“Good. Now that we all understand each other, get the fuck out ofhere before I change my mind and kill all three of you now.”
As soon as the trio of losers were out of sight Snarl turned to me. “You okay? Did those guys touch you?”
I shook my head. Terrified by what he would have done if they had. Terrified, and also completely turned on. Never in a million years did I think violence would have had that kind of effect on me, but it did. In fact, Snarl protecting me was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced in my entire life.
Snarl reached out, sliding his hand to my neck and tugging me forward. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay, I’ve just never seen a fist fight before.”
“That wasn’t a fight. That was scraping dog shit off the sidewalk,”he replied.
“Thank you, either way.”
“We should probably get the hell out of here,” Snarl said, scanning the parking lot. “Just in case someone saw us and called the cops.”
“Would your club really beat up their family members?” I asked, a little afraid of his answer.
“Get our hands dirty over those weasels? Not a chance in hell,” he said with a laugh. “We’re far from squeaky clean, but we’re not about that kind of shit. Come on, let’s go.”
Snarl quickly led us to where we’d parked, and I got into the Red Rider as he climbed onto his bike.
Before closing the car door and before losing my nerve I asked, “Would you like to come to my apartment? Well,ourapartment. Ishare it with two other women, but they’re both away during the summer break, so we’d have the place all to ourselves.”
Snarl smiled wide. “I’d love to.”
“Great. Follow me,” I said, hoping I wasn’t blushing too much. I’d been in a serious relationship throughout most of college and had never asked a man to ‘come back to my place,’ before. I turned the key to the ignition but instead of the Red Rider roaring to life, she let out a pathetic ‘click, click, click,’ so I stopped, waited a few seconds and tried again. This time, she only gave me two clicks, and then no clicks.
Snarl tapped on my window, and since the power windows were kaput, I opened the car door.
“Sounds like a dead starter motor,” Snarl said.
“Everything else is dying on this old gal. Why not?”
“If it is the starter, it’s something I can fix, but not here. I’ll call some brothers to haul your car back to our shop.”
“That’s so sweet of you, but I think ol’ Red’s days of riding might just be over. Maybe your guys could tow it to the nearest cash for cars lot. That would be incredible.”
“I got you covered,” Snarl said, before starting his bike. “Now, get on.”
“I’m sorry. The engine of your bike is very loud. It sounded like you told me to get on.”
Snarl nodded. “That’s right. There’s a helmet on the back. Put it on your head, tighten the strap, climb onto the bike, and hold onto mywaist.”
“I don’t think so,” I replied.
“Well, your car is dead, and I’m not leaving you here in this parking lot.” He cocked his head. “I assume that when you asked me to come back to your place it was to fuck. Yes?”
I nodded vigorously.
“Good, then text me your address, then climb on and let’s go.”
Having no other option, and agreeing that we should get the hell out of Dodge, I did as he instructed, then strapped on the helmet, and climbed on the back of Snarl’s bike, which tore down the road before I knew what was happening. I closed my eyes, held onto Snarl for dear life, and even sent up a few prayers. Granny would have been proud. Butsoon, fear gave way to exhilaration, and I opened my eyes to see Denver flying past us as Snarl’s bike cut through the cool night air. I did my best to relax and enjoy the moment, thinking of the experience as field research. I wasn’t straddled onto the back of a death machine with the sexiest man I’d ever met, I was studying the elusive nomad in his natural habitat. A city that seemed almost new to me from the back of Snarl’s bike.
“You doin’ okay?” Snarl asked.
“Terrified, but kind of loving it, too!”
“Yup, that’s the point,” he replied, before pulling back on the throttle.
