Free Chaser (A Category 5 Knights MC Romance Book 1) by Olivia Rigal Page B

you get into?  
    But then he guffaws and all the other guys take his cue, laughing their heart out.
    “That one’s a pistol,” one the men says.  
    “I bet she’s wild in the sack too,” another adds.
    “Run kitten! I’ll catch up with you later.” Letting go of her, the man turns around to look at me. “And what do we have here?”  
    I don’t have half of Belle’s courage so instead of looking into his eyes in an attempt to stare him down, I lower my head and keep on walking as if I hadn’t heard him.
    From the corner of my eyes, I see one arm reach out for me and, before I have the time to react, a powerful hand catches it by the wrist and twists in an un-natural position.
    “Hands off Bro’, that one is mine!”  
    The voice is familiar but I can’t place. Curiosity gets the better of me and gives me the courage to look up.
    Oh fuck me sideways!  
    My knight in shining armor is none other than Mr. DDH.  

CHAPTER THREE

    “Sorry, Chaser, I had no way to know.”  
    “No harm done, bro’, as long as you remember she’s off limits, we’re all good.”
    My magnanimous hero is sporting a leather jacket with all sorts of patches on it. I want to read what’s on them but I’m distracted. The man is amazingly hot.  
    So hot I think my panties are starting to melt.
    And then they actually catch on fire when he grabs me by the waist and pulls me against him so tight that I quickly feel the effect that I have on him.
    “Holly and I have a date tonight, right sweetheart?”  
    I nod like one of those idiotic dashboard dogs.  
    “Go get this party started!” Chaser says. What type of name is that? He pulls me away from the door passage and sends his buddies away saying, “I’ll catch up with you in a bit. Holly and I need to get a little better acquainted.”  
    For a second I wonder if I’m dreaming but there’s no need for me to ask someone to pinch me, Chaser is doing a very nice job of it. He’s holding on to me so tightly that I wonder if I’ll have bruises for days where his fingers dig into my hips.  
    Strangely enough I don’t mind at all.
    As the others get through the door Chaser takes me a little further away from the door and pushes me against the wall.
    “You see what you do to me?” he says pushing his hips against mine. I laugh, the man is as subtle as a rhino in heat. But then again, when he smiles it does something to my heart. I love the sexy little lines that appear by the corner of his eyes.  
    I nod and my traitorous hips push forward of their own accord.  
    The corners of his lips twitch. The are tiny little lines there as well. Cute lines that I no longer see because his lips are on mine and they taste delicious; sweet as honey.  
    His hand fists my hair and pulls until my head is tilted sideways at the angle he wants. The angle he needs to push further his exploration. The tingling on my hair makes me moan and, as I do, I let him in. He takes possession of my mouth and I surrender with so much   joy I may actually be purring. Then his hand leaves my hair and caresses my cheek so softly that I forget to breathe. The tenderness of the gesture is heart melting.
    The magic of the moment is broken by cat calls.
    “Hey Prez, can we sell tickets to this show?”    
    Chaser ends the kiss and pulls away slowly. My cheeks feel so warm I must be crimson. His eyes, shiny like two onyx marbles, remain planted on mine as he yells to the attention of the intruders, “Beat it assholes!”
    There’s some grumbling and comments about someone losing their sense of humor and then silence again.  
    “Let’s get in there,” he says pulling me behind him as he walks around the corner of the building into the dark alley.  
    I freeze.  
    “What?” he asks, his eyebrows shooting up as if not following him blindly was some sort of insult to his manhood.
    “I’m not going into Fucking Alley,” I protest.  
    He laughs and says, “And I thought you were all prim and