Free Taking It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 6) by Kati Wilde Page A

flush—but, hell. It’s Sunday morning and she’s confessing TMI everywhere. I might as well, too. “You’ve probably heard about my issues.”
    Because apparently everyone in town has. Lily proves to be no exception. “I might have heard something like ‘skittish’ and ‘freezes up with men.’”
    “That’s me. So in college I tried it without men.” And found out I’m as straight as a board. “It was nice but the burn wasn’t there, you know? And I can get ‘nice’ with a vibrator. So...” I trail off with a shrug.
    “Yeah,” she says, but she’s suddenly frowning.
    Crap. Did I just stick my foot in it? “Not that a woman and a vibrator are the same,” I quickly add. “I just don’t look at one and think, ‘Damn, I need you now.’”
    “I get it. I’m just wondering how the hell we started talking about this.” She frowns at her coffee cup. “Am I still drunk? How the fuck did we get on this?”
    “You hooked up with club pussy and her panties were stuffed in my seat.”
    “Oh, yeah. Shit. Good times.” She grins again. “So what kind of bike are you hiding out there?”
    • • •
    It’s a ten year old softail with black and silver paint accented by gleaming chrome. Pretty, if standard. Nothing like Lily’ s custom chopper was.
    “It’s mostly stock,” I say as Lily pulls on her kutte and crouches beside it. “My dad tweaked it a little, but I don’t take it out much, so—”
    “ Shh, Jenny . This girl and I are getting to know each other.” She rubs the leather seat. “Hey, baby.”
    I shake my head but I get it. My dad’s the same way. I like bikes, but I don’t love them. Lily does.
    She glances over at my dad’s custom ride. “Do you think he’ll care if I get close?”
    “God, you’re cheating on mine already? Go on. He won’t care.”
    “Oh, my heart.” She spends a long time simply circling it. With a sigh, she looks up, her gaze running the length of the garage, lingering over my dad’s equipment. I don’t come out here much, but even I know it’s a sweet garage. “I want to live out here.”
    “Maybe you will. Or at least you won’t be too far if the Riders move to the clubhouse.”
    “Aw, yeah. Moving out to the ranch. You know, I always thought I should have been a cowboy—kicking sparks out of stone with my bare toes and making lassos out of rattlesnakes. I’d have been the toughest leathery bitch ever.” She bats her eyelashes. “You could be my girl.”
    “Until a big horse gets between your legs.”
    She snorts out a laugh but her smile fades as she looks past me. I glance over. A big man with red hair that’s going gray, my dad’s standing in the doorway connecting the garage to the house, holding a coffee mug in one hand. Though he’s wearing a T-shirt and jeans, he’s still in his bare feet so he hasn’t been up long.
    “Lily,” he greets her easily.
    “Sir.”
    Her response is stiff. I don’t know why, but I suppose there could be a hundred reasons. She’s a Hellfire Rider in Titan territory. But more likely, it’s because of the bad blood that used to flow between her dad and mine. God knows what she’s heard about him all her life.
    He looks to me. “I was just about to cook up some breakfast. You heading out to the barn?”
    My brewery. I renovated an old barn on the property and that’s what we’ll probably always call it. The barn. “In a few minutes,” I say. “Lily’s going to borrow my ride. So if you see her, don’t chase her down and beat her up or anything.”
    His mouth kicks up in amusement. “I’ll try to control myself.” His gaze slides over to Lily again. “I heard about your bike. A damn shame what that little punk did.”
    “I took care of him, sir.”
    “I heard you did. You have any trouble with this one, give me a holler.”
    “I will.”
    He nods. “You riding out to the Barracks tomorrow with the rest of us?”
    “I am.”
    They lost me. “The Barracks?”
    That’s an old Titan