“Hey, leave her alone,” he yelled, running toward them. His first choice was to avoid taking on the men. His hope was they’d decide escape was easier than fighting.
The men decided to ignore him and picked up speed, dragging the woman along, holding her under her arms, her white dress trailing on the ground behind her.
He’d worry about where they found a bride later. Now he needed to get the upper hand before they tossed her in the van and tore off. As he ran, he shot toward the van, aiming for the tires.
At the sound of gunshots, the men carried the woman a little farther, then must have decided it was too much work and dropped her. As he got close to where they’d dropped her, they started the van and peeled out of there. A mud-covered license plate didn’t even give him a tag to have Scoop, their tech guy, search for.
He glanced down at the woman on the ground and reached to move her thick blonde hair and veil out of her face. Gray eyes glaring up at him had him pausing, but then her face smoothed out. What the hell? Wasn’t she happy he just rescued her?
“Are you okay?” he asked. Maybe he’d imagined it because now she wasn’t glaring.
“I’m not sure,” she said.
Twist held his hand out to help her up. Something was still off about this. Her hair was blonde, thick with lighter streaks in it and in a bun that had come loose during her tussle with the two men. The dress had a couple tears in the skirt and had leaves stuck to the lace on the bottom. The white lace short sleeves highlighted the pale skin of her arms, which were surprisingly sleek with muscles. Nothing about this was making sense, but he would never have allowed someone to be hurt on his watch.
She took his hand and stood up, swaying a little. Twist pulled her close.
“What happened?” he asked.
“I hitched a ride to get away from my family, who wanted me to marry an ass.Unfortunately, the guy who gave me a ride didn’t want to just supply the ride. When I said no to a blow job as the price, he dumped me here. I texted an old friend who runs a towing company to pick me up, but then those guys got me as I came out of the restroom,” she huffed, rubbing her arms.
“You seemed almost mad when I first helped you,” he said.
“I was mad at them and myself for not being aware,” she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. A tremble went through her body.
“I just couldn’t believe it was happening,” she said softly.
“Okay, I need to hit the restroom before going on. Do you want to come by the door? Where is your friend you texted?” he asked. Something was still off, but Twist was willing to play along until he couldfigure out why the hot-as-hell woman was lying her ass off to him.
“He was still a half hour away before they grabbed me.” She shuddered again. “Could you maybe give me a ride so I don’t have to wait as long? This place is creeping me out,” she asked quietly.
Twist had a hard time concentrating on what she asked. He was distracted by her big gray eyes with thick lashes and lush lips, which could look fantastic wrapped around… and he needed to stop thinking about that because his cock was already half hard. He didn’t need to try to ride with a steel pole trying to punch through his jeans. Besides the fact, he still needed to piss something fierce.
“Yeah, I can give you a ride. Let me actually take care of what I came here for, andwe can leave,” he said, walking toward the bathrooms. She followed right behind.
“I’ll stand right here outside the door, but if they come back, I’ll be running in,” she said.
He walked in and spent time trying to convince his cock to go down so he could piss.
He finished and washed his hands, then headed back out to his bike. It had turned chilly, and the wind blowing through the bare trees, with the shadowy light from the moon, set the scene for every Halloween movie he’d ever seen.
The woman whose name he still didn’t know was standing by the door in a decidedly shorter dress than earlier. At least with it being knee-length, he wouldn’t worry quite so much about it getting caught in the spokes.
“So maybe we should exchange names before I give you a ride,” he said as they walked toward his bike.
She stuck out her hand, “Britt Meadows, thank you so much for the rescue. I know once I’m home and reflect on this, I’ll be crying, realizing how close I was to being taken.”
“Name’s Twist and glad I came along. You get ahold of your friend?” Twist asked.
“Yes. He said he’d meet us at an exit about thirty minutes down the road,” she said.
“Have you ridden on a bike before?” he asked.
“Umm, yeah, it’s how I knew I needed to shorten my skirt.”
Her soft voice turned him on. He should be thankful she wouldn’t be on his bike longer than a half hour, but the time she was would be torture.
Britt got on behind him.
