Free Asher: Heartless Devils MC by Kathryn Thomas

him.
     
    “Can you wait here for two seconds? I just need to get something from my car,” she winked at him and stroked his face with her finger, softly grazing his lip before standing up.
     
    He smiled back up at her knowingly, and she dreaded to think what he thought she was getting. She moved casually to the door, purposefully skipping a step to make her seem tipsy. She smiled back at him, as she opened the door and slipped out into the warm night air. Quick as she could, she donned her jacket, slipped her keys out of her pocket, and headed for her bike.
     
    “Skipping out on me, girl?” came a shout from behind her.
     
    She whipped her head around to see that Graham had followed her and was stumbling across the parking lot towards her. She turned back toward her goal, picking up her pace and kicking herself for not parking the bike closer. She didn’t want to show fear by running though when she heard his pounding feet she tried to sprint for her Harley, but it was too late. He slammed into her back, knocking her down and causing her face to crash into the pavement. She could feel Graham’s full weight pressing down on her, compressing her chest until could barely breathe, and with each heaving breath, she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her ribs. Grimacing against the pain and struggling to breathe, she hoped she hadn’t broken a rib in her fall.
     
    One of her hands was crushed beneath her, pressing into the sore spot in ribs, but the other was free. “Get off me, you fuck!” she screamed as she tried to reach the phone in her jacket pocket.
     
    “Thought we were going to head out to your car for a little fun, baby girl,” he grunted, thrusting his hips against her. “Well, I guess we can still do that. I bet you’ll love it,” he chuckled a bit to himself, before sitting up on her back.
     
    She felt one of his hands press down on her neck and heard his other go for his belt buckle. Her heart was pounding in her throat, as she desperately scrabbled for her phone. She couldn’t work up the breath to scream again, and her vision was starting to darken.
     
    He was just starting to tug at the back of her pants when his weight was suddenly gone. She heard a heavy thump, the meaty sound of a flesh meeting flesh, then a thud. She quickly rolled over, preparing to run, only to find Asher standing above her. Graham was on the ground, but starting to slowly rise.
     
    Asher kicked him hard in the ribs with the same meaty sound, the force of the impact nearly lifting Graham off the ground and tumbling him onto his side. “Stay down, you dirty sonofabitch!” he snarled in a deep southern drawl, then spat on him for good measure, as the would-be-rapist curled into a fetal position. “Where I come from, we don’t treat ladies like that!”
     
    He bent to help Jenny to her feet, shaking his head at her when she started to speak, and nodded to her bike. “Go, I’ll catch up. Then follow me,” he muttered under his breath.
     
    She nodded, shaken by what had happened, and staggered to bike, bent over slightly as her ribs sang. She secured her helmet.  Then, gritting her teeth as she reached for the handlebars, she thumbed the Harley to life and eased by.
     
    As soon as she was past, Asher gave Graham another hard kick. “No sick bastard is going to screw around with my girl, you got it?” he said low and dangerous but laying on the accent. He kicked Graham one last time for good measure before moving to his bike. He dropped into the saddle, quickly donned his helmet, and started the bike as he stood it upright. He kicked the bike into first, and with a firm twist of his right hand, rocketed away in pursuit of Jenny.
     
    He soon caught her and pulled in beside her. She was hunched over to the right slightly, but didn’t seem to be in any excessive stress or pain. As she looked at him, he gestured for her to follow him. They rumbled through the darkness, keeping the speeds low so Jenny didn’t have to