Petals and Chrome: A Biker Erotic Romance (Flowers of Hell MC) by Alicia Pierce Read Free Book Online

those guys, right?”
    A small smile broke out on his face and he nodded. “Something like that,” he murmured. “Anyway, get dressed and then I’ll get you the fuck out of here.”  
    At this I felt something sink a little inside me, realizing that my adventure was almost over. Sure, it’d been fucking terrifying and a great part of me wanted nothing more than to be shot of this place completely, to be safely back in England, in Bristol, perhaps back at my parent’s house, tucked up snugly in my childhood bed. But then, another part of me felt alive: vibrant and buzzing and full of adrenaline.  
    I tugged on one of the g-strings from the pink suitcase, then pulled up a pair of leopard-print leggings. I completed my outfit with a black tube top, my nipples still rock-hard and poking out from beneath the flimsy material in prominent little peaks. Finally, I slipped my feet back into my scuffed up old Converse boots, and tied my hair in a high pony tail, using a dirty old scrunchie I found at the bottom of the suitcase.  
    “Are these things Roxanne’s?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the mattress as I tied up the laces of my left sneaker. As soon as I said it, I felt something change in the energy in the room, and D shot me such a vicious glare that I immediately wished I’d never opened my stupid little mouth.  
    “Forget it,” I said quickly. “Forget I said anything.”  
    “No,” said D, his voice softening. “It’s okay.”
    He padded over and joined me on the mattress, sitting next to me and slinging his hot heavy arm around my thin shoulders.  
    “Roxanne was just a stupid mistake. She’s long gone …”
    He paused, then touched his neck, where her name still curled, staring me right in the face.  
    “Well, she’s almost all gone,” he said with a grin.  
    I couldn’t help but laugh too.  
    I leant in towards him, catching him off guard a little, then touched my lips softly and sensuously against his. With a shudder, I noted that despite everything else we’d already done, this was the first time we’d actually kissed. His hands moved gently over my body, his palms finding my breasts as his tongue slipped urgently into my mouth, exploring it. I kissed him back just as hard, just as passionately, melting beneath his burning hot touch.  
    “I don’t want to leave,” I murmured, once we’d drawn apart once more.  
    “You do, Rose, trust me.”  
    He fixed me in his smoldering black eyes, and I felt a strange tearfulness well up from somewhere deep inside me. I shook my head as the hot droplets spilled down my cheeks.  
    “You don’t understand,” I blurted out, half speaking, half sobbing. “I’ve got nothing to go back to. Nothing .” And as I said it out-loud, framing it so clearly like that for the first time, I knew I meant it; knew that this was exactly what I’d been searching for all this time — something simple and pure, like the moment I’d just shared with D, huddled on the edge of his mattress, lost in our own little world.  
    “There’s a lot about me you don’t know,” he murmured. “A lot you wouldn’t like …”  
    “Try me,” I countered, my voice firm now, my mind made up. “I want to stay, D. At least for a little while.”
    He nodded, recognizing the seriousness in my voice.  
    He stood, offered his hands to me, and then lifted me up to my feet.  
    I felt so different in these figure-hugging leggings and this tiny little top. I felt like a completely different girl .. No, a completely different woman .  
    “You realize that I’ve got to act a certain way around those guys, right?” he said, nodding towards the door that led back out into the shack.  
    “I told you, I get it,” I said.  
    “Okay then, let’s go.”  
    He stepped towards the door, pushing it open and walking back out into the main room. I followed behind him, my eyes fixed on the large rose painted on the back of his jacket, and beneath it the curving script: