Chapter Six
After the pit stopfor drinks, they hit the road again, and it didn’t take long to get out of the city and into the open desert.Not that they were in the flatland all that long.He waved toward the ranger station as they passed it and turned to shout so Winter could hear him over the rumble of the engine.
“We’ll stop on the way down, if you want.”
She didn’t say anything, so he’d ask once they reached the top.They kept to the slower speed limit while in the park, but it was enough that he didn’t get bored as he maneuvered the twists and turns the roadway took on the way to the summit.As he drove, he let his mind drift, one of the best parts about riding.He didn’t have to maintain a conversation.He didn’t have to worry about being polite or reading someone’s body language.He could let the wind in his face blow his troubles away, at least for the moment.
But this ride was different.Not in a bad way, but something told him things were changing, not the least of them being the woman at his back.There was something about her.And it wasn’t just that she was a club princess.Granted from a different club, but it was an allied club, so the difference didn’t matter.She would be treated like one of their own.And if anyone balked at that, he’d show them the error of their ways.That was his job, after all.As Sgt.at Arms, it was his responsibility to make sure all the brothers followed the rules and did what they were supposed to do.If, or rather when, a punishment had to be dealt, it was his job to mete it out.
Winter shifted behind him.
“You okay?”he asked over his shoulder.
“Yeah, just getting a little stiff,” she shouted back.
“We’re almost there.We’ll get off and wander around for a while.”He could have said more but didn’t want to shout over his shoulder.Instead, he kept his attention on the road, adding a little swerve here and there on the straight stretches because the first time he’d done it, while playing, Winter had laughed.He liked the sound of her laugh, especially with her pressed so close against his back.He also didn’t miss the heat coming off her pussy nestled against his ass.He fought the urge to shift himself, as part of him was stiff, and had been since she’d climbed onto the back of his bike and snuggled against him.
When they reached the summit, he was relieved to find it mostly empty.He gave the others a couple of hand signals then they all pulled up and walked their bikes back into separate spaces.There weren’t enough people around to be worried about taking up all the spaces, so they might as well get some room.He killed the engine and patted Winter’s leg.
“Okay, Spitfire.Feel free to wander around.We’ll hang around for a bit.Probably an hour at least.I want to give that fucker a chance to show up.The restroom is over there if you need it.I’m gonna walk around for a bit then maybe check out the ramada.”He motioned first toward the restroom then the ramada.
“Okay.”She braced one hand on his shoulder as she dismounted.He swung his leg over the back of the bike and turned to find her holding out his helmet.“Thank you again.”She put her hands in the small of her back and bent backward.He heard it pop and crack in several places even from several feet away and couldn’t help looking at her with surprise.
“Dad used to have a sissy bar for me.I guess I was spoiled.”She gave him a sad smile before she turned and headed for the restroom.
Bishop turned and spotted Warlock.
“Stay close to her.”
“You afraid she’s spying?”Warlock frowned.
“No.You’re making sure trouble doesn’t find her.Just in case that fuckwad gets past us, I want to make sure she’s safe.”
“Got it,” Warlock said with a nod.He turned to watch Winter a moment then followed at a slower pace.Bishop hated that he wasn’t the one to make sure she was safe, but he had a few calls to make and didn’t want her overhearing.He headed in the opposite direction, finding a trail without anyone on it and heading down a couple hundred yards as he pulled out his phone, found Bulldog’s number, and hit “dial.”
“What’s up?”Bulldog said picking up the line after two rings.
“What do we know about the Fallen Angels out of Montana?”
“Decent guys, loose allies, why?”
“I just had one of their club princesses walk up to me and ask for help.Didn’t even know we had an ally’s princess in our territory.”
Bulldog let out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush.“I didn’t either.How do you know who she is?”
Bishop went over everything that had happened in the last hour, asked him to reach out to Raven, make sure it was all good and to have Hammer, the club’s Tech Sgt., start looking into Winter’s life here.Especially anyone she’d dated—emphasis on anyone named Kevin.He gave his president everything he knew about Winter, not that it was much.
“No clue how long any of that might take, but I’ll get Hammer started on it.You know if she’s been tracked for more than a day or so, her place probably isn’t safe.Bring her to the clubhouse, we’ll make sure no one gets to her.You need more backup, just in case?”
“Nah.Me and the guys got it.If I need more I’ll reach out.I’ll let you know if anything changes.”
“Thanks.And Bishop?”Something about Bulldog’s tone told Bishop he wasn’t going to like what the president was about to say.
“Yeah?”
“Remember.She’s a princess, not a bunny.You don’t get to fuck her and walk away.”
“Not something I’m likely to forget, Boss.”Bishop disconnected the call without waiting for a response.Bulldog hated when they called him Boss, but that was what happened when you said stupid things.
