Ride Me Away (4 page)

The plan now was to avoid Jag’s hangouts for at least a week. I wanted to give him some time to let everything soak in; to have him wondering exactly who that mysterious new woman was. He had given me enough attention that night that I’d know exactly how to handle him from now on.

Men were too easy to play. The conflict between their two minds was their greatest weakness. Understanding that conflict was what made me the best agent on the force.

I decided to hit up a local biker shop to get some new clothes so I’d fit in just a little better at the saloon next time. Now that I had attracted Jag’s attention, I wanted to blend in so nobody else would notice me.

When I arrived, a young woman with multiple tattoos and piercings greeted me. I politely declined her offer for help and began filtering through the ladies’ jackets. A few moments later, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

My initial reaction was to throw it off and set myself apart from the man, but I had to remember that I was in a safe place.

Turning around, I found myself looking straight into Jag’s eyes.

He wore the same jacket as the night at the saloon, but this time he seemed a bit more open and friendly with a smile on his face.

“Hey, I saw what you did the other night,” he said.

I blinked, feigning ignorance. “Saw what?”

“You drop Buster to the ground like a sack of potatoes,” he said with a laugh.

“Oh, that. Yeah, he deserved it.” I turned back to the rack of jackets. “Bastard tried to lay a hand on me after I warned him.”

“I hadn’t seen you around before, so I wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be any trouble. It’s never good news when a new girl leaves with him.” He smiled again. “But I guess you know how to handle yourself just fine.”

“Sure do. Thanks for your concern, though.” I was giving him a hard time on purpose.

“I wanted to tell you something.”

“What’s that, darling?” I turned back to him with a little sass in my hips.

“Our family is having a community barbeque this coming Sunday. You might have some fun there.”

And with that, he turned to walk away.

“Where?” I asked.

Without another word, he held his hands up by his head, pointing to the back of his jacket with both thumbs as he walked away. The logo of a devil holding two bloody angel wings spoke loud and clear: Satan’s Saviors.

It went against my initial plan to take things slow with Jag, but I couldn’t just ignore an invite like that. It was a fast track into their lives; an easy opportunity to become a familiar face for the entire club.

Jag hadn’t given me a time for the barbeque, but I assumed it would be in the evening. I caught the bus to their clubhouse and things were already in full swing behind the brown wooden fence surrounding their backyard.

People were walking around with hamburgers and hot dogs. They were conversing in groups, laughing. Rodney, their president was immediately recognizable. He was running the barbeque.

Jag wasn’t kidding, this really was a community event. The atmosphere was more friendly and welcoming than I expected. I walked through the crowd of adults and children, who were chasing each other at my feet. The grass below them wasn't taken care of very well, it was drying out in large patches of yellow.

When I found Jag, he walked right over to me and smiled.

“Hey, you made it!”

He extended his arms and gave me a quick hug.

“Come on, let’s get you a burger.”

Jag headed toward the grill, and I followed in his footsteps.

“Hey Rod, I got someone you should meet.”

Rodney lifted his head up and took a look at Jag, then at me.

“Yeah, who’s that?” he asked.

Jag stopped next to the grill and paused before turning back to me.

“What
is
your name, anyway?”

“Kim,” I replied. “I didn’t get yours, either.”

“I’m Jag, and this is Rod,” he said, pointing a thumb at Rodney. “This is the lady that dropped Buster with a knee to the nuts.”

“Ohh, Little Miss Nutcracker. Nice to finally meet you. Jag told us all about how you handled that jackass so… politely. Well done!” Rod said as he handed me a paper plate with a bun and burger on top.

“Thanks.” I smiled with the two men and took the plate.

“It’s not often you find a woman who can handle herself so calmly and… well, I can’t say elegantly, but definitely calmly.”

“He’s not the first one who tried, I’ll give him that,” I said as I began putting some toppings on the burger.

“I bet. You’re a fuckin’ hottie.” Rod whistled.

“Hands off, buddy,” I said as I looked back at him. “I got no problem putting you on the ground, too.”

“Ohh, feisty!” Jag crowed.

I finished topping my burger before turning back to Jag and Rodney, who were now busy talking quietly so that I couldn’t hear.

“I have a question for you two.”

“Shoot,” Rodney replied.

“I haven’t bought a bike here yet because I don’t know how the local clubs look at women riders, or if there are any rules I should be aware of. Anything I need to be worrying about?”

They looked at each other briefly before turning back to me.

“Nope. In fact, we encourage it,” Rod said.

Jag turned back to Rod. “How about Roxie’s bike?”

“What about it?”

“Well, it’s been a long time now.”

Rod thought about it for a moment.

