Bear (Silver Saints MC)

Son of a bitch. The last thing we needed with everything going on was two little shits trying to play at being grown-ups and fucking everything up for Alyssa.

Dash gave me a description of the boys, and I filed it away to look into after I had a talk with Alyssa. “You need to go handle this shit now. If there are cops on the take, or they tell their boss…”

“Fucking hell,” I grunted. I’d been putting it off because I had more important shit to do, but the task had just become urgent. I glanced at my watch, noting that her school let out in fifteen minutes. It was as good a place as any to pull her aside for a lecture. “Now’s the best time anyway,” I admitted. “With the sheriff occupied. We’ll have a chat and keep eyes on her until they round up the others.” It was a perfect job for a few of the prospects I’d come to trust.

“You sure we shouldn’t bring her in?” Dash asked.

My brow furrowed, and I glared at him because if that was what he thought we should do, he’d lost his damn mind. “She’s the sheriff’s daughter, motherfucker. You want to explain that to him?”

Dash didn’t hesitate. “Fuck no.”

“Exactly.”

We arrived at our parked hogs, and before I took off, I sent a quick text to Hack, a brother who owned a security company. He was my boss—and a computer genius—so I asked him to get me info on Alyssa. Then I rode toward the high school while my brothers went to a black site to interrogate the drug-addled bastard. I’d definitely drawn the short straw.

My destination wasn’t far, so I arrived five minutes before the final bell was due to ring. I idled at the back of the parking lot while I checked the message I’d received from Hack.

Short. Black hair. Green eyes. Drives a dark blue Prius.

Then he gave me the license plate and the door she was most likely to exit based on her schedule. I was positive he had a fuck ton of other information, but I didn’t need to know anything beyond how to recognize her. I wanted to get this shit over with as fast as possible. I had a date with a beer and a pizza back at the compound.

Alyssa’s Prius was parked in the lot located by the exit Hack had predicted. The spots on both sides were taken, but I pulled my bike between two of them anyway. Right as I killed the engine, the bell rang, and the doors to the school burst open, students pouring out. The lot quickly began to empty, and while part of me was impatient, fewer people meant fewer distractions for the chick.

Still, she was taking forever. I’d spotted a few girls who fit the description, but none of them had come anywhere near the Prius. Although some bold ones ate me up with their eyes—they backed off the second I gave them a glare that made it clear what I thought about their inappropriate behavior—while the rest scurried away in fear.

I was just about to stalk into the building and find Alyssa when I was bowled over by the woman who strolled out into the sunlight. “Holy shit,” I murmured in awe.

She was so fucking gorgeous that my cock—which had been unresponsive to the sight of a woman for more years than I cared to count—jumped to attention, hardening and creating a large bulge in my jeans.

As big as I was, I wouldn’t have expected to be so hot for a woman who was practically my opposite in size. She was petite, like a pixie, with large green eyes that sparkled as she smiled at the girl walking with her and were fringed with long, dark lashes. Her face was round, with high cheekbones and plush lips that had my cock leaking precome from just the thought of them wrapped around my shaft. Her midnight black hair was gathered into a ponytail at the side of her neck, and the shiny tresses hung down far enough to curl around one breast.

My mouth watered at the sight of her tits straining against her white blouse. They weren’t big, probably no more than a handful, but they were full and round, and so fucking perfect. Despite being so dainty, she had a delicious curve to her hips, and her shirt was tucked into the small waistband of her plaid skirt, which ended a little too far above her knees for my liking because her slender, toned legs were on display. And I knew I wasn’t the only one who pictured them wrapped around his head when they saw them.

My eyes traveled back up to her face, and I didn’t bother to hide my interest when I saw that she’d noticed me. Her cheeks turned pink, and she said something to the girl before parting and walking in my direction.