Rescue Me (Demon Riders MC #1) by Evelyn Glass Read Free Book Online

monster of jealousy goes back into her box. Dane watches her as if he can see through her and knows what emotions she’s going through. The thought of that is both disconcerting and exciting. “Better now?”
     
    Elyse gives him a warning look, but it’s hard to keep up when a smile is creeping onto her lips.
     
    “Good.” He nods, like he hadn’t expected any other outcome. “So tell your friend you don’t need a ride and let’s get going.” He strides purposefully towards one of the many motorbikes sitting outside the bar, clearly expecting her to follow.
     
    Elyse looks down at her cell where she’d already drafted a text at the start of the night with the word ‘Monopoly,’ ready to send at the first sign of trouble. Without analyzing what she’s doing, she deletes the word and fires off a message to Jen to say that she’s making her own way home and not to worry. She shoves the cell back into her bag, knowing Jen will be lighting up her phone with message after message quizzing her and she’s not quite ready for that yet.
     
    She takes a deep breath and follows Dane who is now straddling his gleaming black and silver bike and holding out a helmet for her. They lock eyes and there’s a definite attraction between them. It’s an undeniable pull that clouds her mind.
     
    “Don’t be scared, Elyse.” The serious look that Dane gives her makes her wonder if he’s talking about the bike or something altogether different.
     
    “I’m not.” She grabs the helmet, pulling it on and settling herself on the bike behind him.
     
    He lets out a low chuckle. “Where we headed, Elyse?”
     
    She smiles at the way he says her name. It feels almost intimate. She rattles off her address and he lets out a low whistle.
     
    “So you’re a ‘right side of the tracks’ kind of girl. I can work with that. Hold on.” She doesn’t have time to ask what he can work with or to protest at the fact that he’s classified her as an ‘uptown girl.’
     
    As the bike starts to move she lets go of any reticence and wraps her arms around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body through his leather jacket. He guns the engine and she holds on even tighter, partly out of a sense of self-preservation and partly because she just likes the feel of his strong body against hers. Between that and the powerful engine vibrating between her legs, it’s hard to concentrate on anything but how good she feels.
     
    They zip through the streets and Elyse feels a euphoria that she hasn’t ever experienced before. It isn’t exactly a stretch to understand why bikers love the rush. By the time they pull up outside the little house that she and Jen are renting, the adrenaline is still pumping around her system. She pulls off her helmet and jumps off of the bike feeling pumped.
     
    “That was amazing!” She’s breathless and her eyes sparkle with excitement.
     
    Dane looks at her in a way that makes her heart do somersaults in her chest. Zing, she thinks to herself. She breaks eye contact, handing him back his helmet and trying to get her brain back under control and stop it from going off on tangents to do with Dane’s eyes, his strong hands and what she’d like him to do with them.
     
    Stop it, Powell. Get a grip.
     
    “Thanks for the ride and for your help earlier.” She waits a beat. “I guess I’ll see you around?”
     
    Dane doesn’t say anything. He just keeps looking at her until his eyes slide past her to the car behind. His eyes widen and he jumps off his bike to take a closer look. “Holy shit! Is that a ’75 Mustang?” He runs his hands along the damaged bodywork, looking like a kid at Christmas.
     
    Elyse tries not to sigh at the realization that Dane is more interested in her classic car than her. It’s a sobering thought and enough to snap her out of her daydreaming. “Yeah, it’s seen better days.” That’s probably the understatement of the century, she thinks to herself as she looks at the