No fucking way.

  Molly moved off of the side of the road without looking his way. She was smart in the respect she wasn’t hitchhiking, but it was stupid to be walking at this time. He pulled to a stop beside her, but she picked up her pace. He noticed she reached in her bag, but kept her hand in there. Smart girl. He grinned, thinking she was packing, or maybe had a bottle of Mace. “Molly?”

  She stopped and snapped her head over to him. For a second he could see was trying to focus on him and the sudden light that surrounded them. And then recognition covered her face, and the scent of something very sweet came from her. “Stinger, right?”

  It had been a little bit of time since he had seen her, but not a whole lot, so he didn’t know why he was so surprised that she remembered his name.

  “Yeah, you remember?”

  She laughed, but that, too, was forced. “It’s hard to forget a guy that put his buddies in place when they were being dicks to me.” She smiled again, and this time it was genuine.

  The moment he had realized it was her, his cock had become hard, and he felt like a fucking pervert, but the emotion that rode him a lot harder than lust was his need to protect her. “What the fuck are you doing out here? It’s late, dark, and really damn dangerous.” He had to speak loudly to be heard over his engine, but he heard her swallow like they were all alone in a closed up room.

  “Yeah, I know, but my car broke down, and my damn phone has no reception out here.” She sighed and smiled, but it was forced. “I feel like I’m in some really bad horror film.”

  “Shit girl, you should have stayed in your car—”And then that spark of annoyance and anger that he had sensed when he had seen her for the first time in that warehouse came up with a vengeance. He felt his lips twitch from it.

  “Until when? Some psycho came by? Until the sun came up? Or until my phone decided it wanted to turn on and my car fixed itself?” There was a bite to her words.

  If anyone had mouthed out to him any other time he would have knocked their teeth in, but this was Molly, the female that had single-handedly turned his fucking world upside down without even realizing it. Before he could say anything she was speaking again.

  “I’m sorry about that.” She rubbed her eyes. “I feel like I’ve been walking forever, and this road is never-ending.” She looked at him, and even in the darkness he could see how blue her eyes were. They were like sapphires, and so damn mesmerizing.

  “No worries. I’m more concerned about you out here by yourself.” Stinger didn’t bring up the fact a Grizzly old lady had been attacked on a stretch of road. “Here.” He took off his helmet and handed it over to her. “I’ll call the club and get a prospect to tow your car to the mechanic shop owned by the club. They’ll see what’s going on with it in the morning, get it fixed, and I’ll take you where you need to go.”

  She took the helmet from him and placed it on her head. Her red hair was wavy and flowed over her shoulders. And all he could keep thinking about as he stared at it was having those wine colored locks wrapped around one of his fists as he plowed his cock into her pussy. He bet she’d be hot and wet, and so damn tight. He looked at her chest, saw her breasts rise and fall over the thin jacket she wore, and felt his cock jerk against behind his pants. Shit, he could totally slide his dick between those mountains and titty-fuck her until he gave her one hell of a pearl necklace.

  “Stinger?”

  Dammit, he had been staring at her big ass tits while thinking of fucking her rough and hard, and Molly had clearly caught him being a pervert. He lifted his eyes to her face, saw her incredulous look, and felt like a bastard. “I’m sorry.” The words came out and never in his life had he apologized for checking out a female, but he was realizing pretty quickly that he was doing a lot of things out of the norm when it came to this female. “Seriously. I’m sorry. That was a douche-bag thing to do.”

  She stared at him for a few more seconds, and although she didn’t say anything and looked away, he saw the corner of her mouth kick up. He waited until she was securely on with her arms wrapped around his waist, and then pulled back onto the road and headed for Steel Corner.

  It took him ten minutes to reach the clubhouse, and although he could have gotten into town faster, he stuck with the speed limit since he had Molly on his bike. To say that his human side and his bear were pleased that she was on his Harley would have been an understatement, but during the whole ride he had repeatedly told himself that he needed to keep his shit together. He had felt her firm breasts pressed against his back, swore he could feel her hard nipples through his shirt and cut, and felt the heat of her pussy that was only covered by a thin layer of denim.

