Rider (Silver Saints MC)

Wendy. Her name was cute, but it still seemed to fit just right with her sexy body and confidence.

She pivoted and took a step in my direction, her steps faltering when she saw that it was me. However, she still closed the distance between us and leaned on the bar. “What can I do for you?”

I grinned and took a seat on the stool to my right. “Oh, baby. That list is almost as long as the one of the things I want to do to you.”

Her gray eyes darkened, and she swallowed hard before licking her lips. Then she cleared her throat and cocked her head to the side. “Does that line work often?”

I frowned and locked my gaze with hers, conveying how serious I was when I said, “Wouldn’t know. Never used it before.”

To my surprise, she easily accepted my answer. However, she still shrugged and stood. “I’m pretty sure that list is going to shrink to one item—run away—when you learn who I am.”

I stood to my full height and placed my palms on the shiny, wooden bar top, then leaned forward. Despite her height, I towered over Wendy, and my position brought our faces inches apart. “I’ve never run from anything in my life, little firecracker, and I’m not about to start. And no one—no one—is going to stop me from making you mine.”

Wendy’s breathing picked up, and she bit her lip as her eyes darted away, then back again. There was interest and skepticism in them. “You don’t even know me.”

I cupped the back of her neck with one hand and brought her close enough to brush my lips over hers before releasing her. “I knew you the instant I saw you, baby. Knew you were meant to be mine, and that’s all I needed to know. But if it makes you feel better, what time do you get off?”

“Um…” She glanced at her watch. “In ten minutes.”

I nodded and returned to sitting on the stool. “We’ll get to know each other once you’re done with work.”

“How? We can’t stay here, and I can’t just leave with a stranger. I don’t even know your name,” she countered.

“First”—I ticked off the list on my fingers—“my name is Aiden Banks. My road name is Rider, but you call me Aiden. Second, you damn well know you are safe with a Silver Saint, and third, we can find an all-night diner or something.”

Wendy looked flabbergasted and didn’t speak at first, then she seemed to snap out of her stupor. “Okay, citizen. Meet me back here in ten.”

Her use of biker slang surprised me, but she’d probably picked it up because this bar was a popular watering hole for several MCs. I shook my head and tossed a scowl at the male bartender watching us with a wary expression. He was clearly waiting to see if he needed to step in and protect Wendy. Over my dead fucking body would this fucker get between my woman and me.

“I’ll wait right here.”

Don walked behind the bar just as the other man said, “These seats are for paying customers, buddy.”

Don waved him off. “Relax, Todd. He’s a Silver Saint, and if Wendy wanted him gone, she would’ve kicked his ass out already. I’ve seen her take down bigger men than Rider.”

My lips stretched into a grin at hearing that Wendy could take care of herself. She was a badass, and it was sexy as fuck. And damn if that didn’t make me want her even more. “I’d pay to see that sometime.”

Wendy rolled her eyes as she left to help another customer, but an amused smirk played at her lips.

It was the longest ten fucking minutes of my life. When her shift was done, Don told her not to worry about closing up and get out of there. I owed him big time.

I stood and walked around the bar to meet Wendy at the opening where she exited. To my surprise, she held out her hand, and I didn’t hesitate to take it. Then I took the lead, dragging her into the dimly lit back hallway. I pushed her up against the wall and grabbed her hips to keep her in place while my mouth crashed down on hers.

Fuck. She tasted amazing. Like chocolate and mint. It made me hungry—well, hungrier. “Open up, little firecracker,” I demanded against her velvet lips. Without waiting for her to comply, I raised one hand to her chin and cupped it, using a gentle squeeze to force her mouth open. I swept my tongue inside and groaned when her flavor burst on my tongue. My body moved in, crowding her, pressing her big tits against my chest and my hard-on against her stomach. She moaned, and the sound sent streaks of pleasure straight to my cock.