SLAM HER by Jaxson Kidman Read Free Book Online Page B

pussy, holding hips, thinking of Belle the entire time.
    Ruining Belle was going to be the greatest pleasure of my entire life.
     

eleven
     
    (belle)
     
    *MONTHS AGO*
     
    The car was steaming as I jumped out, fearing it was going to catch on fire and explode. I looked around and realized I was on the loneliest road in town.
    Shit.
    If I called my father, I’d get a face full of shit. He’d have ten squad cars show up and torture me. I’d be grilled on where I was going and why. My car would be searched for drugs. I’d get a breathalyzer test. And, no, none of that was a lie.
    Why was I on that road?
    Truthfully, just to go for a drive. Just to try and clear my head for a minute. I had a bad night at work. Marco was an asshole. The customers were rude. Hector wasn’t feeling well. My life felt like an entire mess. I couldn’t explain to my father because he’d take it the wrong way and assume I was on pills or something crazy. His entire existence when it came to me was to wait for me to fail so he could save me and say I told you so .
    Of course the one time my car decided to take a shit it would be on a desolate road. I thought after leaving work by five I’d have some daylight and time to myself. Call it stupid but I was going to ride near the coast and get an ice cream cone.
    How pathetic, right?
    A total virgin move.
    Someone else maybe would have had a drink and hooked up.
    Not me.
    I wanted ice cream.
    I leaned against my car and started to cry.
    I couldn’t control myself and nobody was going to see me.
    Or so I thought.
     
     
     
    It was like a racing thunderstorm. I swore I could feel the ground shaking as they all approached. The group of bikers coming toward me, heading back into town. I started to shiver with fear. Me, a lonely woman on the side of the road. Them, a group of lawless, ruthless bikers.
    My hand slipped to my phone.
    I had my thumb ready to go to call my father.
    Not that he could get here in time. So I’d be ravaged by bikers. And that too would be my fault.
    The first few guys flew right by me. All I saw was black. Helmets, hair, leather, motorcycle, boots.
    Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!
    Like cracks of thunder beating on my eardrums.
    Then three of them started to stop and moved to the side of the road. Two hung back and the third came forward at me. He stopped and sat there, his motorcycle rumbling. His arms filled his t-shirt beyond capacity. His arms were thick with tattoos. He killed the engine and climbed off his motorcycle. He took his helmet and sunglasses off and I was struck with deja vu. I’d seen this guy before.
    That night... with the girls…
    He broke a pool stick over someone’s face!
    He walked with an intense swagger.
    “What’s the trouble?” he asked me.
    His voice was rough. Nothing about this guy was smooth.
    “Nothing,” I hurried to say.
    “So you’re just standing on the side of the road for no reason?”
    “Yeah.”
    “That’s a problem for me,” he said.
    “Why?”
    “Because…” He pointed to the patch on his leather.
    I shivered even more.
    He took another step and I put my hand out. “My car broke down. Okay? There’s steam coming out.”
    “Did you call for help?”
    “Yes.”
    “Okay. I’ll wait with you. Just to be sure.”
    “I mean no,” I said. “I didn’t… I have no help.”
    He was right next to me now. Towering over me. “Okay, babe, let’s reset. I’m going to assume you’re broken down and you need my help. Okay?”
    “Okay.”
    “I work at a garage. Let me take a look under the hood for you.”
    The guy went right to work. He didn’t ask for permission. He just did what he wanted. I was flabbergasted. He popped the hood and opened it up. I crept up to the front of the car and watched this beautiful hulk of a man reaching into my car, twisting, pulling, grunting.
    He finally looked at me, an eyebrow raised.
    “Well?” I asked.
    “You’re screwed,” he said. “For a little while.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “You got