Free Taming The Biker - A MC Biker Romantic Suspense Story by K.L. Middleton, Cassie Alexandra

drank anything all night. Then I guess I passed out. When I woke up, he had his hands all over me.”
    “Where is this fucker?” I growled, wanting to kill the bastard. It sounded like Adriana had been slipped some kind of a date-rape drug. “The guy who did this to you?”
    “Jason? I don’t know. He left. Okay, I’m at Pinefield Rest Area. Do you know where that is?”
    “No,” I said, trying to calm down. “But, I’ll find it. I’m leaving right now.”
    “Thanks, Raptor,” she said softly.
    “Call me Trevor,” I said, surprised at myself.
    “Thanks, Trevor.”
    “Watch for me. I’ll get there as soon as possible.”
    “Okay.”
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
     

    I hung up and went to the restroom facility to try and clean myself up a little, but it was locked. 
    “Nice,” I mumbled, slinging my purse over my shoulder. I walked around the building to a picnic table and sat down. Then I took out a compact mirror and cringed at my reflection. My makeup was smeared and my eyes were red-rimmed from crying. Sighing, I tried to rub as much of the dark makeup off of my face before Trevor arrived and saw how awful I looked.
    Trevor.
    Although his street name Raptor was cool, I really liked his real name, Trevor. Plus, he seemed like a decent enough guy. When I’d told him about Jason, he sounded like he wanted to throttle the guy. It actually made me feel good. That and the fact that he was willing to drive out here to pick me up at such a ridiculous hour. I just hoped it wasn’t for sex. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if he took me back to his place and demanded I put out, to repay him. Like Jason. It was obvious Jason had wanted me to give him a blow-job. The idea started my stomach rolling all over again. Pushing away any more thoughts of that asshole, I shoved my mirror back into my purse and zipped it back up. Then I laid my head down on my arms. Fortunately, the fresh air and throwing up all over Jason had made my tummy feel better, but I was still so tired. So tired that I eventually nodded off again.
    I woke up hearing the sound of a motorcycle in the distance. Wiping the drool from my lips, I grabbed my purse, hurried over to the parking lot, and stood under a light. When I saw Trevor driving toward me on his Harley, I felt such a sense of relief that I almost started crying again.
    He stopped next to me and put his kickstand down, leaving the bike running. As he got off, I noticed that he wore only faded blue jeans and a black leather jacket without a shirt. His long hair was loose and windblown. In fact, he almost looked like he’d just gotten out of bed, but, truthfully, I’d never seen anyone look so good. At that moment, he was my knight-in-shining-armor and my stomach was all butterflies.
    “You okay, darlin’?” he asked, studying my face.
    I tried keeping a stiff upper lip, but it was hard. My emotions were all over the place. I was jittery, scared of what had happened with Jason, and yet so happy to see Trevor, that my legs felt like they were going to give out. “Yeah. I’m better. Now that you’re here and can give me a lift.”
    He looked around and then back at me. “He just dumped you off here? In the middle of nowhere?”
    I nodded and then felt my lip quivering.
    Trevor’s eyes softened. He opened up his arms and stepped toward me. “It’s okay, Adriana. You’re safe, now.”
    “Thanks,” I squeaked, as his arms wrapped around me. I closed my eyes, surprised at how much comfort a stranger could offer. But, he was big and strong and I could tell by the look in his eyes that his concern was genuine. It made me trust him that much more.
    After a few seconds, he released me and then walked back over to his bike. He opened up one of the saddlebags and pulled out another leather jacket.
    “Here,” he said, holding it out. “It’s chilly out here. You’re going to need it for the ride.”
    “Thanks,” I replied, grabbing the black jacket. I put it on and zipped it up.