Free Property of The Saints MC: BBW and Biker Romance by Cora Hart Page B

 The bad boy thing was totally working for me.
     
     
    He smiled, "I'm willing to make all kinds of time for you."
     
     
    I smiled, happy in my small victory, and just as I was about to amp up the flirting when the sound of shattering glass made me spin around.  A brick smashed through the large, tinted window facing the street.  The tinting film held most of the glass together, but it didn't stop the pane from falling to the floor, letting the daylight pour into the bar.
     
     
    Axel stood up quickly, and a handgun was in his hand.  I have no idea where it came from or why he needed it for an interview.
     
     
    "Claire, get behind the bar."  Axel grabbed me by my shoulder and lifted me from the chair.  He shoved me towards Dawg and the stained wood bar, keeping me low.  As I moved towards the bar, Dawg popped up with a sawed-off shotgun in his hands.  I may have judged him harshly when I said he was old, because as I reached the bargate, he kicked it hard from below.  It flew up and dug into the drywall.
     
     
    Dawg stepped back and allowed me to pass, then pushed me down on the sticky floor.  "Don't worry, darlin'."  He said it as he stepped out from the bar, heading towards the window.  I leaned against a cooler and tried to remain calm.  I could feel a hint of panic attack kicking in, and I tried to focus on my breathing to calm myself.
     
     
    Just as I was starting to get myself under control, I heard an engine revving up and tire screeching outside.  I didn’t know if they were good guys or bad guys.  Hell, I didn’t know if these guys were good guys.  Men inside were shouting orders.  I didn't dare look out over the bar or crawl around the corner.  I stayed planted there for a few minutes.
     
     
    The meditation calmed my heart down, and the sound of shouting had died down.  I heard a few motorcycles fire up and speed away.  Things at the clubhouse were virtually silent.  I almost got to my knees to look over the bar, but as I contemplated it, I heard Axel's voice calming me, "Claire, stay where you are.  I think everything is safe, but I don't want to chance it.  The MC knows you're here.  No one is trigger happy.  You're safe, OK?"
     
     
    I bit my bottom lip.  Why, why, why was I so turned on by this dangerous situation?  Why was I so turned on by Axel, a biker probably wrapped up in something illegal?  I had no idea why, but I was, and I loved it.
     
     
    "OK, Axel."  Something changed inside.  He had assured me that everything would be just fine, and I believed him.  Picturing him with that gun in his hand made me feel safe.  I reached up and behind me and grabbed a glass.  The row of whiskey bottles were right in front of me, lined up against a dirty mirror.  I leaned forward and grabbed the closest bottle.
     
     
    I splashed a shot of the sweet, brown liquid into my glass, then set the bottle down beside me.  As I took a drink to calm my nerves, I felt like Hunter S. Thompson, living the story I'd be writing as soon as I got home.  The whiskey burned on the way down, and I could feel it warming me on its way down.  I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes.
     
     
    I heard boot steps coming towards the bar.  If Axel hadn't said anything I might have panicked, but I thought it might be him.  When I saw the boots come around the corner, I looked up.  His jeans fit him well and accentuated his package.  The pistol hung down in his right hand.  It might have been the danger, it might have been the whiskey, but I couldn't help but let out a little moan.  I looked up and met his eyes.
     
     
    He looked down at me, saw the glass of whiskey, and laughed.  I set the glass down and grabbed his thigh.  I had a naughty smile on my face, and lust in my heart.  My hand moved upwards.  I knew I wasn't buzzed, but it sure felt that way.  I moved up his thigh until I found the large bulge in his pants.  His cock grew at my touch, and soon there was a distinct