  He pulled into the clubhouse parking lot and parked beside the line of Harleys. It was dark but the floodlights in the back, where the massive garage was located, were on, and the sound of classic rock and tools banging together told Stinger members were working on bikes. Molly got off the bike first and before he had even dismounted was handing him the helmet.

  “I’ll tell the prospects to go get the car.”

  She smiled and nodded, clearly uncomfortable.

  “Your phone should work now. Out there is like a dead zone for cell reception.” He watched as she reached into her small bag that was slung over her chest, and got her phone out.

  “Thank you.” She smiled again and looked down at her phone to start entering in a number.

  That was Stinger’s cue to leave.

  “I’ll just let them know and then we can get you to wherever you’re staying.” He didn’t wait for her to answer and turned to leave, but before he had gone, she addressed the person she’d called: Malice. Stinger’s bear rose, and he clenched his hands into fists and forced himself to continue to walk away from her.

  ****

  “You’re good, though?”

  There was concern in Malice’s voice, but she hadn’t called him for sympathy. She just wanted him to know what was happening, and since she didn’t know exactly what was wrong with her car or how long it would take to get it fixed, he was the first person she had thought to call. “Yeah, I’m fine. Stinger found me on the side of the road.”

  “I’m trying not to lose my shit that you actually thought it was a good idea to walk on the side of that long fucking strip of road at this hour.”

  She pinched the bridge of her nose and breathed out of her mouth. Dropping her hand and looking at the garage where she had watched Stinger walk, she could make out a bunch of guys working around suspended Harleys. “I’m not going over it again with you, Malice.” She saw Stinger talking with several patched in members, but with the glare from the lights and the distance, it was hard to make out if they were the same members she had seen at the warehouse.

  “I’ll just come get you.”

  “No, you won’t. It’s late, well past Dakota’s bedtime despite the fact I can still hear him up.” As if to cement her words her son started giggling.

  “We’re watching that Nemo fish movie.”

  “Well, I don’t want you coming all the way out here. I know Lucien and you guys trust this MC or you wouldn’t have put those women’s lives in their hands to escort them to that cabin. I’m safe, and Stinger’s helping me out. He’s been really nice.” She heard a grinding noise and knew that Malice had his jaw clenched. She didn’t have time for this. “I’ll call you in the morning once I find out what the deal is with my car, okay?”

  It took Malice a few minutes to answer, but finally he gritted out, “Fine. But let me know what the deal is. I can always let you use my truck until your car gets fixed if need be.”

  After a couple of more minutes of being on the phone, she ended the call. Thoughts immediately assaulted her of the ride with Stinger. It was misplaced to grow warm at the remembrance of being wrapped around his big, hard body, of having to hold on so tight, of pressing her body close to his as he took the corners of the road. She had embarrassingly gotten aroused from the feel and smell of him, and had actually closed her eyes solely because she couldn’t help herself. Even now her nipples felt sensitive, and her pussy was uncomfortably wet. Molly had no idea why she had this strong reaction to a bear shifting biker that was dangerous in more ways than one. Even thinking back to seeing him at the warehouse she had felt something when she looked into his green eyes. But she had kept that feeling hidden inside of her, and instead the irritation at the way he looked at her and at her own strange reaction to him had made her anger come up. The sound of footsteps approaching had her turning and facing the garage once more. Stinger was moving toward her, and a couple of prospects were following close behind.

  “You get everything taken care of that you needed to?” There was a bite in Stinger’s voice, and she found herself knitting her brows. She couldn’t help but have a feeling that he was pissed at her for something, or possibly even jealous. But, no, that couldn’t be right. She didn’t know anything about Stinger, and had only spent a short amount of time with him.

