Highway to Heaven by Harley McRide Page B

slightly? Bikers or not,
they’d had something that none of them could deny. Yet, when things
started getting serious, they’d turned back to fucking whatever
hole was closest. Fuck that. She let out a deep huff and ignored
the glances cast in her direction and turned her focus on the
screen. They were here to save the girls and take down the Diablos.
Everything else was unnecessary added drama.

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Raven parked his bike and unlocked his door
in frustration. They’d bunkered down in an old garage for over
twenty-four hours trying to catch Reyes coming in or out, but he
never did. There were a few Vatos , the local gang in the
area, that frequented, but from what they could see, there was no
evidence of the bastard nor the goods being brought in for the
girls. Which was a bad sign. Either the girls were dead, or wishing
they were. A human could only go a few days without clean drinking
water—which unless bottled was given, the girls didn’t have. Who
knew the last time they’d eaten. All of this and the fact he’d been
up almost four days in a row now after the drive, his night of
Heaven, and the stake out, Raven was about to snap. He shoved the
door open with his shoulder and slammed it behind him, wanting a
shower and the bed. His adrenaline was crashing fast, and he needed
to get clean and lay down before it hit. Once it did, he’d be done
for.
    Before he’d made it to the shower, he’d
already kicked off his boots while still walking, leaving them and
his clothing in a trail to the bathroom. He didn’t waste time. The
hot water ran and he jumped in, spreading soap over his body and
lathering his hair to rinse everything at the same time. In less
than three minutes, he was finished. Raven stepped out and grabbed
the only towel that sat on the sink and stopped. His fingers
clutched it and he dried his face, his body tensing as the scent of
Heaven filling his senses. “Mmm,” he moaned. He shook it off, not
wanting to think about that night or the next morning when he’d
left her without so much as a kiss. “Fuck!” he cursed, regretting
it. He’d been so wrapped up in what his brain was screaming and the
fear that she’d grow on him, he’d run. In one night, tequila and a
confident little tease had managed to penetrate his walls and brain
fuck him. God, but he loved the way she felt under him. Her soft
pants and drunken confessions as he slid in and out of her tight
little body. He wadded the towel up and threw it on the floor, his
attention falling on a splash of color on the worn out white tiles.
Raven reached down and picked it up, growling when he’d realized
what he had in his hand. Black lace with hot pink ribbons laced
through the eyelets that came to a bow in the front was wadded in a
ball. He unfolded them, noting the white cream that still coated
the crotch of them and pulled them up to his face. He took in a
deep breath, his dick going instantly hard at the sweet smell of
cherry blossom and Heaven. He buried his face in them, fighting the
urge to go find her and plant her naked ass next to him while he
slept. Then again, they wouldn’t be sleeping. And, right now he
needed to disregard his throbbing cock and rest so he could be on
his ‘A’ game tomorrow night. Raven flipped off the light and
stalked back to bed, the panties tucked away in his fist.
    *****
    Gage had spent two days setting up a secured
space in the rundown shack they’d found located close to the house
the girls and Reyes was last located. The south side window held a
perfect vantage point. They had view of the entire front of the
building, the side, and partial view of the back. If someone went
in either door, unless there was another entrance on the far side
out of view, they’d see. Colt came through the door and a loud
crunching crash sounded. “What the hell?” Gage said, turning to see
why he was creating noise that might draw attention and give up
their cover. Colt was knee deep in wood with