I was a lone wolf. I left my club to keep the heat off of them. I disappeared to save them and the preserve the freedom I needed like air.
My freedom depended on the open road, on being away from civilized people, and on avoiding the law. But that was impossible now. Something has stepped in to pull me out of the ether and into the light. The moment I saw the sun reflected in her hair and her ass filling out those little white shorts I knew I was going to have her. My fate was connected with hers and so was my body and soul.
He was nothing like any man I’d ever seen. I wanted Stone to touch me, take me, make me his.
Gold Cross was a mecca for bikers but they were posers. Stone was different. There was a danger about him that lurked beneath the surface. He was the real deal. He’d done and seen things that the posers of Bike Week pretended at. I had bigger problems than the way Stone made me feel. I was trapped in Gold Cross. Trapped by the past and trapped by a debt I struggled to pay. Stone made me forget it all with a look, with his strength, and with my fantasies of what it would be like to be his. Forgetting it all could get me in lot of trouble. His kiss lighted me on fire. I knew I couldn’t get enough of Stone. I wanted to give him forever but I knew forever wasn’t mine to promise.