Free Stone Cold: An MC Erotic Romance by Kristin Fletcher

 
    STONE COLD
    CHAPTER ONE
     
    Chad "Gypsy" McGill guided his V-Rod Harley to the first exit coming into El Paso near ten o’clock in the evening. The road signs suggested a diner ahead, and he was tired and hungry after nearly twenty hours on the road. He needed a break. Victoria, his 21-year-old lover riding behind him, shifted her weight to look past his shoulder.
     
    “Diner,” Chad told her, as they came up the exit to the crossroad.
     
    “Good,” she shouted back, and gave him a squeeze.
     
    The diner was a typical all night truck-stop type serving the standard American fare which was fine with Chad. He pulled the bike into a stall close to the front doors and shut-down the engine. The large bike purred into silence without complaint.
     
    Eager to get off the backseat, Victoria alighted to the pavement and then rubbed her finely curved ass and long legs, while twisting her back and hips a bit, “That was a long run.” She sighed as Chad got off the bike and stretched his back.
     
    “Almost there. We have about 20 miles to go. From here we cross the border into Mexico, drive through Juarez and into the outskirts of the city. Cesario’s home is in the suburbs.”
     
    “With a bed, right?” She grinned, taking his hand and letting him guide her into the diner.
     
    “God I hope so,” he nodded. “You did alright. I was sure I was going to be dropping you at a hotel by the time we got through Arizona, and leaving you there. You’re tougher than you look.” She was too, he decided. She was only five-foot-six and weighing in around 130, or less. Blonde, blue-eyed and well curved, she didn’t feel especially strong or resilient. Tight? Yes. There was very little jiggle to her. But tough? Tough wasn’t a word he believed anyone would use to describe her, but it was a word he was beginning to consider the longer they were together.
     
    She gave him a serious look as they slid into a booth together, “Would you have really left me alone in a hotel, while you continued on to meet up with Mike?”
     
    Nodding his head he scanned the plastic menu sheet laying on the table, “Afraid so. Mike said he needed me there right away.”
     
    “And Mike is the president of your club, so you do what he says,” she added a little accusingly.
     
    He glanced at her, “That’s right. If I can’t be depended on, then what’s the point of being in a club at all? But you stayed on so it’s a non-issue, right?”
     
    She grinned, “I had to. Those bitches at the Drunken Maiden would never have let me live it down if I gave up.”
     
    “Hmm?”
     
    “Kathy and them,” she added. “They’ve been giving me shit about not being worth your time, since I wasn’t a serious rider like they were. Said my little ass couldn’t take more than a hundred miles.”
     
    “Your ass already took everything I needed it to,” he mused with a wry grin, as the waitress came over for their order.
     
    Victoria was blushing when she gave her order, and played with her spoon. Chad liked the look of it. She had an attractive innocence about her, he really didn’t want to see taken away. After giving his order, and waiting for the waitress to return with their drinks, he said, “Well, we’ve come almost fifteen hundred in 20 hours. That’s a long hard ride for anyone. So you have nothing more to prove to Kathy and the others. Not that you had anything to begin with.”
     
    She shifted a little in her seat and took a long drink of water, and frowned a little, “Says you. Kathy wants you bad. So does Beth.” 
     
    “I don’t want Kathy,” he said, looking out of the diner window into the night, and checking his bike.
     
    “She doesn’t care,” she told him. “Remember the party? She was all over you.”
     
    He laughed a little, and nodded his head in agreement, “You took care of it though. Shocked her, the way you flew at her. I thought you were going to scratch her eyes out.”
     
    Victoria looked fierce for