Born to Ride: A Biker Erotic Romance (Blue Mustangs MC) by Emily Stone Page A
Authors: Emily Stone
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belonged.
*****
Sandy took a long pull on the ice cold beer that Mariah had put in her hand. It seemed like she’d hugged and kissed the entire town since she’d gotten inside. Not that she was complaining. There was no better feeling than knowing she’d been missed and was so loved by all these people, who most others would dismiss as outlaws. Outsiders. To her, they were just family.
She’d noticed Christian, of course. It was hard not to, with his bad-boy good looks and confident attitude. She’d also noticed the hard looks her Daddy had been shooting in his direction. Knowing she’d never get any good dish out of her Daddy, she grabbed Mariah by the arm and pulled her back into the kitchen. “So, what’s up with Christian?”
Mariah cocked an eyebrow at the young woman she considered her daughter. “I’m sure I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Daddy is shooting him death looks.”
Mariah sighed and shook her head. “Best get used to that. You know your Daddy: he isn’t much on change, and Christian is definitely a big change. Folk around here voted him our new Vice-President last month after Gary passed. He’s got a lot of ideas, that young man. Atticus is not happy about it at all.” Mariah got a plate and, out of habit, began making Sandy her favorite, grilled cheese with bacon.
Sandy smiled as the older woman worked. She was so glad that some things never changed, because she was starving. “I’m going to go talk to Daddy.” She turned to go, stopped, and went back, hugging the woman again. “I’ve missed you, Mari.”
Mariah hugged her back hard then pushed her towards the door. “Of course you did. I’m awesome.”
She felt the tension the minute she walked out the door. Atticus was having a heated discussion with the man who’d starred in most of her teenage fantasies. She watched for a minute, taking in the stubborn tilt of her Daddy’s head, the way his hands were balled into fists. Christian was calmer, hands relaxed, but there was an angry flush on his neck. Time to step in and let this fight happen another day.
“Hello boys,” she said, pulling out the chair next to her Daddy’s. She set her beer on the table in front of her and smiled widely at the two men.
“Good to see you home again, Sandy.”
Christian’s accent was more Southern than hers, smooth and rich, like good brandy. “I hear you’re the new Vice-President of the Blue Mustangs. Congratulations. I hope you like paperwork.”
“Live for it,” he replied, flirting despite the flare of heat in the old man’s eyes. Sandy Rivers was striking up close. Her dark green eyes were shot through with gold flecks, set off by all that mahogany-colored hair. He could see Atticus in the shape of her face, wider at the cheekbones than at the jaw, but that was as far as the resemblance to her dad went.
CHAPTER TWO
“I want you to stay away from him, Sandy.” Atticus stood outside her bedroom door, much like he had when she was a teenager, giving her rules before going out.
“Who?” She swiped on some lip balm, in a hurry to get to the hastily-put-together coming home party with her friends.
“Christian. I saw the way he was looking at you. He’s bad news.” Atticus crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.
Sighing, Sandy put down the hairbrush she’d picked up and turned to face him. “I’m sure you’re seeing things. Besides, what makes him so much more trouble than any of the others?”
“They know better than to lay a finger on you, that’s what.” He pulled away from the door frame and punched his finger at her. “They have respect for me.”
“The men here kept their hands off me because I was underage and your daughter. They weren’t stupid.” Sandy walked up to her daddy and put her hands on his tense shoulders. “You don’t like the man, that’s clear, but I barely know him and
*****
Sandy took a long pull on the ice cold beer that Mariah had put in her hand. It seemed like she’d hugged and kissed the entire town since she’d gotten inside. Not that she was complaining. There was no better feeling than knowing she’d been missed and was so loved by all these people, who most others would dismiss as outlaws. Outsiders. To her, they were just family.
She’d noticed Christian, of course. It was hard not to, with his bad-boy good looks and confident attitude. She’d also noticed the hard looks her Daddy had been shooting in his direction. Knowing she’d never get any good dish out of her Daddy, she grabbed Mariah by the arm and pulled her back into the kitchen. “So, what’s up with Christian?”
Mariah cocked an eyebrow at the young woman she considered her daughter. “I’m sure I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Daddy is shooting him death looks.”
Mariah sighed and shook her head. “Best get used to that. You know your Daddy: he isn’t much on change, and Christian is definitely a big change. Folk around here voted him our new Vice-President last month after Gary passed. He’s got a lot of ideas, that young man. Atticus is not happy about it at all.” Mariah got a plate and, out of habit, began making Sandy her favorite, grilled cheese with bacon.
Sandy smiled as the older woman worked. She was so glad that some things never changed, because she was starving. “I’m going to go talk to Daddy.” She turned to go, stopped, and went back, hugging the woman again. “I’ve missed you, Mari.”
Mariah hugged her back hard then pushed her towards the door. “Of course you did. I’m awesome.”
She felt the tension the minute she walked out the door. Atticus was having a heated discussion with the man who’d starred in most of her teenage fantasies. She watched for a minute, taking in the stubborn tilt of her Daddy’s head, the way his hands were balled into fists. Christian was calmer, hands relaxed, but there was an angry flush on his neck. Time to step in and let this fight happen another day.
“Hello boys,” she said, pulling out the chair next to her Daddy’s. She set her beer on the table in front of her and smiled widely at the two men.
“Good to see you home again, Sandy.”
Christian’s accent was more Southern than hers, smooth and rich, like good brandy. “I hear you’re the new Vice-President of the Blue Mustangs. Congratulations. I hope you like paperwork.”
“Live for it,” he replied, flirting despite the flare of heat in the old man’s eyes. Sandy Rivers was striking up close. Her dark green eyes were shot through with gold flecks, set off by all that mahogany-colored hair. He could see Atticus in the shape of her face, wider at the cheekbones than at the jaw, but that was as far as the resemblance to her dad went.
CHAPTER TWO
“I want you to stay away from him, Sandy.” Atticus stood outside her bedroom door, much like he had when she was a teenager, giving her rules before going out.
“Who?” She swiped on some lip balm, in a hurry to get to the hastily-put-together coming home party with her friends.
“Christian. I saw the way he was looking at you. He’s bad news.” Atticus crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.
Sighing, Sandy put down the hairbrush she’d picked up and turned to face him. “I’m sure you’re seeing things. Besides, what makes him so much more trouble than any of the others?”
“They know better than to lay a finger on you, that’s what.” He pulled away from the door frame and punched his finger at her. “They have respect for me.”
“The men here kept their hands off me because I was underage and your daughter. They weren’t stupid.” Sandy walked up to her daddy and put her hands on his tense shoulders. “You don’t like the man, that’s clear, but I barely know him and
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