Ride With The Devil (Devil's Riders 2)

"No. To Devlin sometimes. But I've barely heard more than three words out of him at a time."

"Is something- wrong with him?"

"No. And don't let anyone hear you say that. Devlin told me he owes Jack his life. He's done more for Devlin than anyone. Me too. He's a good guy. You don't have to be scared of him, I promise."

Janet nodded. She was feeling something, alright. But it wasn't fear.

The hairs rose on the back of her neck. She turned and caught him staring at her. No, not staring. His eyes were boring into her. She could feel his eyes as if he were touching her.

Intimately.

The Viking. It suited him.

She swallowed nervously and turned back toward the bar. She glanced over her shoulder and he was still watching her with a faint, superior smile. She doubted anyone could see that smile but her. It was barely there, in the very corner of his eyes and mouth.

Her spine stiffened and she turned her back on him deliberately.

There was something about him that made her nervous. He was so… male. She'd never seen anyone that masculine in her life. He was like a lion or a gorilla at the zoo.

He looked cold and hard, no matter how handsome or chiseled his face was. And that body… Jesus, he did look like a Viking! Strong, lean and ruthless.

He made her nervous. Very, very nervous.

Kaylie was chatting about some of the people they'd gone to high school with as Janet struggled vainly to get her emotions in check. The drinks weren't helping.

Yes, she was nervous. But she was also aroused. She crossed her legs and pulled her top up in the front. When she snuck a look behind her, Jack was openly leering at her.

No, not at her. At her legs.

She felt overly warm in the bar suddenly. As if they'd turned up the heat like the sauna at the dance studio where she practiced sometimes. Not that she danced anymore. It was painful to even think about.

She’d lost everything when she injured herself. Her hopes and dreams. But she’d also been freed of the relentless pressure.

Freed from the expectations of her dance company, the press, her parents and herself.

Especially her parents.

She licked her lips and nodded when Donnie offered her another drink. He was lording it up all night, bossing the prospects around. His merry blue eyes made her feel comfortable.

Jack's black gaze did not.

Devlin slid his arm around Kaylie.

"You about ready to go?"

She nodded, a light blush tinting her cheeks. Janet looked away, not wanting to interrupt their intimate moment. Kaylie had said that Devlin was always trying to get her alone.

She’d said that he was insatiable. Janet had begged for details but Kaylie refused to say much. It was obvious that whatever Devlin wanted to do when he got Kaylie alone, was more than a little bit naughty.

It was also clear that her friend didn’t mind a bit.

"Come on Janet, I'll drive you home."

She waved goodbye to Donnie as Dev threw a couple of twenties on the bar. He didn’t have to pay for drinks in his own place. It was just a courtesy for Donnie and the other bartenders.

Janet couldn't resist one more glance across the room while Kaylie pulled her jacket on and gathered her purse.

Jack was just where he'd been all night. He was staring toward them again. He could have been looking at any of them. Kaylie, Dev, even Donnie behind the bar. But she knew he wasn't.

He was looking at her.

Chapter Six

Jack

“Ready to do a run by?”

Jack grunted in agreement. It was late and the scene at the bar was still going. But they were gone, so he could leave.

She was gone.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about her since she walked out the door.

There were fifty reasons he could not pursue the girl, no matter what his dick was saying. As they pulled out onto the road he reminded himself of them, starting at the top.

1. She was a good girl. Classy. She would never go for a dirtbag biker.

2. He didn’t need anyone. He just wanted her for some Godforsaken reason.

3. Even though she was friends with Kaylie, who was a sweetheart, he had a feeling Janet was another type of girl altogether. Those flashing eyes screamed high maintenance.

4. She wasn’t short but she was still tiny compared to him. He might break her.

5. She was a rich girl. A normal, on steroids. The kind of person he sneered at.

6. She would want things if he fucked her. And since he didn’t just want to fuck her once, he would have to give those things to her. And he couldn’t.

7. She probably wouldn’t fuck him anyway.

8. But maybe he could try. Make an effort. It would be worth it for just one touch of that silky skin.