Free Forbidden (Motorcycle Club Romance): Trista and Blaze 1 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club) by Savannah Rylan

ONE
    Freedom and family. The two things the open road gave me.
    The roar of the engine died down as I shut off my machine. My Harley was only five years old but she needed a little work. I frowned when I noticed a rust spot on the back. Probably had been blood that stayed on there too long. I stood up and took off my helmet, shaking out my long dark hair in the early evening. Looking in the rearview mirror, I adjusted my hair to appear fuller, not that it needed much help.
    My hand brushed against my latest tat, a raven at the base of my neck. The symbol for the Fallen Idols MC. I was a member. A total lifer. A one percenter. The Fallen Idols had been my home since I was a baby. My parents had helped established the place, and I'd been raised as an outlaw. Sure, we did charity shit and fixed cars, but that wasn't who we were.
    Tonight, however, I wasn’t a Fallen Idol. I was just a girl looking for a man. It wasn’t that I wasn’t proud to wear the cut, but sometimes it freaked guys out, so tonight, I just had on a typical black leather jacket. It zipped up just below my breasts, which were barely spilling over the top.
    I walked across the dark macadam into my favorite biker bar. The Rusty Bucket was a hell hole, but they served good drinks, and the view of the water was awesome during a sunset. Sometimes, I just came here to drink, and sometimes I came for a good time. Tonight, I needed that good time.
    It had been a while since I’d been with anybody. And I certainly wasn’t the type of girl to keep a steady boyfriend. I just couldn’t afford that lifestyle. People died around me. I didn’t want someone who I cared about to be one of them. I had enough people to protect as it was. So I was just looking for a good fuck. A girl’s allowed a little adventure.
    As soon as I entered, I noticed a few men with their eyes on my curves. Swaying my hips as I walked, I made my way over to the bar. I was hopeful I wouldn’t have to pay for any drinks. It only took a moment before some bigger guy sat next to me. He had tats up his arms and was bald. A little too old for me. Also he was easily three times the size of me, and I was no tiny girl.
    “You look like you could use a drink.”
    I shrugged. “You might be right.”
    He dragged his finger down the length of my arm, and I pulled away slightly. He gave me a bad feeling.
    “If I buy you a drink, what’s it going to get me?”
    Yuck. Nothing was the honest answer. “You know what? I’ll buy my own drink.”
    “That doesn’t make sense.” His tone had changed from playful to annoying. And I wasn’t fucking having it.
    Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. “It really doesn’t. But her getting a drink from you? That doesn’t make sense either.”
    I could hold my own, but I liked the sound of the guy behind me.
    The bald guy stood up. “You got a problem with me getting her a drink, boy?”
    I turned around on the stool to see a tall thicker built guy behind me. He had a dark blonde faux hawk, and bulging muscles under a grey t-shirt. His tatted arms had me more than interested. His deep voice set me on edge, in a good way. He sounded tough, my kind of man. My pussy started clenching just looking at him. Baldie didn’t stand a chance.
    “As a matter of a fact, I do.” One swing from the stranger was all it took before big Baldie was on the floor. As he went to recover, I put my heeled boot on his chest.
    “Stay down, tiger. I’ve found my date.”
    No one in the bar moved; they just kept doing their nightly routine. Drinking, smoking¸ and making fucking plans. I was ready to make mine.
    I grabbed my purse. “What’s your name, stranger?”
    “Blaze, yours?”
    “Kelly.” That sounded good for tonight. Trista might tip him off to who I really was. A badass MC member. Blaze, that sounded familiar though. I couldn’t figure out why.
    “Well, Kelly, you want a drink? Or should we get out of here?”
    I liked how fast he moved.
    “Let’s go.” I