Love Me an Angel: A Biker Erotic Romance by Sophia Hampton Read Free Book Online

 
    LOVE ME AN ANGEL
     
    I’ve always had my suspicions about the line of work my family is in.  I’ve overheard whispers in the dark, rumors around town.  We’re bikers, and although I’m not naïve about us living a little outside of the law sometimes, I’ve always been pretty happy in my ignorance.  That was, at least, until one night—the night that I met Brian.  That’s when everything changed.
     
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    I find myself at the biker bar that my brothers always want to go to and, as they were my rides, I pretty much always ended up wherever they want to go.  Being the youngest and also the only girl in a family with three older brothers, I was used to not getting my own way.  That said, I love my big brothers. I know the Stone Boys have a bit of a reputation for causing trouble and getting into fights, but I also know that they would do anything to protect me and that makes me feel pretty safe.  No one in their right mind would want to get on the wrong side of them.
     
    “Another shot for the ladies, Mr. Bartender,” Brooklyn says, smiling at Joe and batting her eyelashes. But the effect is ruined a little when she hiccups loudly and dissolves into a fit of giggles.
     
    “Wow, looks like someone has had enough,” I say, simultaneously miming to Joe to cut her off, and he knows that means to just bring her water rather than the vodka she seems to have been downing all night.  She’s been doing this for the past 3 months, ever since we both turned 21. You would have thought that the novelty of getting wasted would wear off after a while.
     
    “You’re no fun!” Brooklyn tells me as she pouts prettily.  She is my best friend in the whole world; we’ve known each other since kindergarten and she wants to get out of this town almost as badly as I do.
     
    “Just take a sip of this and sit down for a minute,” I encourage her as I hand over the water that Joe has dutifully delivered, and I mouth thanks to him. 
     
    Brooklyn takes a couple of sips and then, like clockwork, her face goes a slightly concerning shade of green. “Restroom,” she mutters as she sprints to the Ladies’ covering her mouth.
     
    “Just another Friday night at ‘Wheels’,” I sigh as I take a look around at the bar, listing all the people as I tick them off.  These are the regulars.  There’s Josie who has slept her way through pretty much all the bikers in the gang; she was pretty but she was now pushing 40 and all the years of hard-living were starting to take their toll.  There was Colt, one of the old timers who was so named because he always carried his trusty revolver of the same name with him wherever he went.  I’d never actually seen him use the pistol but the reputation was enough for no one to get on his bad side. 
     
    As I take in the scene I notice a guy that I’ve never seen in Wheels before.  He looks like he was born in a leather jacket; he has dark brown hair, and even from where I’m standing, I can see he has amazing blue eyes.  He is probably the best looking guy I’ve ever seen in my life and I can tell from the gaggle of women around him that I’m not the only one that’s noticed.  Our eyes meet and I quickly look away, hoping he hasn’t noticed that I was staring at him. That would be too embarrassing.  I turn around hurriedly, facing the bar again and trying to get Joe’s attention for another drink; I need something to do with my hands.
     
    “Whisky, straight up,” the manly voice says from my side and when I look up at the face that goes with the voice, I’m surprised and a little unsettled to find the hot guy has made his way over to me.  “What’ll it be for you?” he asks, looking down at me like he clearly expects an answer.  I flick a look over to my brothers, who are at a table over on the other side of the bar. They don’t seem to have noticed the attention I’m getting yet.  I know that as soon as they do, things might get a little