Snarl grinned, kissing me gently, as he pulled out, helping me lower my feet to the floor and holding me tightly as my legs wobbled. “You good?”
“Ah, give me a second to get my sea legs,” I said, gripping his cut.
It was then I realized he was still half-clothed, and I hadn’t taken my bra off.
He chuckled. “Next time we’ll get all the way naked, sound good?”
I met his eyes. “Just as long asthere’s a next time…”
He stroked my cheek. “There’s gonna be a series of next times, beautiful.”
I grinned. “Correct answer.”
“Let me get rid of this condom. Bathroom?”
“Down the hall on the left.”
“Which one’s your room?” he asked.
“Last door on the right.”
He kicked off his jeans (which also held his boxer briefs) and then headed down the hall while I removed the rest of my clothes and met him in my bedroom.
Lennon
SNARL WRAPPED AN arm around me, pulling me onto the bed. I curled myself around him and kissed his chest. “The other night, at Granny’s when youfound out I was a biker, I asked if you rode, and you said you weren’t a fan.”
I nodded. “I remember.”
“Did you mean you weren’t a fan of bikes or bikers, because I’m kind of getting some mixed messages here.”
“I’m sorry,” I replied. “Meeting you has sort of thrown me for a loop. A pretty big one, actually. I didn’t know you when I said that, and I wouldn’t have said it if I did.”
“Fair enough, but what did you mean at the time?”
“My best friend in the world. Waverly. We were roommates while undergrads at the University of Colorado. And one night, during our sophomore year, we went to what we thought was going to be a frat party.We’d been to a couple of them before. The guys were always nice, and we never felt unsafe, but this one was different from the very beginning. First of all, it was further off campus than most other parties, and when we got there, we barely recognized any of the people there. This didn’t seem to be a college party as much as it was a party with some college students in attendance. Waverly and I almost left five minutes after arriving and would have if we hadn’t run into Julie Keplinger. Julie was a mutual friend of ours who insisted we’d be safe that night. She assured us that her boyfriend Aaron was the guy who was throwing the party and that he’d hired some local bikers to act as security for the night. No one got in without their approval and they’dbreak up any kind of trouble right away.”
Snarl groaned. “Shit.”
I nodded. “We trusted Julie and stayed, and at first things were going pretty well. We danced, had a few drinks, and eventually struck up a conversation with Nathan Fields, a guy I knew from Ecology class. Waverly said she was going into the kitchen to get another drink while I carried on my conversation with Nathan. Eventually, I realized that a half an hour had passed since I’d last seen Waverly, so I headed to the kitchen, but couldn’t find her anywhere. After searching the house, I went outside to the backyard, and that’s where I found her. Passed out, half naked, by a woodshed at the back of the property.”
“Christ,” Snarl whispered.
“Apparently, no one thought to have someone keep an eye on the so-called security guards, because while Nathan and I were talking, two of them managed to roofie Waverly’s drink, get her outside alone, and rape her.”
“Bikers did that to her?”
I nodded.
“I’m so sorry. It’s no wonder I rattled you. Is your friend, okay?”
“Waverly only remembers a few fragments from that night. I can’t help but feel like that’s some sort of blessing, but the whole event messed her up pretty good. She’s doing well now. Moved to Portland, she’s an amazing physical therapist, and has a positive outlook on life, despite what happened to her. She’s one hell of afighter but she still has a hard time sometimes, you know?”
“Did they catch the guys who assaulted her?” Snarl asked.
“The cops had one of them in custody within thirty-six hours. They were both known felons who rode with the Supreme Riders.”
“The Aryan club?” He scowled. “The guy who threw the party hired Nazi bikers as bouncers for a kegger?”
