for another, I repeated to myself again. Don’t do it.
    On the highway, the climbing speed stripped my fears away. They were insignificant now. I simply held on and enjoyed the ride. It was like that magical minute after an orgasm, experiencing life unfiltered. It had been a while since I’d experienced an orgasm like that. Being on the back of Red’s ride came close.
    We rode until my hands numbed, the rumbling between my thighs got me thinking about that bathtub again and how close I got to pleasuring myself. Only Red could get me horny after almost being murdered by my abusive ex. My building arousal was cut short once we turned off an exit, blowing past the sign too fast for me to read.
    “Where are we going?” I yelled ahead.
    “You’ll see,” he yelled back. I didn’t like the sound of that, but what choice did I have but to trust him?
    Soon after the exit, we pulled off