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stretched hard inside, pressed outwards and up. The girl slipped her hand into the cotton underwear. Her eyes sparkled and her face lit up as she took ahold of what was inside.

    “See,” said Bear, his grin wide, “she knows what’s expected of a hang-around in here.”

    Jess said, “Like I said, I’m just here for a quiet drink. I’m not a sweet-butt or a honey or a saddle-whore or whatever you call them here.”

    “Just a gash, then,” Bear chuckled.

    From the far corner, those smoldering eyes still watched her. The hungry intensity of his expression made Jess’ insides flip.

    A biker at the table with a girl in his lap leaned farther back and stretched his neck, shaking his thick, frizzy mane. His voice was thick, “Oh, you got it there, baby! Oh, yeah! Harder! ”

    His fingers wound and dragged in her hair as his big paw clamped hard on the back of her head and his pelvis jerked hard.

    Along the bar was a noisy clump of men who Jess figured for ‘civilians.’ They wore shinier jackets with no patches. They had tidier hair, more self-consciously ‘cool’ t-shirts with day-glo print logos. Visitors, she thought, but a different kind from her.

    These looked more like the weekend warrior types, regular Joes and working stiffs who fantasized all week about the biker lifestyle. Guys who came to a bar like this so they could scare themselves up a bit, then tell each other afterwards how they hadn’t been scared.

    They’d take stories to their work buddies in the bank or the software firm, all about the bikers they knew. For them, Jess thought, this was a titty-bar with a fantasy thrill ride thrown in.

    The patched bikers around the group had the tightening looks of angry cats when they go very still, their ears go back and their eyes narrow.

    Jesska felt more than saw the biker from the corner make his way up to the bar. She sensed the way that men moved aside as he ranged slowly through the crowd. He wore a hefty cut-off leather jacket, with an open belt at the bottom, and heavy denims, low, with another leather belt. A big knife was sheathed by his thigh.

    His soft, slow, rolling walk knocked Jess’s heartbeat out of rhythm. When he got to the counter, he leaned his elbows on the bar and Gyro turned to him. “Ryder. What’ll it be, bro?”

    His voice was soft, low and strong. “A shot of Jack, please, Gyro.”

    He was long and lean. His thick, dark, mussed-up thatch was turning to Jess. When he shifted his hips, her breath caught in her throat. She met the amber glow of his eyes and a shock bolted through her, all the way down to her crotch. Her urge to smack him almost overtook her. He blinked slowly and drew a breath, ready to speak.

    Then his attention, hers and everyone else’s was yanked away by the big, round, reddening civilian. The group had moved near to where Jess was standing and they were taking up a lot of space. The red-faced guy waved his shot glass and everybody heard his voice shift up a gear.

    His speech was fluid and warmed with alcohol. “A bike’s a bike, amiright? We got bikes, just like yours. We got Harleys outside. Hell, I got an Indian Chief back home in my garage. What do you think about that? So, why shouldn’t I drink the whiskey, partake of the honeys, wear the patch and you can make me a member of the club. There’s a lot I can bring to a place like this. Whaddayasay, fellas?”

    Ryder cut from the bar and through the group like a knife. He grabbed hold of the ear of the nearest tourist and leaned his tensing lips towards the lobe stretched in his hand. Jess heard his voice, low, rhythmic and solid. He spoke through his closed teeth.

    “You should be real grateful to me right now. You should probably kiss my boots.”

    The man’s bleary-eyed face turned slowly towards Ryder, “Oh, why’s that?”

    “Because I’m giving you the chance, this one chance, to get your asshole friend out of this clubhouse so you can all ride off into the sunset.” The