Free My Bad Boy Biker by Sam Crescent Page A

took another sip of her drink. The effects of the alcohol were
warming her from the inside out. However, Bill had also been a good friend to
Rick, and she’d seen him water down the strong liquor with water.
    At
least he didn’t charge her the same rate as a full shot.
    “Stupid,”
she muttered to herself.
    “What’s
stupid, darling?” Dan Sawyer asked from his position against the booth where
Mandy sat. He must have moved closer while she was away with her own thoughts.
    “Nothing,”
she said. Putting the glass to her lips, she tossed the contents back with a
flick of her head as if she had nothing better to do than get drunk. Without
asking permission, Dan moved into the seat opposite her. His presence invaded
every corner of her quiet booth.
    “What
are you doing?” she demanded.
    He
didn’t say anything and just stared, making her uncomfortable. Mandy glanced
around the room, but everyone seemed oblivious to her. Even Bill.
    “I
wanted to come and sit with a gorgeous woman.”
    She
ignored him and made to vacate the booth. Dan reached over and grabbed her arm,
stopping her from leaving.
    “Don’t
go,” he said.
    “I
don’t want you here,” she said.
    “I
don’t want to go anywhere else.” The hand holding her arm moved down in a
caress to entwine their fingers. “Your skin is so soft.”
    “Do
you seriously think I don’t see through this?”
    “What?”
    “The interest. I’m not the
type of girl for you, so why don’t you piss off and distract a different girl
who’s drinking?” The guy may be gorgeous and sinful but she wasn’t in the mood
to be a sloppy second. Who knows where he’s been . “Let go of my hand.”
    “No.
I like the way you feel, and I’m not ready to call it a night yet.” He gripped
her tighter.
    Mandy
glanced toward the bar, hoping to catch the eye of Bill, who was busy chatting
up a beautiful blonde.
    Typical.
    “Look,
I’m flattered you want to spend some time with me but really, I don’t want
anything from you. All I want is to have a quiet drink and go home,” she said.
As the seconds passed it looked less and less likely she’d be left alone.
    “Can
I come and fuck away all your troubles?”
    “Excuse
me?” Surely, she’d misheard him.
    “You
heard me.”
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    Dan
watched the beautiful, full woman with long, luscious brown hair. He could see
himself wrapping her locks around his fist as he fucked her from behind. She
had the body that could take a good, hard fucking.
    He
moved to ease his cock, which was aching in the tight jeans he wore. Shit, his
cock threatened to burst, he was so hard. Who would have thought a Friday night
would see little Miss Mandy Straus in one of his places?
    She
didn’t know it, but he was best friends with her brother even though it had
been some time since he’d last seen Rick . There was a ten-year age gap between
them. Their friendship had remained a secret as the Straus family hadn’t wanted
Rick hanging out with a ‘bad boy.’ Dan had been the guy who had always been in
trouble, skipping class and chasing after the ladies. He doubted if Mandy even
recognised him. It had been awhile since he’d last bumped into her in town. She
tended to walk with her head down, always hiding away from any attention.
    When
Dan and Rick had turned eighteen, they’d hit the road. Two rebels on bikes with
the intention of exploring the world. Mandy was the only one of the family to
write and send pictures. Somehow, no matter where they were, letters would
follow.
    They
hadn’t done much exploring. Dan recalled being broke half the time and needing
to work to keep gas in the bike and food in his belly. At eighteen he was
nothing more than a stupid, immature bloke who was too afraid to admit he liked
being in his hometown.
    In
his head, Dan knew he should leave this little angel alone. Seeing her sitting
all on her own and isolated had struck a chord deep inside him. He didn’t like
seeing her like this. Strange, considering he