4 Horsemen Novella! Kayla's Ride (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) by Ava Bonde Page A

slowly to lock eyes again. He clearly wasn’t expecting this.
    His eyes… Oh god help me his eyes…
    You see eyes like this sometimes, the kind that make your knees weak. Deep blue green pools of wonder sat on the man’s face, a place for my soul to swim and frolic. They were enough to make you forget about the tattoos and the scars. The smile that grew on his squared cheeks only enhanced the man, drawing the eyes into the action and putting off a feeling I can’t really describe. My mouth let out a little sigh, betraying my imagination.
    “Classic Harley. People told me I needed two of them because one would always be in the shop. Guess I rode the wrong one today.”
    I laughed, noticing the beautiful bike dressed in chrome outside the windows. A flatbed tow truck was busy loading the bike, the flashing yellow caution lights blazing in the evening darkness. Meanwhile, my nose inhaled deeply, letting the scent of sandalwood and leather dance along my senses. I didn’t know what cologne this man was wearing, but I knew I’d never forget it. I did what any woman would do when a man’s scent works magic on the senses. I touched him, my fingertips brushing against the leather vest. The man smiled, shifting slightly, pressing against my hand.
    “Why don’t you ride with the others?” I asked, waving toward the group of men mounting their bikes outside.
    “Ride bitch with the club?”
    I laughed. The idea of this man riding on the back of a bike was pretty funny.
    “Wouldn’t be a problem I they could get me a cab out here. They say it’ll be two hours. Least the beer is good.”
    His hand came down on my thigh, returning my touch in a way that almost seemed absentminded. He was flirting with me, no question. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the strength behind his fingers, as if I could trace the muscles and tendons right back to his strong chest. My heart swooned just a little as his hand traced upward, higher, and higher.
    The man kept smiling. “I’m Famine, and I’m pretty sure I could spend all night here eyeing you up, but… I think I’m enjoying this a bit more.
    Sparks ran up my skin as his callused fingers gripped my leg. “You know, I was starting to think this was going to be a shitty night.”
    “I changed your mind already?”
    He smiled, and my brain about melted right out of my head.
    “Buy you a drink?”
    “Oldest line in the book.”
    “It’s not a line, I’m just interested in seeing how you act with a bit of alcohol in there,” Famine said, his hand lifting and coming to rest on my stomach. “I’m guessing you’re lots of fun.”
    “You don’t have to get me drinking to have fun,” I said back, gasping as he lifted me off the seat and deposited me on his lap.
    “That so?” Famine whispered, brushing his lips up next to my ear. I shivered, a soft warm feeling radiating out from my neck.
    I am so screwed… I shifted slightly, feeling a bulge growing beneath the cloth of his tight jeans.
    “Can I be totally honest with you Famine?”
    “Of course…”
    “I may have already had a few drinks…”
    Famine laughed, his hand coming back down on my lap and swooping inward along my thigh, drawing up almost too close to my heat. I responded, shifting slightly again, his hard shaft rubbing lightly against me as I moved.
    “In that case… Bartender, two shots, patron.”
    We both laughed as he lay them out, slamming the shot. Famine followed it up by popping a lime into my mouth. I sucked on it lightly as Famine pulled it free, replacing it with a long index finger. Slurping almost absentmindedly I let it draw into my mouth, then out… Slowly.
    Famine was staring at me, the lust unmistakable in his gaze.
    “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, aloof as his hand climbed a bit higher on my leg, sliding inward.
    His kiss came unexpectedly, and my brain poured out my ears. My lips melded with his as an arm wrapped around me, the other pressing delicately on my