Free (Club Chrome MC 2) All Dogs Bite by Alexx Andria Page B

for a deep kiss, a kiss that reminded her of all the things they’d been doing all night long and she melted like plastic left near an open flame. Was it just him? Or would any man like him have this effect on her? She had no way of knowing but she did know that the way he made her feel was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Within moments she was straddling his straining cock and riding him like there was no tomorrow, because for all she knew — there wasn’t.
    Afterwards, Delainey held up the empty condom box with a frown. “Oh, darn it. We’re low on supplies. Do you think we’ll need to buy more?” The expression on his face made her laugh. “Okay, dumb question. But in all fairness, I didn’t want to assume that you are going to be hanging around long enough to need a new box.”
    “Let’s just say this…even if I only stayed for another two days, we would still need another box. Maybe even the value pack.”
    She laughed, delighted. “Awesome. Then we can stop by the pharmacy on the way out to the lake. I need to pick up sunscreen anyway.”
    They showered together — honestly, she didn’t know how she would ever shower by herself ever again — and within the hour they were packed and ready to go. But as they walked out to her car, as she went to the driver side door, Bronx gently took her keys from her hand with a look that said, I’m driving , and a move that should’ve been annoying ended up making her feel cherished. It wasn’t that she couldn’t drive, she was fully capable but it was the fact that he simply took control without question. Maybe it was old-fashioned, but it made her feel very feminine and she liked it.
    The only thing that would’ve made this even better was if she was climbing on top of his motorcycle, pressed up against him as they hit the open road. There was something so sexy about that idea that she made up her mind on the spot to make it happen, at least once. “So what kind of bike do you ride?” she asked once they were on the road.
    At the mention of his motorcycle, a flash of true distress crossed his expression. “It’s a sweet ride. She’s a beast. Custom Harley, fat, in-your-face front end, a paint job that cost me as much as the bike. Lots of custom work on that baby,” he said with obvious pride, adding with a glower that made her shiver. “And if there’s a single scratch, someone’s ass is going to pay.”
    “Where is it parked? Is it safe?”
    “Yeah, it should be safe enough for now. No one’s going to mess with my bike until they know that I’m not around anymore. But I’d feel more comfortable if it were with me, obviously.”
    She nodded, understanding. “Is there any way that you could get it safely?”
    He shook his head. “Not yet. But don’t worry about it, I’m working on something.”
    It was that something that made her nervous. She shouldn’t ask but she had to know. “Who tried to shoot you?”
    “I wish I knew. The truth is there’s a long list of people who would love to shoot me. I haven’t exactly made a ton of friends over the years.”
    Questions she probably didn’t want to know the answers to bubbled on her tongue. She should just let it go. There was wisdom in the saying ignorance was bliss. But she was a curious person by nature — in fact, Zoe was always telling her she should’ve gone into journalism instead of graphic arts but alas, Delainey had no talent for words. “So why do people hate you so much, I mean, enough to want you dead?” she asked.
    “Honey, I’ve done things I’m not proud of. Things I had to do to survive, and some things I did just because I wanted to. I warned you that I’m not a good man. That shit comes with consequences. You know what I mean?”
    A smart woman would take his words at face value and at least thank him for giving her the easy way out. But there was something about him that made her think he wasn’t as bad as he liked to think he was. She sensed goodness in