Free In Bed With The Outlaw by Adriana Jones Page A

his beer drenching his beautiful lips. My arousal stirred as I thought about him savoring me like that.
    “Right now, they said it’s urgent.”
    Where did that leave me? I reached out and glanced Red’s hand. He didn’t budge, but grumbled, “All right.” Not moving a muscle, he scanned the room. I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who was confused by him. The suave Bastard standing there looked confused as well.
    “I’ve got her with me.”
    Her. He’s got her. I was just annoying property to him. A thing that can be tossed away when he gets bored.
    I looked so miniscule and weak standing behind the giant biker. These strangers looked like a wild pack of dogs, hungry for new meat. As soon as my protection left, I would be ripped to shreds.
    “She can stay with Rox. She’ll show her around.”
    “That’d be great, Ramos.”
    They started toward the back table. I froze. I was being introduced to the old ladies already? They would ask questions. Lots of questions. I would need to be vetted. Sometimes, especially when I was with Red, I forgot I was undercover. Now it hit me hard.
    “Come on,” he said. When I still didn’t move, he took me by the hand. His touch was welcome. Why couldn’t he just be cool and not so demanding? I knew the answer. He was used to taking whatever he wanted. He wasn’t used to a woman who put up a fight.
    They brought me over to the table, but I still stood behind Red, using his massive size for cover. Ramos waved at one of the women at the table.
    “Rox.”
    The short, spunky girl swung up from her seat. She was Hispanic like Ramos with similar medium-length black hair but with the most impressive natural curls. She had adorable brown eyes, but she wore the jacket and the tight jeans like she could throw a punch. Roxy looked a little younger, about a year or two.
    “Yeah?”
    “Take care of—” Ramos looked to me.
    “Ash,” Red interjected.
    “Take care of Ash. Show her around, introduce her, we’ve got a meeting.”
    Red pushed me softly ahead. He leaned down to my ear, giving me a shiver, and the naughty thought of him taking a bite of it and then doing more.
    “Be good. I’ll be back soon. They’ll be nice if you are.”
    Then, without a word, he was gone, into the back with Ramos. There was a pause as the old ladies looked me over, studying me. It was a tense moment. The next, they were beaming.
    “Hey, name’s Roxy. Have a seat. You want something other than water?”
    I shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose.”
    “They make killer mixed drinks here. Or what do you drink...the heavy stuff? I don’t want to assume.” She tipped a hand onto her hip, looking ultra cool.
    “One of the mixed drinks will be fine,” I said, taking a seat.
    “Cool,” Roxy said. She walked right over, yelled for a drink, and then introduced the ladies, who seemed interested in meeting me, but I remained cautious. I knew these women had their mouths and ears to very powerful and dangerous men. One slip-up and I could be out on my ass.
    Next to me was Joy, who made me even more worried, since she was King’s old lady. She was a busty, confident, and tough blonde. Your typical blonde bombshell. She wore her jacket with pride. When she was introduced, she seemed extremely nice, shaking my hand and telling me that she was glad Red finally brought a real girl to the club. A nice compliment, but I didn’t like the idea of Red bringing around anyone else.
    I wasn’t sure what she meant by real girl, until I picked up on the scorn Joy held for some of the skimpy ones strutting around the club. A few began to gyrate to the jukebox. After senior members went to the late meeting, things were getting rowdier.
    Next in line came Ema, who was Boot’s old lady. A no-nonsense Italian woman, she looked like Joy’s counterpart but with medium-length black hair. She told me, “Pleasure to meet you. You’ll be just fine here, hun,” with a deep, gravely voice.
    Then there was Roxy, the spunky jewel of