Born to Ride: A Biker Erotic Romance (Blue Mustangs MC) by Emily Stone
Authors: Emily Stone
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CHAPTER ONE
One thing Sandy Rivers hadn’t missed about Pecan, Texas was the heat. Flying down the highway, her shirt stuck to her and her jeans felt like they’d melted into her skin. All she could think about was getting to her Daddy’s place, where the air conditioning—and the beer—were super cold.
Nothing had changed in the two years she’d been gone. All the same places, all the same folks. Some might find it boring, but she couldn’t wait to get back. She’d missed her Daddy, her friends, and the feeling of having a place to fit in.
Sure, she’d made friends in college, but it just wasn’t the same. Now that she was gone, they’d lose touch quickly; their lifestyles were just too different. In some ways, she was glad. There had always been a sense that she was putting on a show for them, unable to fully be herself.
Her exit came up, and a wide smile split her face. Finally, she was home.
*****
Outside of the Blue Mustangs Motorcycle Clubhouse, Christian Belz leaned against the wall and contemplated how much he really wanted the position he’d taken. The old man was set in his ways, and wasn’t much on listening to anyone else. Yeah, he was relatively new to this club, but in the past four years he’d more than earned the respect of his new family. Everyone but one Atticus Rivers, President.
The roar of a well-tuned engine coming down the road broke his internal monologue. A ’72 Harley SuperGlide with custom paint and handlebars rounded the curve and slid into the parking lot, a huge duffel tied to the back and a slim body in the seat.
She hopped off the seat, and he realized who he was looking at: Atticus’ daughter, home from college, all grown up and ready to take on the world. She sure didn’t look much like the pictures of the little girl in pigtails and braces Atticus kept around the club, or his memories of a gangly girl with a permanent braid and a habit of tripping over her feet. She pulled off her helmet with a relieved sigh that he could hear all the way across the parking lot. Wildly tangled, mahogany hair fell to her slim waist.
Damn, the old man’s daughter had grown up, and she was smoking hot.
Tight, well-worn jeans clung to every curve, dipping low at the waist to reveal a strip of pale flesh where her shirt was riding up as she stretched. Long, lean legs ended in a pair of much-loved short riding boots. She had a full sleeve tattoo on her left arm and a half sleeve on her right; real nice work in color and grayscale.
Christian slipped inside before she could come up the walk, his jeans a little snugger than when he’d come outside.
*****
She took a moment to stretch out the kinks from the long ride, then took off running for the door. She couldn’t wait a second longer. She burst through the doors and her Daddy was right there, jumping up to catch her when she launched herself at him. “Daddy!”
“There’s my Sandy girl!” Atticus hugged her hard, so glad to see his baby again. He set her on her feet so he could have a good look at her. Two years she’d been away from him, and she’d changed too much. She was no longer the lanky girl he’d sent off to college. Smiling bigger than he had in ages, he pulled her close and hugged her hard again.
“Atticus, you let go of that girl so we can all get a chance to see her,” a familiar voice called out. Sandy turned and saw the woman who was like a Mom and a friend all rolled into one: Atticus’ longtime girlfriend, Mariah. More hugging, and some tears this time. “You come on over here and sit, get a cold drink. You’re fair to burning up. Too damn hot this summer already.”
Atticus watched as his two favorite women in the world walked up to the bar. He settled down at his table, smiling as she enthusiastically greeted everyone around her, people she’d known all her life. This was family, and they were all glad to see her come home where she
One thing Sandy Rivers hadn’t missed about Pecan, Texas was the heat. Flying down the highway, her shirt stuck to her and her jeans felt like they’d melted into her skin. All she could think about was getting to her Daddy’s place, where the air conditioning—and the beer—were super cold.
Nothing had changed in the two years she’d been gone. All the same places, all the same folks. Some might find it boring, but she couldn’t wait to get back. She’d missed her Daddy, her friends, and the feeling of having a place to fit in.
Sure, she’d made friends in college, but it just wasn’t the same. Now that she was gone, they’d lose touch quickly; their lifestyles were just too different. In some ways, she was glad. There had always been a sense that she was putting on a show for them, unable to fully be herself.
Her exit came up, and a wide smile split her face. Finally, she was home.
*****
Outside of the Blue Mustangs Motorcycle Clubhouse, Christian Belz leaned against the wall and contemplated how much he really wanted the position he’d taken. The old man was set in his ways, and wasn’t much on listening to anyone else. Yeah, he was relatively new to this club, but in the past four years he’d more than earned the respect of his new family. Everyone but one Atticus Rivers, President.
The roar of a well-tuned engine coming down the road broke his internal monologue. A ’72 Harley SuperGlide with custom paint and handlebars rounded the curve and slid into the parking lot, a huge duffel tied to the back and a slim body in the seat.
She hopped off the seat, and he realized who he was looking at: Atticus’ daughter, home from college, all grown up and ready to take on the world. She sure didn’t look much like the pictures of the little girl in pigtails and braces Atticus kept around the club, or his memories of a gangly girl with a permanent braid and a habit of tripping over her feet. She pulled off her helmet with a relieved sigh that he could hear all the way across the parking lot. Wildly tangled, mahogany hair fell to her slim waist.
Damn, the old man’s daughter had grown up, and she was smoking hot.
Tight, well-worn jeans clung to every curve, dipping low at the waist to reveal a strip of pale flesh where her shirt was riding up as she stretched. Long, lean legs ended in a pair of much-loved short riding boots. She had a full sleeve tattoo on her left arm and a half sleeve on her right; real nice work in color and grayscale.
Christian slipped inside before she could come up the walk, his jeans a little snugger than when he’d come outside.
*****
She took a moment to stretch out the kinks from the long ride, then took off running for the door. She couldn’t wait a second longer. She burst through the doors and her Daddy was right there, jumping up to catch her when she launched herself at him. “Daddy!”
“There’s my Sandy girl!” Atticus hugged her hard, so glad to see his baby again. He set her on her feet so he could have a good look at her. Two years she’d been away from him, and she’d changed too much. She was no longer the lanky girl he’d sent off to college. Smiling bigger than he had in ages, he pulled her close and hugged her hard again.
“Atticus, you let go of that girl so we can all get a chance to see her,” a familiar voice called out. Sandy turned and saw the woman who was like a Mom and a friend all rolled into one: Atticus’ longtime girlfriend, Mariah. More hugging, and some tears this time. “You come on over here and sit, get a cold drink. You’re fair to burning up. Too damn hot this summer already.”
Atticus watched as his two favorite women in the world walked up to the bar. He settled down at his table, smiling as she enthusiastically greeted everyone around her, people she’d known all her life. This was family, and they were all glad to see her come home where she
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