Free Baby (Black Rebel Riders' MC) by Glenna Maynard Page B

probing one another. He breaks our kiss briefly. "Do you know that your smart mouth drives me wild?" Kiss. "But you are wrong, I may not be the first guy to want you, but I am damn sure going to be the last to have you. I always get what I want." Smooch.
    Sliding back to my side of the car, "I hope you are prepared to handle frustration."
    When we get to the club, I send the guys to get us a table and order us some drinks while I take Rumor into the bathroom to fill her in on my plan for the night. "Look there is something you should know, okay well two things. One Lucky is a Reject and two he and Trouble are friends."
    "Ok Baby, it isn't nice to call your date a reject." Rumor bursts out laughing, guess she had a little too much of that puff puff pass.
    "No you half baked potato I mean HE is a Devils Reject."
    "Ohhh," she sounds the word out slowly.
    "Yeah, oh, now listen tonight I need your help. I want you to pump Trouble for information about how he and Lucky know each other without being obvious. Can you do that for me while I manage Lucky?"
    "I bet you are going to handle him," she waggles her eyebrows. I am going to have to get my sister stoned more often she is a fucking riot.
    I leave Rumor at the table sipping a drink hoping like hell she doesn't blow my plan to shit. Lucky leads me to the dance floor to be better acquainted or I guess I should say to rub up against me.
    Calvin Harris is pounding in my ears; Lucky is pressed tight up against me, so much so that it feels like if he gets any closer we will be the same person. My skin is on fire with every touch. And when he kisses me, I swear the room spins and I lose my ability to think of anything but him dragging me to the car and having complete control over me.  How is it that he makes me feel and I mean really feel like my body is humming. When I was with Rebel, it never felt anything quite like this.
    We've been here nearly two hours and the only information I am getting out of Lucky is how attracted he is to me and that he isn't taking no for an answer. Rumor isn't getting much better information out of Trouble either, he says they grew up together end of story, but I still don't buy it. I am missing something...but what is the question.  Rumor is trashed; time to take her home, I just hope she doesn't puke in the car.
    **
    After weeks of playing cat and mouse I finally gave in to Lucky, we have been secretly dating for a month now. That boy is playing a dangerous game with my heart. I had thought I loved Rebel but what I felt for him is nothing in comparison to the way I feel when Lucky is near me.
    Rumor and Tread are openly dating with Grim's permission. I have to say a part of me is envious of them; I wish I could introduce Lucky and have him pick me up for our dates. Rumor has had a big helping hand in my schemes and excuses to get out of the house to see him.
    Rumor
    Things with Tread are going decent I suppose.  I pull into the parking lot at the local dairy drive-in to meet up with Aspen for lunch. She and I have become close lately. It feels good to have a real genuine friend. She really gets me.  If anyone understands my not wanting to be part of the life it is her. Aspen and Striker have been dating for a long time, but her family doesn't approve of him at all. Then there is the fact that she is moving to Chicago this coming summer, she got an offer at an animal clinic that she can't refuse. Striker isn't happy about it but he wants her to be happy. Tread told me that Striker and Aspen have an open relationship so he doesn't see them lasting after she leaves.  There is no way I could share my boyfriend with anyone else. I haven't ever asked Aspen about it. The thought makes me uncomfortable. I am not keen on discussing sex, unlike Aspen. She loves to talk about it all of the time. I swear she is a sex fiend.
    What no one knows is that I am thinking of going with her to Chicago.  Aspen helped me apply for some colleges and I was accepted. I