Free Jerk: Delinquent Rebels MC by Evelyn Glass

against her, she did it. Whatever worked to help make the feel of his lips on her skin fade—she did.
     
    Despite seeing Van at the last farmers’ market she went to, April threw on a floor-length strapless maxi dress, the fabric loose and flowy, grabbed her reusable shopping bags, and took a stroll down to the stands. Even with Van there, the market had been a good distraction from the routine of her life lately, and she was desperate to pick up some fresh strawberries again; the ones she’d bought last time were practically orgasmic.
     
    She kept her head down, focused on perusing the stalls without making direct eye contact with anyone. However, no matter how hard she tried and pretended to look and be busy, lost in her own world to ward off potential conversation from acquaintances, she couldn’t fool Van. Halfway through her shopping trip, she spotted him coming toward her through the crowd, a scowl on his face. She froze on the spot, panicking, before turning and ducking back into the throngs of people in the parking lot marketplace.
     
    It didn’t help that he was practically a giant and towered over half the people there. Plus, her sandals were not conducive for a hasty retreat. Somehow she managed to get back to the sidewalk along Main Street without him catching her, and instead of heading north back up to her mom’s apartment, she turned right and went south, hoping to lose him by doing the unexpected.
     
    Annoyed that her shopping distraction had been ruined once again by Van’s surprise appearance, April stalked along the sidewalk, her hands in fists, and carried on without a clear idea as to where she was going. The longer she walked, the more the sky clouded, a once perfectly sunny morning slowly turning gray on her. The winds picked up, whipping her dress around, and she was pleased that she only had a few things her bags; carrying heavy items in a punishing wind was no fun.
     
    When she heard the distant rumble of thunder, coming from somewhere far along the valley beyond the lake, April debated turning back and heading for home. The air had thickened with pre-storm humidity, and she hated the idea of seeking shelter under a tree or in a bus stop to wait out the worst of it.
     
    However, just as she was about to cross the street to walk back to her mom’s place, the sidewalk cutting off some twenty feet from her in favor of a gravelly roadside shoulder, she heard the familiar roar of a motorcycle.
     
    Of course.
     
    She certainly didn’t need to look back to check who was following her, and instead of crossing the street like she intended, April carried on forward. The wind rustled the trees on either side of the road, the great sycamores and pines towering well-above her head, and she wondered if she might lose him if she slipped between their thick trunks.
     
    “April!” His voice carried over the sound of his engine, as he slowed beside her, and she faced forward, as if fascinated by the horizon. “What are you doing?”
     
    “Walking,” she shouted back, her eyes narrowing. “Am I not allowed to walk anywhere?”
     
    “This is stupid.”
     
    Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she picked up the pace to a near jog, hoping he might get the hint. It was then that the skies finally decided they’d had enough of holding all that rainwater, and she felt the first few fat drops hit her face as Van puttered along behind her. This was stupid—she knew that. It was petty and juvenile, but she hadn’t expected him to go to such great lengths to follow her.
     
    If only she’d turned left instead of right; she could be back in her mom’s apartment by now, safe and dry, separated from Van by the security code at the door that everyone needed to punch in.
     
    But then again, he’d gotten in once before, though she hoped it was because a neighbor had felt sorry for him and let him inside.
     
    “Just go away,” she cried over the motorcycle’s rumbling, rolling her eyes when she