Free Biker Bound: The Lost Souls MC Series by Ellie R Hunter Page A

for offering,” I reply.
    “I should get you both back but I don’t want you to leave.”
    “I’ve decided to stay for a while so we can do this again,” I offer, as much as I want to stay I have Zachery to think of.
    He nods never taking his eyes away from mine and runs his knuckles across my cheek. I lean into his touch and feel the air sting my skin when he pulls his hand back.
    “Come on, I’ll take you back to the motel.”
    Once Zachery’s in his car seat still asleep Slade is standing by the passenger door holding it open for me.
    Before I slide into my seat I lean up on my tip toes intending to kiss him on the cheek but his head turns at the last moment. I don’t pull away and neither does he. His lips are so soft and tempting that I wish I had done this sooner.
    The kiss grows hungrier as I wrap my arms around his neck and his around my waist pulling me tight against him.
    The longer we kiss the more intense it becomes. Every repressed feeling I’ve had since giving birth explodes into a million pieces and I hold on to Slade and kiss him with everything I have.
    “Say the word and I’ll take you back in the house,” he growls breathlessly.
    His mouth dragging down my neck is distracting me. My aching body screams at me to say the words but my head screams one word, Zachery.
    “I can’t.”
    “I know.”
    I don’t know which of us sounds more dejected, him or I?
    “Believe me, I really want to but it isn’t right with Zachery here.”
    “I understand, go on and get in the car before I forget I have a few gentleman tendencies left.”
    I can’t help myself, I kiss him once more before sliding into my seat. Turning around I make sure Zachery is still asleep, he is.
    When Slade is in the car and turning the ignition on, he focuses on my bare legs and takes a deep breath.
    Deciding to tease him a little, I kick my sandals off and rest my feet on the dash, my shorts were a very good pick this morning when I got dressed.
    I hear him hiss in frustration and I hold in my giggle as he drives us away.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Slade
     
    This is it. I am going to die. Keeping my eyes firmly on the road and trying to think of anything but Kristen’s legs up on the dash, I know I am failing miserably.
    My dick has never been harder. Fidgeting in the seat I try to adjust myself so it’s not so fucking obvious I’m rocking a hard on. I know she knows what she’s doing and one day soon I will make her pay for it, because without a doubt I know she wants me just as much.
    Halfway from my house to the motel, the back wheel gives out and the metal grates along the road.
    Pulling over to the side of the road, I get out to find the back tire is fucked.
    “What’s going on?” Kristen asks, getting out of the car.
    “Please tell me you have a spare?”
    “Sure, it’s in the trunk.”
    Sure she had a spare but she doesn’t have anything to change it with.
    Pulling my cell out of my pocket I dial Sparky’s number and hope he’s at home and not at the club. His house is roughly ten minutes from here.
    He picks up on the third ring and for once it doesn’t sound like I’ve interrupted him and Bonnie. You can’t guess how many times that has happened before.
    “Yeah.”
    “It’s Slade, you busy?”
    “Just got home, why?” he asks.
    “I got a flat and nothing to fuckin’ change the spare with. I’m only ten minutes away from you on the main road towards the motel,” I tell him.
    “I’ll leave now,” he says, before hanging up.
    “You drove across the country without anything to change a tire with? What would you have done if this happened then?”
    “I don’t know. I would have figured something out.”
    “You should be more organized.”
    “You’re being bossy again,” she says, pushing me back against the car.
    “Don’t be starting something you can’t finish darlin’,” I warn her.
    “Who said I want to finish?” she murmurs.
    In one fluid motion, I slam the hood down and near