Free The Biker’s Property (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Series Book 1) by Regina Fox

Penny and Danny rode over to breakfast at the Better B Cafe.
    “The weather is going to hold. Not too cold and not too hot,” said Danny, his lips on the verge of a smile.
    He let the others know that only he and Penny were going on a road trip. Two or three days, whatever it took them. Devil’s Lake. Badlands. The Theodore Roosevelt Park and maybe visit the reservation. They would hit all or one of those spots; however they felt.
    “I have a question,” she asked, stirring the coffee that the waitress just poured her. “What if it rains?” she asked.
    “It’s not going to rain baby doll,” he said with a wink.
    “How do you know that?” she asked.
    “Well, for one, I checked the weather. But it really doesn’t matter, because it just doesn’t really rain here. Not now. We’ll be fine. But if it does rain, we will just pull off and find someplace to stay. Someplace really cozy,” he said.
    They were sitting side by side in the booth. All he had to do was tilt her head to kiss her. A surge tingled through her and she moaned lazily. His lips were warm from their coffee. Penny was looking forward to the road trip.
    But just as they loaded up and started off, Danny made a turn back into the little quiet town. He pulled up in front of a shop called Arnie’s. He dismounted and helped her off.
    “What’s this?” she asked.
    “We’re taking you shopping. You’re cute and all in your little jeans, but if you’re going to be a biker’s girl, you gotta dress the part. Come,” he said.
    Suddenly she was a little self-conscious of the way she looked. “What’s wrong with my clothes?” she asked.
    “Oh nothing,” he said, his face tight and bending with flirtation. He walked his eyes up and down her and then he huddled in behind her, stepping closely as he held the door open for her. Secretly, his hand found the curve of her buttocks where it rounded between her legs. Penny stopped, stunned by the effective surge of electricity his touch caused her. It went right to her center. She felt achy and hollow and horny.
    Danny had to stand nearly a foot taller than she. Her head brushed him smack dab in the center of his hard chest. He reached a powerful arm over her to do his biker handshake with the man behind the counter. His bulging, chiseled bicep covered her eyes momentarily. He was wrapped around her and it curled a longing warmth right in the pit of her stomach.
    “We need to set up my lady with some outfits,” he said to the clerk.
    The clerk lowered his wire-rimmed sunglasses, the lenses of which were little dark circles resting on the bridge of his nose, to reveal examining eyes. He assessed her.
    “School marm,” said the clerk.
    “Hey,” Danny playfully warned.
    “I gotcha,” conceded the clerk. “Everything we have is here. Underwear and whatnots over here,” he motioned, “shirts, skirts, etc. Help yourself and lemme know if I can answer any questions.”
    Danny went straight for the underwear. He chose thongs that were nothing more than strings with curling lace attached to them.
    “Unhunh,” he said.
    Shielding Penny from the clerk, his immense back to him, Danny cupped her breasts.
    “What are you, 34, 36B?” he asked.
    She blushed. He was right on. Penny was, on occasion, disappointed that her breasts were not somewhat larger. She liked the shape of them. They had lovely roundness. The nipples were not too large or too small. She was slightly long-waisted and she had pronounced ribs so they protruded just so from the surface of her tight, firm torso.
    But especially in the realm of a biker’s world, where she knew enough that they liked women with big breasts that flowed over the rim of low necklines, she wondered if he wouldn’t have liked it if she were more endowed.
    “Yes,” she rasped.
    “Mmmm,” he said. “You are so cute. Did I just embarrass you?”
    She was blushing, hard. She turned away but it was no use. He nuzzled his face around to hers so that they were cheek