  “Yeah. I just wanted to let Malice know the situation since he has my son.”

  Stinger nodded, but she didn’t miss the way he clenched his jaw, or the tight nod he gave her. He looked at the ground and she could see he was thinking hard. Then he looked back up at her, and all that anger she had seen on his face just seconds ago vanished. That or he could hide his emotions just as well as she could.

  “Poke and Drill will take a truck to your car and bring it to the mechanic shop in town. Drevin will be there in the morning, and he’ll look at it then.” Stinger stayed silent for a few seconds, and then turned around and told the two prospects to go get the car.

  When they were left alone again she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, especially with the hard way he was looking at her. It wasn’t an angry look, but one that was very calculating, as if he were trying to see inside of her. It was a bit unnerving as it made her feel completely bared in front of him. “Um, I have a room at the motel in town. Would someone mind giving me a ride there?”

  “Yeah, I’ll take you. Come on.”

  She followed him to the SUV, and once inside they stayed silent as he drove away from the clubhouse to the small, almost rinky-dink little motel in town. It was on the edge of Steel Corner city limits. It certainly wasn’t the Ritz, but it was only for a night, and after the evening she’d had she just wanted to crash anyway.

  It took no more than ten minutes to get to the motel, and when he had the SUV parked, Stinger reached out and placed a hand on hers that was resting on her thigh. Instantly her heart sped up, and this tingling started to take root in her belly. Get a grip, Molly. This is ridiculous, and he can probably smell your reaction to him.

  “Molly?”

  She turned and looked over at him. She couldn’t breathe as she stared at him in the darkened interior. The glow from the dashboard slightly illuminated his face, giving him this very hard angled bone structure, making him seem even more masculine than he already was. His longer dark hair was tied at the nape of his neck, but the motorcycle ride had caused some of the strands to come undone from their binding and fall to frame his face. The dark slashes of his eyebrows made his lighter green eyes stand out, and his strong, straight nose, full lips, and square jaw only amplified the very male persona of him. She had always looked at Malice as this manly man, as this guy that was powerful and intense -who no one screwed with. All of that was true, of course, but being in Stinger’s presence brought that testosterone and masculinity to a whole other level. She licked her lips and glanced down at where his hand was resting over hers. When she glanced back up at him he removed his hand and ran it over the back of his neck.

  “I’m sorry about that. I don’t know why I did that.”

  She didn’t know why he had done it either, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit the feel of his warm flesh and the heavy weight of his hand felt really good. It had been a really long time since she had felt any kind of spark from being touched. Even before the year and a half break-up with Malice, they hadn’t been intimate for months. Their relationship had been pulling away for a long time, and the attraction she had once felt for Malice had long been gone. But all it had taken for her to feel this fire starting to burn inside of her was one look from Stinger. It was so intense, so instantaneous that she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have sex with him and feel his big, hard body over hers. Molly got wet, much more than when she was on the bike. She watched in humiliation and became even more aroused as Stinger’s nostrils flared as he no doubt scented her lust.

  For several seconds they didn’t speak, just held each other’s attention as if it were the most important thing in the world. The heat in the car increased, and she became even, more aroused. Molly felt like this animal was inside of her, clawing to get out, arching forward to be touched by him. She felt so out of control with the endorphins and lust moving swiftly through her bloodstream. The longer she stayed in the car the more intense her feelings became. “I should leave.” She breathed out those three words, yet she stayed right where she was.

  Stinger’s chest rose and fell fast and hard, and the hand that was wrapped around the steering wheel tightened even further until she heard the creak of the leather under his hand. There was so much emotion bouncing between them that her head grew dizzy and her pulse raced. Her palms were sweaty, and she had this almost drunk feeling that assaulted her. Molly found herself leaning in until their faces were only inches apart. “I should leave—”

  “Yet you’re still here.” Stinger’s vice was low, but it was so deep, with a hint of this harsh edge to it that had a shiver working through her body.

