Free Bad Boys for Hire: Ryker (Bad Boys for Hire #1) by Rachelle Ayala

dicks,” Sherelle insisted. “All that vibration must numb their balls.”
    At that moment, a group of bikers swaggered toward them.
    “Oh, no.” Nikki patted the table. “They heard you, and now there’s going to be trouble.”
    “Tall, dark, and dangerous,” Leanna said, fanning herself. “There’s four of them and five of us, but Jolie doesn’t count, since she’s engaged.”
    Impossible. Terri gulped. The guys had the same brooding dark looks as Ryker, although one sported a full black beard, and the other two were grizzled with facial hair. They wore cuts, or leather vests with patches, including the 1% patch proclaiming them to be an outlaw biker gang. Hiding in back of them was—Ryker?
    “Why hello there, boys.” Leanna primped her hair and jutted her boobs their direction. “Care to buy us a round of drinks?”
    “Well, hello there, sexy ladies.” The lead guy with the full beard leaned over Leanna. “Drinks are on us, and we’ve a bet to settle.”
    “A bet?” Terri muttered, slack jawed and unable to keep her eyes from Ryker.
    He seemed to be giving her some kind of signal, blinking and shaking his head. His lips were pressed into a straight line, and he darted his eyes from the rough looking guys, probably his brothers, to her and then back at them.
    Oh, yeah, she got it all right. He didn’t want her to acknowledge him to his family—didn’t want them to know he’d had anything to do with her. Jerk.
    The bearded guy dragged Ryker to his side. “My brother here thinks you ladies are tourists. I say you’re biker chicks in disguise.”
    “Oh, we’re definitely—” Leanna started, but Terri clamped her palm over her mouth.
    “We’re tourists from Kansas,” Terri answered for her. “The hotel concierge said this place has atmosphere.”
    “We love tourists, don’t we?” The bearded guy rocked on his heels. “How about you ladies go for a moonlight ride with us?”
    Leanna squirmed from Terri’s grasp. “We’d love to, but there’s four of you and five of us.”
    “That’s not a problem, is it?” The bearded guy laughed along with the other two.
    Ryker, meanwhile, looked like he’d swallowed a prune.
    Which deflated Terri’s already hurt pride even more. There was no way he’d want to be seen with her again.
    “I can’t go,” Terri said. “I’m afraid of motorcycles.”
    “So am I,” Nikki chimed in. “Besides, we don’t have helmets.”
    Sherelle looked at her watch and yawned. “I’m jet lagged. I’m telling myself, Sher, you ain’t in Kansas anymore.”
    “Oh, come on, you wusses,” Leanna said. “Jolie, you want to go, don’t you?”
    “I’m not sure if I should,” Jolie said.
    “How about we buy you girls a drink and then you all come with us back to the clubhouse?” the bearded guy said. “By the way, I’m Drake, and these here are my brothers, Thorn, Maddox, and Ryker.”
    “Oh, we know Ry—” Leanna was cut off by a hard elbow from Terri. “Ouch.”
    “We don’t know how to ride, period,” Terri finished for her. “Besides, none of us have helmets.”
    “We’ll be glad to let you ladies have ours,” the brother identified as Thorn said. “We’re Wolves in Shining Armor.”
    Drake snapped his fingers and called for a waitress. “Round of drinks for these lovely ladies.”
    Leanna scooted further into the booth. “Here, guys, sit with us. I’m Leanna, by the way, and this is Jolie, Sherelle, Nikki and Ter—”
    “Ahhh chooo!” Terri sneezed loudly. “I feel terrible, but I have to run. Ahhh chooo! I’m allergic to leather.”
    “You are?” Leanna’s eyes widened. “But I thought you used to ri—”
    “I ride the bus, yes, I’m definitely riding the bus.” Terri shoved her way from the booth. “Ahhh choooo!”
    She thumped her way past Ryker, making sure to hit him square with her body, instead of turning sideways as normal people would when passing someone.
    There, that’ll show him not to toy with her and act