Free The Rider's Dangerous Embrace (An Interracial Bad Boy Romance Story) by Nicole Jordan

she couldn’t tell who was talking when.
    “Hold on, let me get a seat, and my phone, I can take better notes that way.” Jayda grabbed a stool and pulled her phone out of her pocket, sliding the stylus out from the side.
    “Why you need one of those things for, won’t a pen and paper work better?” Someone asked, and the rest of the men chuckled.
    “Damn, that thing costs more than a months pay for me, I bet it does every damn thing.” Another voice echoed.
    Shit, hadn’t thought about that.
    “Damn, it isn’t working. You got a pen and a piece of paper?” She asked Dustin, who was quick to retrieve one. It was a lie, but seemed to cut some of the tension.
    She wasn’t expecting so many people talking all at once, but after a little organization, she was able to fully engage her riders, and Luke was right.
    She could see the respect in their eyes.
    It was late afternoon before she got finished writing down every single request that was made. Some of them unlikely, but others valid.
    It was a lot to take in, and when she finally stood up, she felt her anxiety grip hold of her, making her stagger.
    Luke was there in a moment, rescuing her from the panic that threatened to take over, pulling her away from the group, and walked her back behind the barn, away from prying eyes.
    He was different, the businessman in him gone, replaced by a protective man who was full of emotion. Red hot, deep, soulful emotion. It lit something in her, a spark that had been doused too many times before.
    She didn’t expect him to care.
    “You okay, Jayda?” He asked, pulling her into him, examining her face, both hands on her cheeks, his eyes searching hers.
    She didn’t think, she just leaned into one of those hands and breathed in his scent. Before she realized what she was doing she laid a kiss on that palm. Her body was quaking, her desire clear from the very stiff, attentive nipples that poked through her silky top. This was not going as planned.
    “Wanna go some place else?” He asked, before kissing her jawline. It was a gentle kiss but it fueled her body like gasoline to a fire.
    “Yes.”
    It was all she had to say, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. He wasn’t kind about the way he pushed through the crowd, not bothering to pardon himself. As soon as they recognized him their outrage went silent.
    Apparently the man had a reputation.
    The sea of bodies was enough to make Jayda feel claustrophobic. She could feel the tightness in her chest, squeezing at her as she barreled through the crowd with him.
    When they were finally out of the building and in the fresh air Jayda felt like she could breathe again, but he didn’t slow down. He just kept pulling her, his speed increasing. His long gate meant that she had to practically run to keep up. She was breathing heavily, her want only increasing as she looked over at him. He was on a mission and his determination was certainly sexy.

“Are you sure about this, Jayda?”
    He was exactly what she wanted, so she looked into his eyes and gave him a quick nod before she changed her mind.
    “Then let’s go.”
    Jayda never did things like this, she never let herself go, but she was wound tight, and she was struggling to maintain her composure. Maybe it was because she was used to defending herself. Being one of the few black kids at her school, being accused of acting white in college, being told that she was just an affirmative action choice for her first job. She always had to make the calculated move. The right move. Her dad said that it was hard for a black woman, her mom said it a thousand times, she had to work harder to get half as far. But so far, so far it had paid off. Except now.
    Just a little slip wouldn’t hurt.
    They finally reached his old blue pickup truck after weaving through the parking lot. He walked over and threw open the door. It certainly wasn’t going to win any prizes. There was rust on the wheel well and a dent in the door.
    She