A low groan slips from my throat as he places his hands on my thighs, inching upward.
“Sounds good to me...” I sigh, clasping my fingers behind his neck.
“But for the record,” he says, letting his fingertips brush against the inseam of my jeans, “I’m glad you happened along, Quinn. Even if it was to bring down our MC.”
I open my mouth to protest, but can only manage to moan softly as Brooks strokes his fingers along my sex. There will be plenty of time for banter later, I’m sure. Right now there’s only one thing I want.
“Let’s do it,” I grin, “Right here. Right now.”
“On the Harley?” Brooks asks, grinning deviously.
“Hell yeah,” I laugh, whipping open his belt buckle.
“Red,” he says, running his fingers through my hair, “I’m starting to think that you might just be the perfect woman.”
But words fall away as our lips come together. The pieces of clothing we cast off onto the dusty ground are like the final scraps of who I used to be, fluttering away on the breeze. If this is my initiation into the MC life, I can’t wait to see what the future holds.
THE END