Free 4 Horsemen (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) by Ava Bonde Page B

just wash off. Maybe, deep down, I was a little jealous. Not that I was going to tell her that.
    “Those guys are trouble mom.”
    “The best kind of trouble.”
    No stopping it, once the bad boy worship started, my mother would see it through to the bitter end. It wouldn’t be all bad though… Some twisted part of me looked forward to seeing her big biker again.
    “I don’t think you should see them anymore,” I said, unconvincingly.
    “Well that’s too bad, because I invited one over tonight.”
    “Mom, you have to work tomorrow.”
    “Like that’s going to stop me baby.”
    I just shook my head. Mom was on a path of self destruction. I’d be out of this house in just another year or two, max. There was nothing to do but suck it up and let it happen.
    “Oh don’t be such a prude. At least one of us knows how to get a man. Maybe you should pay attention.”
    “That’s enough, mom.”
    I fumed inside, but she wasn’t going to put me off. I went right on working on an essay for my economics class. If I wanted a man I could get one. I’d seen the looks guys gave me around campus. Just because I was saving myself for something a little better…
    Except, I wasn’t. Truth be told the boys around college just weren’t all that attractive. Call me a product of a broken home, but I always took more interest in a more dangerous breed. I was too smart to fall for it though. The tattoos and the big scary muscles, the devil-may-cry attitude. I’d lusted after it. My smarts kept me from doing something stupid, but a whole other part of me disagreed with that decision. Maybe I could let my hair down every once in awhile, step outside my comfort zone. Meet someone like…
    Like the biker from last night.
    The thought shocked me. Memories of bringing myself to orgasm thinking about that big scary man washed across my mind as I chewed on my mechanical pencil. He was off limits though. That was mom’s newest conquest, and he was coming over.
    Tonight.
    I shook the crazy thoughts out of my head, gathering up my things to get to class. Maybe I could lose myself in my books. Maybe I could forget all about the man and his motorcycle.
    Maybe not.
    The school day flew by at a pace even I was uncomfortable with. Economics and accounting both blew right on by, and I hardly heard a word the nerdy old professor was saying. I had other things on my mind as I kept right on chewing on that mechanical pencil. By the end of the afternoon, it was totally ruined.
    “Penny, would you care to give us an example of a deflationary event.”
    I shook my head, staring in a foggy stupor.
    “Excuse me?”
    “Is anyone who is paying attention willing to answer my question?”
    I turned red, sitting there with the pencil sticking out of my lips, my teeth grinding at the plastic. The class laughed. I had to get out of here. It was already getting dark as I excused myself to get some air, feigning illness with the professor. Two more evening classes were ahead of me, I wasn’t supposed to get home until almost 10:00… Slipping behind the wheel of my car I felt a naughty little streak rising up inside. Maybe he would be there when I got home…
    My little car raced as I drove. I couldn’t really explain why I felt the need to get there so quickly, but there was just a hint of fascination I had to satisfy. The motorcycle in the driveway confirmed his presence. Parking on the roadside I crept up, eyeballing the big bike. It was black and chrome, no fancy paintings or tassels, this bike was all business. The engine didn’t look normal, almost every piece on it looked like it was replaced with something shinier. The seat was wide up front, but toward the back it narrowed and had a surprising arch to it. I wondered about it briefly, before realizing the intended purpose. That was where I would ride, and that hard little arch would sit right between my legs, just above the big vibrating engine.
    Shuddering, I pulled myself away from the motorcycle