The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) by Regina Fox Read Free Book Online Page A

We’ll know what’s what soon enough,” he said.
    The mood was somber. It was almost unbearable and such a difference between the levity that followed these guys around. But Ghosts of the Prairie captain Danny White Feather always had a smile. 
    “Hey,” Danny said with a light slap of the table. “Let’s go for a ride.”
    “Just like that?” asked Savannah.
    “Just like that,” said Foley with a grin.
    Savannah snuggled into his back, and he hugged her a little tighter. 
    “So what do we do?  Pack food and stuff?” she asked. “Or weapons and ammo? In case we’re confronted by Riggers.”
    They laughed.
    “Come on,” said Danny. “We’ll show you.”
    Savannah’s meeting with the Ghosts broke. She and Foley walked Beau with no incident. They did say hello to Dr. Gretsky on her way into the office. She stopped to say hello.
    “How’s Beau?” Susan asked as she slowed to talk to them. 
    As soon as Savannah replied that he was doing great, Dr. Gretsky rolled up her window.
    “Was it something I said?” Savannah asked Foley rhetorically. “Because she was so nice at the clinic.” Savannah watched Foley’s eyes follow Susan Gretsky’s car as it drove down the road.
    “She found out we’re kind of seeing each other.”
    “She’s not a fan I didn’t listen to her advice.”
    “She handed out advice?”
    “Yep. Told me to stay away from you. All you want is a quick fuck.”
    “She had no right to interfere in my life like that. I’m going to talk to her.”
    “It doesn’t matter. No use riling her up.”
    They walked for a mile each way, holding hands and remarking how adorable the dog was. As they returned to Savannah’s house Foley and Savannah mounted his bike, as the other riders loaded up to ride. They took a smooth and easy course around a portion of the lake which absolutely enormous and vast. The cool, fall air was refreshing as the bikes cut through. Seeing the other bikers on the highway made Savannah feel like she was a part of something. It was so incredible how fast that all happened. For just a minute, she felt like she belonged. And it felt pretty damn special, no matter how short-lived it was.
    Just a short while ago Savannah thought she lost her whole world with the death of her father. The fighting between her stepmother and estate attorney made things even worse. Now she had friends and support. Her life was full. Her bed was full. Her heart too.
    It was an overwhelmingly beautiful experience to be holding onto Foley as his wondrous, magnificent back erupted before her like a majestic mountain.
    The caravan of bikes pulled over to discuss whether anyone wanted to drive off to an island in the lake where a new casino that had been built. 
    “Do you like gambling?” Foley asked her.
    “I don’t know, I’ve never been,” she smiled.
    “Sheltered girl.”
    “Then you better get to corrupting me like you promised.”
    It seemed like every time she talked to him she gushed. She had to make sure she didn’t overdo it though the response was completely natural.
    “I think I might like to see you in a little black dress,” he said. 
    Foley leaned down and kissed her softly. It was a slow but brief kiss that took Savannah’s breath away. The heat between them had some to do with the fact that they were in complete lust with one another. To touch his lips with hers left her intoxicated. They had a chemistry like no other. 
    “I better stop,” he murmured. “Or I won’t be able to drive.”
     Just as they were discussing where they might like to get a drink, Foley’s phone buzzed. 
    “Again?” moaned Foley. “Fuck.”
    “Devil’s Lake has an arsonist,” said Trenton.
    Trenton was an enormous man, Savannah realized. She had hired him before, so it wasn’t like it was news to her that he was a tall man. But seeing him stand on the bike, most of his body with the sky for a backdrop made him look like a giant. He and Danny had longish hair, but Trenton’s