RECKLESS AND WILD: MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE BOX SET by Honey Palomino Page B
Authors: Honey Palomino
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sent it.
So I did it. I started my car, and pulled in behind the black, low-slung Mercedes. I still couldn't see who I was following, and I hung back a bit and tried to blend into the other cars around us.
River continued to head North on Main Street, but when he reached the light, he turned East and the black car continued North. Making a quick decision, I decided to follow the other car instead of River. Something was fishy, and I needed to see who was driving that car. When they reached the on-ramp to the freeway, I followed closely behind them.
They drove for miles and miles, and I was about to give up and turn around when they took the same exit that I had taken when I followed River that first, fateful night. When they pulled into River's driveway, I knew something was definitely not right.
My heart raced as I parked my car in the same, familiar place, and grabbing my camera and trying to ignore the rain, I stumbled through the dark woods down the pathway to River's house. When I reached the cabin, it was still and quiet. The car was parked in front, the driver nowhere to be seen. A light was on in the living room, but I couldn't see inside the windows because of the relentless rain.
I jumped as thunder exploded above me. I was soaked to the bone, my hair and clothes a floppy, wet mess. Rain pounded the ground, causing thick mud to splash onto my boots as I slowly approached the cabin. If I could get closer, I could wipe the window and see what was going on inside.
I sprinted from the useless tree canopy I was standing under, my faith in it keeping me dry having been lost quickly and I made a mad dash for the living room window. There was only a small patch of darkness I could hide in. River's cabin was lit up on the outside like a baseball field and I knew now why he said he would know if someone was watching him. I hadn't noticed it so much that first night, maybe because it wasn't raining, or maybe because I was distracted by the swell of River's sweet cock that I had the pleasure of viewing through his bedroom window, but nevertheless, it was quite a challenge to hide next to his house.
Inching up to the window, I crouched under it and quickly reached up and ran my hand across the glass. It wasn't much help, but I was able to put my face right up to it and peer inside.
I gasped when I saw one of the Barbie twins rummaging through a cabinet in River's kitchen. Of course! I hadn't recognized her car in the pouring rain.
What the hell was she doing here? She was going from one drawer to another, searching frantically through what looked like papers and mail for something that she apparently wasn't finding.
What did this mean? I thought she was one of River's lovers and yet she was here at his house alone. And what the hell was she looking for?
My camera was in my hand, but I knew the chances of getting a picture through the dark living room window was nonexistent. I would have to get closer somehow. Maybe if I could get a peek into the kitchen window, I could snap a picture of her and give it to River. If I told him I knew who she was, he would know I had seen her here before. No. I had to pretend I had no idea who she was when I told River about this, and it would be a lot easier to do with a picture.
I ran over to the kitchen window and wiping part of it off, I peered inside. I had the perfect view for capturing on camera, and the woman couldn't see me.
As much as I hated to admit it, she was pretty. Pretty, in a wholesome, natural girl kind of way. If you liked that sort of thing. Her tits were perky and the curve of her hips in her tight jeans was the kind of thing that made grown men moan. Her long blonde hair, while slightly wet from the rain, was still perfect, without a hair out of place. Of course it was. I hated her.
But no matter what her relationship with River was, she was screwed now. He might have known her, but I was damned sure he
So I did it. I started my car, and pulled in behind the black, low-slung Mercedes. I still couldn't see who I was following, and I hung back a bit and tried to blend into the other cars around us.
River continued to head North on Main Street, but when he reached the light, he turned East and the black car continued North. Making a quick decision, I decided to follow the other car instead of River. Something was fishy, and I needed to see who was driving that car. When they reached the on-ramp to the freeway, I followed closely behind them.
They drove for miles and miles, and I was about to give up and turn around when they took the same exit that I had taken when I followed River that first, fateful night. When they pulled into River's driveway, I knew something was definitely not right.
My heart raced as I parked my car in the same, familiar place, and grabbing my camera and trying to ignore the rain, I stumbled through the dark woods down the pathway to River's house. When I reached the cabin, it was still and quiet. The car was parked in front, the driver nowhere to be seen. A light was on in the living room, but I couldn't see inside the windows because of the relentless rain.
I jumped as thunder exploded above me. I was soaked to the bone, my hair and clothes a floppy, wet mess. Rain pounded the ground, causing thick mud to splash onto my boots as I slowly approached the cabin. If I could get closer, I could wipe the window and see what was going on inside.
I sprinted from the useless tree canopy I was standing under, my faith in it keeping me dry having been lost quickly and I made a mad dash for the living room window. There was only a small patch of darkness I could hide in. River's cabin was lit up on the outside like a baseball field and I knew now why he said he would know if someone was watching him. I hadn't noticed it so much that first night, maybe because it wasn't raining, or maybe because I was distracted by the swell of River's sweet cock that I had the pleasure of viewing through his bedroom window, but nevertheless, it was quite a challenge to hide next to his house.
Inching up to the window, I crouched under it and quickly reached up and ran my hand across the glass. It wasn't much help, but I was able to put my face right up to it and peer inside.
I gasped when I saw one of the Barbie twins rummaging through a cabinet in River's kitchen. Of course! I hadn't recognized her car in the pouring rain.
What the hell was she doing here? She was going from one drawer to another, searching frantically through what looked like papers and mail for something that she apparently wasn't finding.
What did this mean? I thought she was one of River's lovers and yet she was here at his house alone. And what the hell was she looking for?
My camera was in my hand, but I knew the chances of getting a picture through the dark living room window was nonexistent. I would have to get closer somehow. Maybe if I could get a peek into the kitchen window, I could snap a picture of her and give it to River. If I told him I knew who she was, he would know I had seen her here before. No. I had to pretend I had no idea who she was when I told River about this, and it would be a lot easier to do with a picture.
I ran over to the kitchen window and wiping part of it off, I peered inside. I had the perfect view for capturing on camera, and the woman couldn't see me.
As much as I hated to admit it, she was pretty. Pretty, in a wholesome, natural girl kind of way. If you liked that sort of thing. Her tits were perky and the curve of her hips in her tight jeans was the kind of thing that made grown men moan. Her long blonde hair, while slightly wet from the rain, was still perfect, without a hair out of place. Of course it was. I hated her.
But no matter what her relationship with River was, she was screwed now. He might have known her, but I was damned sure he
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