Free MC BIKER ROMANCE: Bad Boy Romance: BETRAYED: (New Adult Motorcycle Club Navy SEAL Romance) (Contemporary Military Romance Thriller) by Kate Shepherd Page A

his car sitting across the street from the practice field, I pulled the zipper on my jacket almost down to my navel. That would give him plenty of skin to look at.
    “Hi, Sal,” I said pulling up beside his car, cocking my head to the side and leaning forward as I looked in at him.
    “Jesus, Peach, you get hotter every time I see you.” Without Bulldog there, he was a little bolder than normal.
    “Can I talk to you?” I grinned, ignoring his comment.
    “Sure, what about?” His eyes were already telling me that he had gotten a good look at what was under my jacket and would have liked to see more.
    “Not here,” I said with a wink. “We need some privacy.”
    There was no doubt that he was already letting the swelling in his pants do his thinking. That was exactly what I wanted him to do. “Where to, then?”
    “I’ll lead the way.”
    He waved a hand for me to proceed.
    One of the great things about the soft-tail on my Fat Boy was that it gave whoever was riding behind me a great view of my behind. With the pink chaps outlining the curves of the tight jeans, I leaned forward slightly and arched my back to enhance the image for his benefit. I wanted him thinking almost entirely with his Johnson and next to none with his big brain. I made him follow me through several turns, working on building up his anticipation and then pulled into the parking lot of an old K-Mart that hadn’t seen a car parked in it, at least not for legal purposes, in several years.
    I shut off the motor, dropped the kickstand and leaned against the seat as I waited for him to get out of his car and approach.
    “So, Peach,” he purred, “what you got on your mind?”
    “Well, you’ve been on my mind for a couple of days now,” I drew a circle with the toe of my boot on the crumbling pavement, leaned forward slightly, looking at the ground and acting shy. My jacket had fallen open, giving him a view of nearly all of my right breast.
    “I think about you quite a bit too,” he muttered. “You not with Bulldog anymore?”
    “Well, yeah, sort of,” I replied. I sighed heavily. “It’s a little complicated.”
    “I’d heard that you two were getting pretty serious.”
    “I guess so,” I said. “I’m getting pretty serious, but I don’t think he is. He screws around on me a lot whenever I’m out of town.” I looked up at him, allowing my blue eyes to become a little bit misty. It wasn’t the first time I’d used the technique.
    “Who the hell would screw around on you?”
    That was the second time I’d heard that in the past 24 hours. It ought to have registered with me before, but it hadn’t until the moment I heard it from Sal. He was right. I was a damned good girlfriend and a damned good person. I wasn’t someone who ought to have to put up with a man who was screwing around behind my back. My mind started to wander off with that thought, but I pulled it back to focus on my plan. The pause, though I hadn’t planned it, had an enormous effect.
    “I sort of want to get even with him, if you know what I mean?”
    I could tell that his mind leapt to screwing around with him: revenge sex. That’s exactly where I wanted his mind to go. “I’m married, you know,” he lowered his tone. “We’d have to keep things pretty discreet. I can’t get caught. It would end my career.”
    “What are you talking about?” I said, looking up at him.
    “You said you wanted to get even with him,” he stumbled.
    “You mean sex? Cheat on Bulldog to get even? With you?”
    He didn’t respond. I let him sweat for a few minutes. I acted like I suddenly realized that my jacket was open and that my tits were exposed. I pulled the zipper up and then looked up at him. “You’re married, you know. I never thought of that. I don’t want to do that to your wife.”
    “She doesn’t have to know,” he responded.
    “Hmmm,” I smiled. Part of what made a fishing lure so appealing to a fish was the way that it bobbed up and down,