“I guess she could use that,” he said. “We’re not giving it to you or anything, but you can use it for now. We’ll get the prospect there to clean it up for you.”

Rodney pointed at a younger guy wearing a leather jacket without the main decal on the back. It only said “prospect” where their club role goes.

“Just make sure you take care of it.”

“Really?” I asked in astonishment.

“Sure, it’ll get that damn thing out of my sight. It doesn’t have any resale value anymore, anyway.”

I had kind of been looking forward to using the all-expenses-paid credit card I got for each job, but this was so much better. I couldn’t believe how easily everything was falling into place. This case was going to be closed in a matter of weeks, at this rate.

For the remainder of the barbeque, I wandered around, finding a few friendly-looking people to talk to. I chatted with the prospect, Tadd, for a bit. He was only nineteen and was clearly fresh. It wasn’t obvious to me if he knew exactly what type of thing he was getting into, either. I think he mostly just wanted to belong somewhere.

I met a few of the “sisters,” or so they called themselves. Most of them were junkies, but a couple of them stood out to me, mainly Jessica.

Jessica had short blonde hair. She had one green eye and one blue. There was something about her eyes that prevented me from looking away. They were truly intriguing.

She had a degree in law and had worked at a few larger law houses before she found the club. Five years ago, at the age of thirty, she quit. She couldn’t stand the corruption and decided the outlaw lifestyle was more for her. At least the people here were honest about what they do, she said.

Robyn was the other sister that seemed to still have her head on straight, despite the fact that she’d come to the club straight after her eighteenth birthday. She was twenty-four now and had never looked back on her decision. With her sparkling brown eyes and brown hair that she kept in a ponytail, she was drop dead gorgeous.

When the sun began to set, the crowd started to clear out one by one. I looked around and realized it was mostly just me, the club members, and the sisters left. Jag approached me once again.

“You need a lift?”

I thought about it for a second so I wouldn’t seem too eager. “Sure.”

“Come with me,” he said as he waved his hand and turned to walk around to the front of the clubhouse.

He grabbed a helmet off an outside rack as he walked past and turned around as he continued walking backwards.

“Catch!”

He tossed it to me and grabbed another one off what I assumed was his bike before he took a seat on it. I hadn’t ridden on one of these things in a long time, but I remembered how much I enjoyed the vibrations and power they possessed. I couldn’t wait to have one of my own.

I put on the helmet and sat behind Jag, snuggling my body close against his as I wrapped my arms around him. The motorcycle between my legs roared as it started up, spreading a devious smile over my face as he rolled us backward onto the street.

The delicious smell of his hair followed closely behind him, and I became surrounded in his musk until we sped off. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins as I squeezed him tighter, holding on as we cruised down the street.

When we got to my apartment, he shut off the engine and I stepped off the bike.

“Here you are, darlin’,” he said.

“Thanks, Jag,” I said as I handed him the helmet he had loaned me.

“I’ll see you around then.”

“If you’re lucky.” I gave him a little wink and began to turn away from him.

“Hold on,” he said. I turned back to face him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He tapped his index and middle finger against his cheek and pushed it out with a devilish grin. I rolled my eyes and leaned forward, planting a kiss on his cheekbone.

“Thatta girl.”

Then he was gone, driving off into the distance and leaving only fumes behind.

I hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly. Plans were being set into motion far more quickly than I was used to, but I knew better than to let the confidence get to me. Usually I’d still have another month or so to settle in and become a normal person, but this time, I would have no such luxury.

Kim needed a job, and fast. I spent the entire next day going around to restaurants, shops, cafés; anything within walking distance. Only three owners took my resumé. The rest wouldn’t even consider me.

When I got home that evening, I felt defeated. I couldn’t believe what it took to get a simple job around here. Even out of the three owners that took my resumé, I only expected one to actually look at it.

Job searching was exhausting, and having to do it all in one day took a lot out of me. I stripped down out of my dirty clothes and stepped into the shower. Warm water always helped after a hard day.

With the water trickling down my body, a stream formed that went straight down my belly and over my clit. The warmth was nice, but I would need a bit more than that. This apartment building wasn’t upscale enough to have a detachable showerhead.

I tried to bend over and angle my butt to the air, but I didn’t have enough room to get the angle right. Then I remembered I had brought my vibrators. They would serve me well tonight.

Turning off the water, I dried myself and went to my bedroom to lay down. I turned on my vibrator and closed my eyes. My imagination began to run wild as I imagined Taylor bursting through the door completely nude. I’d watch as his cock would slowly harden with desire, getting ready to destroy me.

I began moaning quietly until I remembered Ryan.

What the hell am I doing? Ryan’s like, two minutes away.

He was no Taylor, but a warm cock was better than a lifeless vibrator any day.