Free Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection by Honey Palomino Page A

were streaming in and out of the door, while others were outside, bottles of beer and whiskey clutched in tattooed fists, standing in a circle and cheering on whatever was going on inside.  I couldn’t see through the crowd, but I knew what was there.  I groaned as I took off my helmet, shaking my head to warn Sam that it might not be so pleasant.
    “What’s going on?” she asked.
    “Riot. Slade. They’re fucking idiots,” I said.
    “What are they doing?”  The sound of a loud smack echoed through the trees, followed by a loud raucous cheer from the crowd.
    “Bleeding, probably,” I replied, shaking my head.  “You can see for yourself.  Come on.”  I grabbed her hand, pulling her through the crowd.
    When we broke through, Riot was pinned to the ground and Slade was sitting on top of him.  They were covered in dirt, their bare chests streaked with blood and mud.  Huge smiles stretched across both of their faces, as they beamed at each other through blood-stained teeth.
    “Looks like we got here just in time for the after-fight make out session,” I said, just as Slade jumped off Riot, grabbing Riot’s outstretched hand and hoisted him up to his feet.  They hugged, patting each other on the back hard, and then threw their arms around each other and walked out of the circle.  Another raucous round of cheering erupted from the crowd as they parted to let them pass through. Slade reached down and scooped up a helmet at his feet that was overflowing with crumpled cash.  Victoriously, he held it up over his head as he passed by.
    “Hey, Ryder,” Slade said, grinning. 
    “Hey, Slade. You win today?"
    “Sure did, brother!” he replied.
    “I let this mother fucker win!” Riot said, his cheek smeared with drying blood.  “I can’t stand the sight of his little girl tears when he loses!”
    “Yeah, yeah, you fucks are insane,” I said, turning to Sam.  “You want another drink?”
    “Sure, a beer sounds great,” she replied, as the crowd began thinning out, everyone spreading out around the various bikes parked in front of the house or going inside. 
    I glanced down at her, and felt my heart skip a beat.  Those fucking eyes of hers were going to kill me if I didn’t get a fucking grip on myself.
    I reached down, quickly brushing those full, perfect fucking lips with mine.  She tasted like salt, and I felt my cock swell as I kissed her again.  
    If I hadn’t been so hyper-aware of everyone around us, I would have done a hell of a lot more than kiss her.  But I didn’t.  I stopped. Turned.  Left her there.
    Like an asshole.

    CHAPTER FOURTEEN
    Grace

    I looked around as Ryder walked inside, feeling completely at a loss with what to do with myself.
    I spotted Cherry and Tiff on the porch, leaning against the railing, and I walked over to them.  Tiff smiled and Cherry squinted her eyes, her gaze traveling from my head to my toes.
    “Well, well, well,” she slurred, her eyes bloodshot and watery, “if it isn’t Sleeping Beauty!”
    “Sam,” I said.  “You can call me Sam.”
    “Sam?  Did you remember who you are then?” Tiff asked, excitedly.
    “Oh, no,” I said, looking away, wishing that I had. “Nothing’s come back.  Ryder and I just decided I needed a name in the meantime.”
    “Ryder and I?” Cherry snarled. Her lip curled and she looked at me with disgust.  
    “Um, well…” I wasn’t sure how to respond to her.  She was obviously completely wasted.
    “So, now you and Ryder are ‘Ryder and I’?” she asked, making air quotation marks with her hands.  She lost her balance as she let go of the post, and swayed against Tiff.  Tiff barely caught her, saving her from crashing down the front steps.
    “You know,” she said, leaning in to me, her breath stinking of cigarettes and whiskey. “Ryder doesn’t do that.”
    “Doesn’t do what?” I asked.
    “Relationships!” she spat out the word, and I moved away from her.  “He’s not the “Ryder and