Free Biker Chicks: An Anthology of Hot MC Romance by A.J. Downey Page A

hesitate, or stop to think that maybe this was a bad idea. It wasn’t in my DNA.
    “I think so!” he called back over Betsy’s rhythmic chug.
    “What’s your name?”
    “Kyle, you?”
    “Dreamer, get on! I’ll get us to the next town, we’ll see if we can’t get you some help.”
    “Thank you, Dreamer; I appreciate it.” He got onto the back of my bike and did everything right. I smiled, and checked him out in my rearview. He seemed a little at a loss as to where to put his hands.
    “Hold on to me, Kyle. I appreciate you’re a gentleman, but I ain’t no lady!” He laughed and put his arms around my waist, I squeezed the clutch, put her into gear and we moved out onto the deserted highway.
    The nearest town was a small one and high enough in elevation that there was already snow on the ground. The small roadside inn was a bit worrying, the parking lot awfully full, but the ‘no’ part of the vacancy sign remained unlit, so I held out hope that we would score a couple of rooms.
    “Wait here, I’ll get us some rooms.”
    “Thanks,” he grunted. He got off my bike so I could, and I leaned her onto her kickstand. I got off and turned and he gave me a weak smile. He looked like he was a hurting unit, so I made double time into the office.
    “I need a couple of rooms,” I said smiling at the young kid who was inn keeper for the night.
    “Wish I could help you out, Miss, but I only have one.” He looked apologetic and it was kind of adorbs…
    “Two beds?” I asked hopefully.
    “Nope, a single queen and it’s a smoker’s room.”
    “Shit, well, I’ve been in worse and beggars can’t be choosers. I’ll take it.” I looked out the window toward Betsy; Kyle leaning heavily on her, his butt planted firmly on her seat, legs stretched out in front of him, head bowed. He cradled an arm up against his body, like his ribs hurt, and I chewed my bottom lip.
    He probably should go to a hospital and get checked out, laying your bike down was seriously no joke. I know, I’d been there, not counting the sudden stop into the side of that Toyota. The first time I ever laid my bike I’d walked away with some shredded leathers, a hell of a bruise and one scrape that thankfully hadn’t left much of a scar. I let my eyes roam up and down Kyle while the kid behind the counter printed paperwork and ran my card through. A flicker of light made Kyle turn his head as the ‘no’ lit up on the vacancy sign out front. My eyes had been drawn to it too.
    “Thanks,” I said, signing my life away and snatching the key off the counter.
    “Have a good night,” the kid said and I went back out into the frosty air.
    “Only one room and one bed, that going to be a problem?”
    Kyle looked me up and down, “Not hardly,” he said with a rakish grin.
    “Cool, let’s get in there and get you looked at.”
    I dug through my saddle bag and came up with my canvas haversack, which pretty much held one change of clothes, two if I got creative on how I wore things. From the other side, I dug out my first aid kit, which was also canvas and had quite the assortment of things I thought I would never need. Let’s hear it for being over prepared. It wasn’t exactly a necessity in my line of work, but whatever.
    “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.”
    Kyle pushed heavily to his feet and followed me down the bottom floor row of rooms. I stuck the key in the lock of room 106 and let us in. The room reeked of stale cigarettes and was somewhat stifling but I ignored it.
    “This was the only room they had,” I mentioned for his benefit.
    He grunted, “No worries, thanks for this.”
    “No problem, I’m sort of worried you need a hospital though, Dude.”
    “Nah, I’ll be sore in the morning, that’s for sure, but I don’t think there’s anything broken and there doesn’t seem to be anything a hot shower won’t fix.
    “Sit down, and let me have a look at that cut.”
    His generous mouth, now that I could actually see him