Which made him just my type. Trouble was my middle name.
Brown eyes narrowed as he stared down at me. I didn’t move from my blanket. With the bottle still tipped to my lips, I stared right back.
His smile grew the more I let my gaze wander over him. I was undressing him with my eyes, and he knew it. It should have made me blush.
Hell, just being out in the middle of nowhere with him should have made me nervous. He was a big, dangerous looking stranger, and I was a woman on my own. Knowing my past, it was a recipe for disaster. But the panic didn’t come like I expected.
“Can I help you?” I finally asked, when the silence had stretched on too long. I could feel his eyes on me, in much the same way I had been staring at him. They lingered on my bare legs, his gaze almost a caress before it moved upwards.
He was checking me out, which was fine, but the silence was starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
Arching an eyebrow, I waited for him to answer me.
“Yeah.” When he finally spoke, his voice was gravelly. Totally masculine like the rest of him. My core clenched at the sound of it. That voice suited him perfectly. Dark and dangerous.
And totally panty-dropping.
“I was wondering who the fuck you were calling asshole?”
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I wasn’t goingto stop.
It was obvious that someone had broken down and after a passing glance at the beat-up old camper when I sped by, I wasn’t exactly surprised.
Surprised the old death trap ran to begin with, sure, but not that it had stopped working.
Grinning to myself, I twisted the throttle harder.
Home was close, so close I could already feel the ice-cold beer that would be thrust into my hands when I finally reached the Savage Sons’ clubhouse.
That’s when I saw her. Blonde hair streaked with all the colours of the rainbow, tanned legs. The bottle she was holding caught the low rays of the sun.
“Asshole.”
My bike slowed like it had a mind of its own, bringing me to a stop. I sucked in a breath. I wasn’t a total asshole, but some random chick at the side of the road wasn’t my problem. Especially one who drove a van with sunflowers painted on the side.
But I couldn't deny that my curiosity was piqued. Gliding towards her slowly, I had more time to take her in. She wasn’t my usual type.
I was all for free love, but the hippy chicks had never done it for me.
I had two options. Drive on and let her fend for herself or…
But, damn, she was hot. Not in a conventional way maybe, but enough to make my dick twitch in my jeans.
“Can I help you?”
I tore my eyes away from her legs, finally meeting her eyes, and a slow grin split my face open as I watched her tip the bottle to her lips again. She didn’t seem phased by me staring, if anything, I would have said she was enjoying the attention.
And if she enjoyed it then who was I to disappoint?
“Yeah,” I drawled. “I was wondering who the fuck you were calling asshole?” My voice was gruff. Any normal person would have baulked under it, maybe even scurried to say something apologetic.
Not this chick though. She just grinned right back. One blonde eyebrow arched into her crazy coloured hair.
I almost laughed, almost. The way she was eying me back was so blatant it was almost funny. Except I didn’t laugh. I kind of liked her eyes on me.