  “I don’t honestly know what is going on.” And she didn’t, but what she did know was she hadn’t felt like this in a really long time, and wasting it by turning her back didn’t seem like a good idea. But it also wasn’t a good idea since she knew nothing about him aside from the fact he was a member of an MC that was just as deadly as The Brothers of Menace. She saw his gaze lower to her lips, and she couldn’t help but lick them.

  This very deep sound left him, and then he closed his eyes for a second. “I don’t know what is happening either.” He opened his eyes, but she thought he would lean in and finally claim her mouth, Instead he leaned back and faced forward again. “But you’re right, you should probably go.”

  Molly looked at his hand on the steering wheel, and then the one he had resting on his lap. Both were clenched tightly, so much so that the knuckles were white from the strain. There was a part of her that wanted to argue on the fact that he was turning away from these ridiculously intense emotions, but she kept her mouth shut. No way was she going to say something and embarrass herself further. For whatever reason he didn’t want to go any further with this, despite the fact she knew he wanted her. She glanced down at his crotch, saw the massively huge bulge pressing against his jeans, and swallowed. Yeah, he wanted her. Molly didn’t say anything, just tightened her hand on the bag, grabbed the door handle and left. He didn’t stop her, and she sure as hell didn’t turn around. And once she was in the front office, had her key, and was standing in front of her room door, he was already gone.

  Molly stepped inside her room, and once the door was closed she leaned against it, closed her eyes, and sighed out. She should be thankful he had put a stop to anything before it got started. Getting involved with another MC member, especially one that was a shifter and most likely would have a tendency to go all alpha on her ass, was not what she needed. She had gotten away from that when she broke it off with Malice, but in reality she hadn’t really gotten away from anything. Having a child with Malice meant she was connected to him in some way for the rest of her life, but it also meant she was connected to the club because of him.

  “What in the hell are you even thinking about?”

  And now she was talking to herself. Nice. But her verbally spoken thoughts were dead-on. What was she thinking about getting involved with Stinger, even if it was only for one night of sex? But it wouldn’t have been just sex. It would have been the most erotic, animalistic experience of your life. There probably would have been scratches, bite marks, and most definitely sweat and lots of dirty talk.

  Even now she could imagine being under him in the bed right across from her. The sheets would be on the ground, their bodies would be slicked with perspiration, and Stinger would be saying some very filthy things. She had never been with a shifter before, but Malice had been dominant in the bedroom, and in all actuality in every aspect of his life. But looking at Stinger, and even only knowing bare basics about him, she could tell he was a dominant man to the nth degree. Now, if he was really like that in the bedroom was unknown to her, but just looking at him and sensing his animalistic aura, she could tell that was a pretty graphic and accurate assumption.

  What sucked was she was still so aroused, and thinking about Stinger and picturing all the things she wanted him to do to her, certainly wasn’t helping lust decrease. She pushed away from the door and tossed her overnight bag on the bed and went into the bathroom. This was an older motel, one where they had kept the seventies theme still going strong. Looking around at the yellow and brown tiled bathroom, she sighed and totally pushed away the idea of a bath. The tub looked ancient, and the rust stains were not comforting.

  Shower it is then.

  Chapter Five

  Stinger hadn’t gone far after he dropped off Molly. In fact, he had just gone across the street to the hole-in-the-wall bar. He sat at one of the tables and tossed back the third shot he had consumed in the last ten minutes. He was used to partying, used to drinking, but it also took a lot for him to get drunk because of his size, and the fact he was a shifter.

  “Another one, or maybe a water?”

  Stinger glanced up at the waitress, saw her little name tag that stated she was “Mara” and looked back into her face. “Isn’t your job to keep the patrons intoxicated so you can get more money out of them?” It was a rhetorical question, because Stinger sure as hell didn’t want an answer. He handed her the shot glass. “Keep them coming, and bring me a beer to chase these bitches down with.”