Rider Read online Hope Ford (Exiled Guardians MC #6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Exiled Guardians MC Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
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“Of course,” I tell her, but groan inwardly. How much more can a man take?

3

Willow

I get onto the back of the bike and with my short skirt, I know I almost look indecent. My panty clad pussy is pressed against his rough jeans and I scoot in closer after first contact. Wrapping my arms around him, I lean my head on his back. He grabs my hands on his chest and hollers back to me, “Don’t let go.”

As if I would, I think to myself. If it was possible, I would stay like this forever. In the beginning, I thought he was just some player and I fought off my attraction to him. As I’ve gotten to know him more, I’ve found out he’s not a player at all. When he was in the service, I worried about him like any best friend would. When he joined the Exiled Guardians, I worried about him. Until I met them all. He’s found his family and is living the life he wants. I tried to stay away, but decided that I didn’t care anymore. Even if I had to watch him go out with other women, I couldn’t stay away. So I packed up my apartment, turned my notice in at my job and moved here. I started at a salon in town and I’m already slowly building up my client list. Of course, Rider helped with that. He has all the ol’ ladies already coming to me.

When we pull into his driveway and he turns the bike off, I don’t let go. If anything, I hold on a little tighter.

He turns in his seat, as much as he can with my hold on him. “You okay?”

I don’t answer him. I only nod my head against his back.

He sits there quietly for a minute and I know he probably thinks I’m crazy.

When my hold loosens, I shakily climb off.

I pull my skirt down and watch him as he gets off the bike. I follow him to his door and I can’t take my eyes off his ass. Usually, I can control my wayward thoughts, but not so much tonight. I probably shouldn’t have had that third shot.

He opens the door and gestures for me to go on in. As soon as I’m inside, I tug off my boots, walk into the living room and fall back on the couch.

He follows suit and sits down. He picks up the remote and flicks the TV on. “You need something to sleep in?”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” I tell him. I don’t know if he realizes that I steal all of his T-shirts while I’m here. I intentionally don’t bring any clothes so he will give me something of his. And then I sleep in it every night. Hell, sometimes I tie it at the waist and wear it to work. There’s something about being wrapped in something that is his.

He jumps up from the couch and walks down the long hallway. With my head laid back on the couch, I look around the room. Nothing’s changed. He has only the bare necessities, just like a bachelor’s house would look. But the framed picture on the mantle has me sucking in a breath and I vault from the couch to get a closer look. I pick it up and hold it in my hands, staring at it.

“How about Bon Jovi?” Rider asks when he walks in, holding up a shirt with the band name on the front of it.

I turn with the picture in my hand. “How did you get this?”

His cheeks turn red. “Lilly. She took our picture that day and when she showed me I had it printed and framed.”

I run my finger lightly over the glass frame. It’s a picture of Rider and me on his bike. It was the first day I got here and we went down the road to grab something to eat. Both of us are smiling in it. Rider is looking at the camera. But not me, no, I’m looking at Rider and anyone that looks at it would be able to tell how much I love him. It’s written plainly on my face.

I look up at Rider, wondering if he realizes, but his face is void of all emotion. He’s not giving anything up.

“I want a copy of it,” I tell him and then set it back on the mantle.

He doesn’t answer me, just holds the shirt out to me.

I take it from him and walk quickly out of the room. I know if I stand here much longer, I’m going to confess to him exactly what I’m feeling.

When I get to the doorway, I ask him, “Mind if I take a shower?”

I swear I hear him groan, but when I turn around, he’s just nodding his head. “Sure, you know where everything is.”



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