Free Wanting It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 3) by Kati Wilde Page A

“No fucking here,” he agrees roughly. “Because I don’t want to share you with anyone. That includes sharing what you look like after I’ve had my cock deep inside you, or what you sound like when you come. I’m not into making it public.”
    Neither was I. “Good. So we’re just waiting for Blowback?”
    “Not just,” he says, and grinds up against me, until I’m writhing and biting my lip against my moan. “I’m here to persuade you.”
    My response is a breathless laugh. “I knew you’d use sex.”
    He offers an unrepentant grin. “This is just because I like getting my hands on you. But that’s not why I brought you.”
    “You heard about Lily’s bike.”
    “I was going to bring you here, anyway. To show you what we’ve got. What I’ve got. Fuck, I can’t think when you’re on me.” All at once he lifts me onto the edge of the table. He leans back, looking up at me. God, he is such a man. From those intense eyes to his iron stomach to the thick bulge behind his fly. “You know about the Den. You can probably see that I’m doing all right there. I’m not making a shitload of profits, but business is steady.”
    I stare at him, trying to make sense of that. He’s talking about his pub. I’m just not sure why. “All right,” I say.
    “Now, this place—when Burns was killed, the property went to his widow. Blowback, Stone, Gunner, and I bought it from her. But this location is shit.”
    “You get complaints?”
    “Not a fucking week goes by without one. Our bikes are too loud, we’re bad for business, and the good citizens down the road are just waiting for us to rape and pillage. It doesn’t matter that we were here before they all moved in and built their shit.”
    “So that’s why you want the clubhouse out by my place.”
    “Yes. No. Fuck.” He leans forward and wraps his hands around the back of my calves, just beneath my knees. “I’m talking about persuading you. So I’m telling you that we’ve been discussing moving to another location anyway—but we don’t intend to give up this place. Instead we’re thinking of renovating it into a gym. Weights, a fighting ring, personal trainers. Pine Valley doesn’t have a real one yet, just that shitty little club off Main. It’ll be a good investment.”
    It probably would be. But it still didn’t explain what I’m being persuaded to do. “Why are you telling me this? You want me to invest, too?”
    “Just in me.” His dark gaze holds mine. “Because if you agree to this, I’m thinking long term. And you, Jenny—your brewery is doing pretty damn well, isn’t it? You’re smart and you’ve got a lot of drive, and you won’t be happy with someone who’s just coasting through. So I want you to know that I’m solid, too.”
    Long term. My chest is tight again. “I already knew that.”
    “You do.” His voice flattens. “Then what’s holding you back?”
    “From going all in on the package deal?” At his sharp nod, I tell him, “Because it’s a big investment that includes a hefty amount of risk. No matter how good it looks, I’d be a fool to jump in without taking my time to consider the angles and doing a little research first.”
    His eyes narrow. “You think it looks good?”
    “I think it looks really good.”
    He likes that. Easing back in his chair again, he regards me with renewed determination. “Where’s the risk? I’ll minimize it.”
    I have to laugh. “You can’t. Just making that offer increases it.” On a deep breath, I tap my fingertips over my pounding heart. “The risk is here.”
    His frown tells me that he doesn’t immediately get it—as if maybe I’m pointing to my tit. Then his gaze shoots to mine and he says gruffly, “You get over here.”
    I do, straddling his lap again. His fingers tangle in my hair and his kiss is hot and fierce.
    He pulls back but keeps hold of me, his big hands cupping my face. I can’t look anywhere else. “You’re safe with me. I’m a rough man,