Free Stolen Ride: A Biker Erotic Romance by Sophia Hampton Page A

fountains in the middle of town.
     
    She wasn’t even totally sure what she was looking for. A place to be, perhaps? She needed to sit down and sort some shit out. A big part of her wanted to say “fuck it.” She wanted to leave this backwoods place and get on with life. Make some money. A new adventure.
     
    Being in a real life version of Mayberry with a gang of bikers trying to kill her was not the type of adventure she preferred. But she was stuck. At least that’s what she told herself. This may have been accidental, but there was enough money in this to make it worth it. Unless she died. So she really had to make sure that didn’t happen.
     
    The problem was that the only answer she had seemed pretty damned hopeless. In order to stay safe from the Dixon Crew, she had to get close to one of them. She hoped that what she knew would be enough to help her. But she feared that brotherly bond between them all would make the entire plan more dangerous than she wanted to toy with. Life was nothing if not exciting. She rolled her eyes as the thought went through her mind and opened the door to the bar and walked in.
     
    ***
     
    Jake saw her enter. He thought about telling the guys, but he really didn’t much feel like the excitement. For just a minute he wanted to enjoy the beer he was having. If he had his way, they’d just take off and leave. He couldn’t imagine what the hell was so important about her.
     
    He didn’t know what they wanted her for. He’d just followed instructions and tried to catch her. As he watched her walk up and order a drink he couldn’t help but think how he’d like to catch her, and what he’d like to do with her when he did.
     
    She was a hot little mess. The last swig of his beer reminded him it was time to go get another. As he walked up towards the bar, he went over in his head what exactly he was going to say to the girl he’d just chased through someone else’s mansion.
     

 
    CHAPTER TWO
     
    “I could have saved myself the trouble and just sat here drinking ‘til you walked in.” Jake was standing beside her, hoping she’d look at him and see the smirk on his face. But she didn’t.
     
    Allison continued to stare at her bottle. She’d heard him. She just didn’t want to look at him. This may just be the end of the road for her.
     
    “So, is this the part where you hand me over to your friends so they can get rid of me?” Allison chugged on the beer. If she was going to die tonight, she was going to die drunk.
     
    “Maybe.” Jake paused and looked at her. She was even more beautiful up close. He did have to admit, though, that under the bar lighting she looked rough. Not bad. Just rough. Tired. Frantic. Scared? Was that fear on her face? But on a normal day, in normal clothes, she’d be a knockout. “But first I’d have to tell ‘em that you are here.”
     
    That had made her look at him for the first time. She was surprised. He’d bypassed that whole pact of loyalty. But why? She had to admit, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. For a biker. They weren’t generally her type.
     
    But he had a softer appearance than most. Even with the stubble on his face and the leather jacket. He didn’t look as hard as his buddies. She glanced towards their table but made sure it wasn’t noticeable. She didn’t need them looking over and seeing her. That would take bar fight to an all new level.
     
    “Doesn’t that violate some type of biker gang code of conduct?” Allison ordered another beer and he watched her put the bottle to her lips.
     
    Lips that were full and pink, tinted even without makeup. She really didn’t need makeup. Her complexion was damn near perfect. His only complaint was the hair. It was silky and blonde and too fucking short for a woman. They should have longer hair. Hair that you could run your fingers through. Hair that you could grab and pull while they moaned. He couldn’t imagine yanking on her hair. But then again, maybe he’d like