Free Saving Mia by Michelle Woods

happen again.” Mia grimly uttered even as her girly bits screamed at her ‘Why the hell not?’
    “We’ll have to see won’t we?” Ratchet gruffly told her as he opened the door. He stopped in the doorway, looking back at her. “Till next time, beauty.” Then he was out the door headed to the truck to help them unload the rest of the crates. When he neared the truck Rock studied him.
    “Everything good?” He asked. Ratchet knew he was asking because he’d been in the office for about two minutes too long, and he wasn’t explain the reason for that two minutes to anyone.
    “Nah, she just asked the same question as she did last week. Bone will be making the trip in two weeks. Told her to talk to him. We’re supposed to discuss it in church this week.” Ratchet told him. The man nodded and continued to unload the truck. As they were leaving Mia came out to watch them head off and when she looked his way he lifted his hand in a jaunty wave goodbye. Please to see her pale skin flush as she turned away. Yeah, his sweet beauty was in for a surprise.

Chapter 7
     
    Mia climbed out of the shower waving her hand over the mirror to make the sensors clear the fogged surface. Seconds later she was staring at her reflection. She glared at the mark that even after a week was still visible on her pale skin. It was almost gone, only a slight bruise now. Not the glaring red love bite it had been when he’d placed it there. She still couldn’t believe that she’d allowed him to mark her in such a manner. Only the passion he’d unleashed inside her with that one simple kiss made her almost blush.
    She’d always known when she’d been with her boyfriends in the past that there was more that was just out of her reach. It wasn’t that she hadn’t enjoyed sex with them. It was that having sex with them didn’t seem to light her on fire. Unlike merely a simple kiss from Ratchet. It must be that raw sexual appeal the man had in spades. When he’d touched her, she’d lost her head. It hadn’t taken even a minute to be mindlessly allowing him to own her.
    She wanted to say that it was only sexual frustration because it had been almost ten months since she’d had sex, but she knew better. It wasn’t that because she’d gone longer. She had only had three relationships where she’d felt comfortable enough with the man to have sex with him. She knew that had Ratchet stripped her naked yesterday in her office and banged her against the wall she would have allowed it, and that frightened her.
    Not only because it was against her beliefs, but because she didn’t want to believe that she was acting like a damned sex starved hooker. She’d always known the men she’d bedded for months before allowing them to take her to bed. Now, she’d wanted to allow a man to screw her brains out against a freaking wall. She sighed. What was done was done, she’d have to try to not allow it to happen again. She began getting ready to go to the bar where she met Tray the rebel’s leader.
    When she entered the bar twenty-five minutes later she was still contemplating the dilemma of wanting a biker named Ratchet. She saw Tray a thin, pretty man sitting in the corner booth in the back. Seeing her Tray waved her over. She sat down at the table ordering a beer.
    “I’m so glad you’re here. We were just discussing the ten crates you’d gotten us this month. It’s a start, but we need more.” He didn’t bother with pleasantries. It was one of the things she’d liked about him at first but over the last month with his demands that she get more crates it had gotten annoying.
    “I told you I have to be careful so I don’t get caught, Tray.” Mia said, gritting her teeth to keep her voice from rising.
    Tray straightened his shoulders, staring at her over his beer. His two friends, large bruisers that always seemed to be around whenever Tray was. She didn’t like them much. One had a crooked nose with beady eyes and always smelled like