Free Ryker Fallen Angel's MC 3 by Erin Trejo Page B

kiss her cheek. Turning towards Jersey I nod towards the door. The girl follows orders well; I guess that’s a good thing.
    Jersey follows me over to the bike before she stands there looking slightly nervous.
    Stuffing the bags down in the saddle bags, I grab the helmet I had Joey pick up for her. It’s black like mine with flaming pink skulls. I figured if she was going to riding with me now she needed her own helmet.
    “Pink skulls huh?” She smiles up at me holding the helmet in her hands.
    “Hell yeah. You are all girly and shit. If you don’t like it, I can get you a different one.” Closing my eyes, I need to listen to myself. When did I become such a pussy?
    “No. I love it. Thank you.” Her hand comes to rest on my chest as I suck in a breath. Swallowing hard, I open my eyes before I grab her helmet and slide it on her head then doing the same with mine.
    I climb on before Jersey follows. Her little arms wrap around me so naturally. Fuck me! The way her little fingers drag over my stomach, I can’t handle this shit. I reach down and grab her hands holding them tightly against me. If she keeps moving them, I’m bound to fuck her on this bike before we ever get to the apartment.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 22
    Pulling into the parking lot I pull up in front of my apartment. I kill the engine before Jersey untangles her arms from around my waist. Climbing off I have a surreal feeling that surrounds me. I can’t believe that I’m bringing my so called wife in here.
    “You ok?” Jersey’s hand comes down on my arm as I look over at her.
    “Yeah, I’m good. It’s just a little strange.” Jersey nods her head and I know this has to be far worse for her than it is for me. Shaking myself out of the state I’m in, I pull the bags out and head towards the door.
    “It ain’t much but it’s home. No one knows that I live here so it’s safe.” Jersey follows me inside as I flip on a few lights. I set the bags on the table before hearing her giggle behind me. I spin around to look at her as she looks around the room.
    “What’s funny?” Her eyes come up to meet mine. God the heat that radiates from her just knocks the breath out of me.
    “I didn’t expect it to be so clean.” Ok, I’ll give her that one. For the most part my room at the club is a fucking mess but in my house, I like to keep things in their place.
    “Am I that fuckin’ much of a pig?” Cracking a grin at her, she shakes her head.
    “I just didn’t expect a single biker to be this neat.” Chuckling a little I can see what she means by that.
    “Well, I can be a neat freak too. Depends on my mood. I just like knowing my shit is in place.” Grabbing the bags, I head down the hallway towards the bedroom. I didn’t hear Jersey follow behind me but when I put the bags down I feel her hands wrap around my waist. My dick instantly knows her touch but closing my eyes I blow out a breath. I need to stop this with her.
    “We can’t keep doin’ this sweetheart. You’re too young for me for one, and I need to make sure you’re safe.” Jersey doesn’t seem to care what I say though as her fingers find their way under my shirt. Shit the fire that explodes on my skin from her touch is hypnotic.
    I turn to face her as her fingers slide over my skin like they were made to be there.
    “Playin’ with the devil is dangerous darlin’.” Jersey licks her lips and I want to fucking die. I want nothing more than to pull out my bag of toys and fuck the hell out of this girl.
    “Danger excites me.” Jesus Christ the things she can do to me with just her words. Shaking my head, she beams up at me.
    “You have your whole life ahead of you.” I can’t finish what I’m saying. Her nails drag over my skin and I lose all control again.  There’s nothing left in me. I reach down and rip the front of her shirt open before moving to her jeans. That little voice in the back of my head is on repeat telling me to stop this