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

“Is this yours?”
    He smiled. “Yeah.”
    “It’s nice,” I said, running my hand over the soft leather. It looked expensive and new, almost like it had never been worn before. It also didn’t look like something a biker would wear. It was much more… formal.
    “My grandmother bought it for me a couple years ago for Christmas. She said I needed to have something classier to wear when I went out on dates,” he said and then chuckled. 
    “Well, she has very good taste.”
    “She does.” His smiled turned grim. “She’s also one of the few people I know in my family who actually gives a shit.”
    “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”
    “It’s okay. I wasn’t asking for sympathy. I guess I was thinking out loud, again. I do that a lot.”
    “No problem. I do that, too.”
    He pushed his hair behind his ears. “So, where do you live, darlin’?”
    I bit my lower lip, thinking about how loud his Harley was. It would more than likely wake up every one of the blue-hairs in the neighborhood, and there were plenty. My mom would never let me hear the end of it. Plus, she didn’t like bikers. They scared her. Going home suddenly didn’t seem like such a great idea.
    “To tell you the truth, I don’t know if I should go home right now,” I said. “It’s late and my mom will wake up. I don’t want to have to explain…”
    He looked surprised. “You live with your mom?”
    I raised my chin. “Yeah. I’m in college. It’s easier and more affordable.”
    He chuckled. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Kitten. I’m not judging you. College is expensive.”
    I relaxed. “You can say that again. So, um, maybe you could drive me back to Krystal’s?”
    “That’s probably not going to work. I just spoke to Tank. Krystal’s at his house.”
    I sighed. “Really?”
    “Yep. She got a lift back to his place from some girl named Tiffany. Tank said Krystal had been under the impression that you were getting a ride home. I’m pretty sure she’s passed out now with all of the shit she had to drink.”
    “It was supposed to have been me who was going to give her a ride home. But,” I frowned, “I got sick and Jason was supposed to take me home.
    Trevor’s eyes hardened. “Obviously, that wasn’t the fucker’s only intent.”
    “Apparently not. I guess I can’t go back Krystal’s house then.”
    “No sweat. You can stay at my place,” he said. “In the guestroom, of course,” he said, when I gave him a doubtful look.
    “Are you sure?” I answered, not knowing if that was a good idea. But, he did say “guest” room.
    “Of course I’m sure,” he said. He got on his bike and kicked up the kickstand. “Let’s go.”
    I walked over and stood next to him, feeling nervous.
    “Hop on,” he said, nodding toward the seat behind him.
    “To be honest, I’ve never been on one of these before.”
    “Don’t worry, you’re going to love it.”
    I smiled weakly. “Okay.”
    “Just get on behind me. Wait a second,” he said, pointing to my purse. “Put this around your neck and shoulder. Then zip up the jacket.”
    I did what he said and then slid my leg over the seat, straddling the bike.
    “Put your feet there,” he said, pointing down to the footrests.
    “Okay. How’s your foot, by the way?”
    “It’s a little tender, but nothing to worry about.”
    “Good.”
    “I almost forgot, put this on,” he said, handing me a black helmet. “Just in case.”
    I slipped it on and buckled it.
    He grabbed one of my hands and put it around his waist. “Hold onto me tightly now. With both hands. I don’t want to lose you.”
    “Yeah, well, I don’t want you to lose me, either,” I replied dryly, putting both hands around him.
    “If it’s more comfortable, you can slide your hands under my jacket. You might get a better grip.”
    “Okay,” I replied, not seeing why it would make that much of a difference.
    When my hands touched his bare skin, he stiffened up. “Damn, you’ve got