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

and I’m not promising I won’t ever fuck up, but I won’t do anything that would bring hurt onto you. All right?”
    With emotion clogging my throat, I can only nod. It’s enough for now.
    He tastes me again but it doesn’t last long. I don’t hear any footsteps. Only the subtle tension in Saxon’s body tells me that someone is there.
    Jack Hayden, looking as big and as scary as always. Despite the heat of the day he’s wearing a black long-sleeved shirt under his kutte, but it doesn’t conceal a single heavy muscle. I start to climb off the chair, but Saxon simply grips my waist and resettles me, sitting sideways across his lap. Blowback doesn’t blink, just watches us with a cold, dead stare.
    “You hear anything yet?” Saxon asks him.
    “Spiral says he passed a van heading toward the airfield road, and the driver was one of the little shit prospects for the Eighty-Eight. But he was a few miles out and couldn’t say for sure that was where the fucker went. I’d put my money on them or the Titans. Some of them are still pissed that you brought Lily in.”
    My body stiffens. No way in hell would anyone in my dad’s club do that. Only a bunch of cowards would trash someone’s bike when its rider wasn’t around to defend it. But although I keep my mouth shut, my reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by either man. Blowback’s eyes are like dark knives, slicing right through me, seeing everything.
    Saxon’s hand smooths over my hip. “They’re pissed, but if it came to that, they’d go after her. Not that bike.”
    “We’ll look at the prospect, then.” Blowback’s cold gaze slides over me again before meeting Saxon’s. “You’re going to have to deal with the First Lady clause.”
    Now Saxon’s every muscle is steel. “Fuck it.”
    “I’d let you. But some of the brothers won’t. Just so you’re prepared.”
    His jaw clenching, Saxon nods. “You got a ride for Zoomie?”
    “I’ll see if I can round something up.”
    “I’ve got one,” I offer and both men look to me. “Mostly it just sits in our garage but my dad keeps it up. Lily could use it until her insurance comes in and she’s able to buy another.”
    Saxon and Blowback exchange a glance.
    “It’s not a sissy bike,” I add. “She won’t be embarrassed by it. The Riders won’t be, either.”
    “All right,” Saxon says. “But we’ll hold off on that until we’ve got our other business with the Titans squared away.”
    Meaning that he hasn’t told all of the Riders that he’ll be folding in the Titans. So Lily can’t accept a motorcycle from Red’s daughter yet.
    Blowback nods. “Got anything else for me?”
    “That’s it. Let me know if you track down that prospect.”
    Obviously the other man has no doubt that he will. “You’ll be getting a call.”
    I wait until Blowback is gone before asking, “What’s the First Lady clause?”
    Aside from something that obviously pertained to me.
    Saxon all but snarls his response. “It’s nothing to worry about, princess.”
    Sure. That’s why mentioning it makes him look like he wants to shove his boot up someone’s ass. But he must think that he can take care of it. So whatever it is, I’ll trust that it truly will be nothing.
    His jaw hardens again before his expression clears and he smacks my ass. “You feel like riding up to Bend?”
    “What’s in Bend?”
    “A good steakhouse, and your thighs holding me tight for thirty miles.”
    “All right.”
    He grins. “You’re easily persuaded.”
    I can’t even pretend to be chagrined. Because when it comes to Saxon? I really am easy.
    • • •
    Saxon checks his phone as we’re leaving the steakhouse and by the tightening of his jaw, I suspect that Blowback has found the prospect—which means I won’t be going home with him tonight. I’m disappointed, but thirty miles of holding on makes up for a little of it.
    My dad’s at home when we roll in, but he remains scarce while I get my feet on the ground. Still