Riding with the Pack

Harlow"Come on, baby," I begged my 1972 Pontiac GTO. I peered around for a sign of civilization, but the last rest stop I'd seen was at least fifty miles back. It was dark in the New Mexico desert, and it was beginning to feel like mine was the only car on the highway. The squealing noise under the hood was only getting louder."Gnaw Bone – 4 miles" a bullethole-ridden sign read. In my twenty-one years, I'd never heard of a stranger town name, but it appeared to be my only saving grace at that moment."Just four more miles. You can do it." I tapped the steering wheel lovingly. But mere seconds later, the emergency battery light came on. "Crap." Then the car slowed despite my foot on the gas pedal. "Well, screw you, too," I sneered as I guided the car over to the side of the road and put it into park. "Please don't be the alternator," I said, even though that was where all signs pointed.With a huff, I turned the ignition off then tried restarting, but the car was dead. I flipped

Cyrus"Get off of me!" Harlow's voice rang out from across the road. I'd just gotten her car into the garage and hooked up the OBD scanner. Peering out of the garage, I saw those two college-looking guys roughing her up and pulling at her clothes.It was all happening on Blood Dogs territory. Our paper-thin truce dictated that no one from either pack cross over for any reason. But I knew that the bar was so loud inside that no one would hear her. I had to do something. They were hurting her, and they were gonna do a lot worse.I didn't have time to weigh the pros and cons of breaking the truce. I saw red, and my body just took over. Before I knew it, I ran across the road and tore those motherf*ckers off of her.I could have just kicked the sh*t out of them and let them run away like the cowards they were. But guys like that didn't deserve second chances. The wolf inside me was begging to be set free, so I tore off my cut and let the beast come forward. Bones and muscles snapped

Harlow"You wanna work for me?" Bonnie said over her cup of coffee."I'd offer to work it off over at the garage, but I get the feeling Blayze doesn't like me much.""Well, Blayze Rollins is a piece of sh*t, so don't take too much offense," she said. "You must have people. Someone you can call for help?"I shook my head. "I'm on my own. I find odd jobs here and there to feed myself and keep gas in the car."Bonnie contemplated my words for a moment, then finally said, "Red's been hounding me to get another bartender. Let's give it a try for a month. You can start tomorrow.""Thank you so much.""There's a vacancy a few trailers down, but it needs a lot of work done. I'll let you stay there for free if you can get it fixed up and ready for the next renter.""You own the trailer park, too?" I asked."Everything north of the highway for twenty square miles belongs to the Blood Dogs. What I say goes."She seemed to see the appreciation in my eyes. I was truly touched by the gestu

HarlowCyrus's lips met mine, and in an instant, a rush of desire overpowered my senses. I kissed him back, opening my mouth a little to let his tongue in. Our hands finally released one another, and I placed both of my hands at his jaw. He grabbed my hips, and soon I was straddling him.I pulled away for a second. "I assume this is against the rules?"He responded by pulling me back to him, kissing me harder. Adrenaline swept through me. I let out a soft moan as his rough hands traveled under my jacket to the bare skin on the small of my back. I quickly removed my jacket and pushed his chest back so that he reclined on the ground. As the sun set, a cool breeze sent shivers up my spine, so I pressed into his body for warmth. My hands soon found their way underneath his shirt, and my finger traced over every muscular crevice they could find. Another moan escaped from my mouth as his lips made their way to my neck. When he reached my ear, he whispered, "Tell me you're real." I lau

Harlow"Bada**. Drinks on the house!" Bonnie shouted and the whole bar cheered. Red came back behind the bar, and soon we were sharing a round with the whole MC.Moments later, a voice from the doorway asked, "Is this bar for bikers only, or can anyone drink here?" A tall, angular guy wearing a suit. Pale with dark, slicked-back hair, he didn't look much older than me. His eyebrows had a strong arch that gave him a menacing look, even with a neutral expression."Non-bikers are welcome," Bonnie said. "Come in.""Fantastic," he replied as he stepped inside. He took a seat near us at the bar. "Might I trouble you for a margarita?" He asked Red. "No salt. And one of those festive little umbrellas if you have any."Red smirked. "One 'festive' margarita comin' up.""I'm looking for a Bonnie Black," the guy said."You've found her," Bonnie replied."Allow me to introduce myself," he said. "My name is Madoc. I'm sometimes called Madoc 'the Mouth.' Perhaps you've heard of me?"Red near