Striker: No Prisoners MC Book 1 by Lilly Atlas Read Free Book Online Page A

back to his bike.
    “All good?” Jester asked from his guard post, his focus on the road leading to the warehouse.
    “Yeah, it’s done. Go help them get Kenny into the van. I’m going to take Lila home.”
    Jester nodded and left them alone with the bikes.
    “Remember, Lila, not a fucking word,” Striker cautioned, purposefully hardening his voice.
    She huffed out a breath. “Striker, I know, believe me. I’d be in just as much trouble as any of you if I ran my mouth.”
    “No, you wouldn’t, babe. You’re a doctor, well respected in the community. All you’d have to do is bat those gorgeous eyes, and tell them how we forced you out of your house in the middle of the night. You’d have the cops eating out of your palm in seconds.”
    She jammed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes at him. “I’m not going to do that.”
    “Good.” He nodded. He believed her. He stepped in close enough to see her pupils dilate at his nearness. “You okay with all this shit? I gotta say, babe, you surprised me in there.”
    Lila shrugged. “I think I surprised myself, but yeah, I’m fine.”
    They stared at each other for a moment, and she shivered. He attributed it to the rapidly dropping temperature and the adrenaline dump. Despite the scorching heat of the day, nights in the desert could be bitter cold, and she was only wearing a thin sweater.
    Striker broke their connection to pull a sweatshirt out of his saddlebag. He tossed it to Lila, and she drew it over her head with muffled thank you. He climbed on the bike and glanced at her just as she grabbed a handful of the sweatshirt fabric and inhaled with her eyes closed. Her eyes drifted open, and he met her gaze as a red blush crept across her gorgeous face.
    With a groan, Striker motioned for her to climb on behind him. “I do like knowing I’m leaving my scent on you, babe, but knowing you like it too is going to make for one uncomfortable ride home, if you catch my drift.”
    Lila’s eyes widened for just a second, and then she shocked him more than she had all night. “I like it too. I just wish I didn’t have anything between your shirt and my skin.”
    And with that bomb, Lila pulled her helmet on, climbed behind him, and wrapped her arms around him. His cock hardened even further, and he shifted in an attempt to keep from strangling it against the bike.
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    What the hell was she thinking? Did she really tell him she wished his sweatshirt was against her naked skin? Lila couldn’t believe she had flirted with him so blatantly.
    Actually she couldn’t believe how she acted the entire night, starting with opening the door to her house in her underwear. None of this seemed real, almost as though she was watching a movie of herself instead of participating in her life.
    The potential repercussions of the evening were staggering. She could be suspended from the hospital, or even lose her medical license, and she could be sued for everything she was worth if Kenny died of an infection. She almost laughed at the thought of the school board’s reaction if they were to find out.
    At the moment she allowed her attraction to Striker to distract her from the real issue, that she’d conducted an illegal medical procedure in a warehouse, in the dead of night, for an outlaw biker gang.
    She needed to watch her mouth. Striker was obviously way out of her league when it came to playing games with the opposite sex. True, she was wildly attracted to him; he was smoking hot, after all. That did not mean she could handle him. Striker was one hundred percent alpha male, dominant and demanding, and he’d probably eat her alive.
    A warm feeling had traveled through her when he called her babe. Ridiculous. He used the endearment on just about anything with breasts, but still, it felt more intimate than Doc or Stitch, or even her name.
    Striker rode slower than he had on the way out, and Lila was able to appreciate the trip. She tried to ignore the way the muscles of his