Flint’s choice for a girlfriend. From the very first get-together where they’d pulled Kendra aside and told her a few things she needed to know until now, they’d hung right by her side.
The pretty young girls who made up the Sweet Butts weren’t high on Kendra’s list of favorites though. She realized they were an integral part of the motorcycle club, mostly there for eye candy more than anything else. Or at least as far as she knew. Flint never said much about them, but she didn’t worry since Flint had made it clear he wasn’t the least bit tempted by their big boobs or their loose morals. The best thing about the Sweet Butts were that they seemed to change frequently so if there was one you didn’t particularly like, she would probably be gone soon anyway.
Kendra tried to be nice and polite to the girls at the very least, but she’d found that trying to have a real friendship or even a deep conversation with most of them was almost impossible. They were there for the male bikers, not to make girlfriends.
As long as they kept their hands off Flint, everything would be fine. They could look all they wanted. After all, what normal female wouldn’t want to stare at Flint? But the second they laid a hand on him, there would be hell to pay.
After the police had dropped all charges against Jesse, Flint had begun to slowly relax and show a side to her that she hadn’t seen before. She knew the MC was still going hard after the Liberators even though she wasn’t privy to the details. Flint felt it was safer that way. She’d read in the local newspaper that several men had been arrested, and even though the article didn’t mention the Liberators by name, she knew it had to be them.
“You doing okay back there?” Flint yelled over his shoulder, breaking into her thoughts.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“You want to see how fast this baby can go?” he challenged.
“No, not really,” she replied with a laugh, knowing he was going to show her anyway. She tightened her grip on his waist and leaned up to peek around his shoulder. They were on a flat stretch of highway in a valley between two mountains. She could see at least a mile ahead, if not more. Of course Flint wouldn’t be able to turn down a perfect opportunity to speed.
Flint opened the throttle full blast and the speedometer crept up. When the needle went over 100 mph, she shut her eyes and said a silent prayer. She trusted him completely, but it still unnerved her a little bit. To think there was nothing between her skin and the asphalt if they had an accident. At least she would die happy. Or at least that was what she told herself.
There would always be a little bit of holding back and timidness in her. She wasn’t a risk taker or an adrenaline junkie like Flint. But there was no way in hell she was going to ask him to slow down. Just as he needed her calming and steady presence, she needed his thrill. In a weird way, they completed each other, two oddball parts to equal a decent whole.
Flint lived to ride. To feel the engine underneath his body, the wind in his hair. It was as much a part of him as breathing. To love Flint meant accepting every part of him, especially the wild and sometimes reckless man she had fallen for in the very beginning. And she did love him. More than she ever would have thought possible. There wasn’t a single exact moment where she knew she’d fallen in love with Flint. To her, it seemed as if her love for him had always been there. Forever.
As they rode deeper into the mountains, it didn’t take Kendra long to guess where they were headed – the safe house where they’d first met. As to why he was taking her there after all this time, she couldn’t guess.
Flint turned off the highway and started up the dirt mountain road. The last time they’d been there, the road had been icy and dangerous. Now yellow jonquils and pink blooming mountain laurels dotted the woods beside the road. Except for some times when
The pretty young girls who made up the Sweet Butts weren’t high on Kendra’s list of favorites though. She realized they were an integral part of the motorcycle club, mostly there for eye candy more than anything else. Or at least as far as she knew. Flint never said much about them, but she didn’t worry since Flint had made it clear he wasn’t the least bit tempted by their big boobs or their loose morals. The best thing about the Sweet Butts were that they seemed to change frequently so if there was one you didn’t particularly like, she would probably be gone soon anyway.
Kendra tried to be nice and polite to the girls at the very least, but she’d found that trying to have a real friendship or even a deep conversation with most of them was almost impossible. They were there for the male bikers, not to make girlfriends.
As long as they kept their hands off Flint, everything would be fine. They could look all they wanted. After all, what normal female wouldn’t want to stare at Flint? But the second they laid a hand on him, there would be hell to pay.
After the police had dropped all charges against Jesse, Flint had begun to slowly relax and show a side to her that she hadn’t seen before. She knew the MC was still going hard after the Liberators even though she wasn’t privy to the details. Flint felt it was safer that way. She’d read in the local newspaper that several men had been arrested, and even though the article didn’t mention the Liberators by name, she knew it had to be them.
“You doing okay back there?” Flint yelled over his shoulder, breaking into her thoughts.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“You want to see how fast this baby can go?” he challenged.
“No, not really,” she replied with a laugh, knowing he was going to show her anyway. She tightened her grip on his waist and leaned up to peek around his shoulder. They were on a flat stretch of highway in a valley between two mountains. She could see at least a mile ahead, if not more. Of course Flint wouldn’t be able to turn down a perfect opportunity to speed.
Flint opened the throttle full blast and the speedometer crept up. When the needle went over 100 mph, she shut her eyes and said a silent prayer. She trusted him completely, but it still unnerved her a little bit. To think there was nothing between her skin and the asphalt if they had an accident. At least she would die happy. Or at least that was what she told herself.
There would always be a little bit of holding back and timidness in her. She wasn’t a risk taker or an adrenaline junkie like Flint. But there was no way in hell she was going to ask him to slow down. Just as he needed her calming and steady presence, she needed his thrill. In a weird way, they completed each other, two oddball parts to equal a decent whole.
Flint lived to ride. To feel the engine underneath his body, the wind in his hair. It was as much a part of him as breathing. To love Flint meant accepting every part of him, especially the wild and sometimes reckless man she had fallen for in the very beginning. And she did love him. More than she ever would have thought possible. There wasn’t a single exact moment where she knew she’d fallen in love with Flint. To her, it seemed as if her love for him had always been there. Forever.
As they rode deeper into the mountains, it didn’t take Kendra long to guess where they were headed – the safe house where they’d first met. As to why he was taking her there after all this time, she couldn’t guess.
Flint turned off the highway and started up the dirt mountain road. The last time they’d been there, the road had been icy and dangerous. Now yellow jonquils and pink blooming mountain laurels dotted the woods beside the road. Except for some times when
Similar Books
