Oil and Leather: A Biker Erotic Romance (Free Devils MC) by A. L. Summers Page B

wanted a fuck, well, there were certainly less suicidal ways of getting some action than with the daughter of an outlaw motorcycle club's president. But, if it was something more, well, she would have to wait and see.
     
    During club meets, Saenz would help her shout down other members so that she could speak clearly. He often sought her out afterwards for further words over a drink or game of pool. If she was working on her bike in the communal garage behind the clubhouse, he would park his bike next to hers. They would work in silence for hours, just the two of them.
     
    Even when they were out riding along the dusty stretches of highway surrounding the city, she never had to look to see who was angling their ride closer to hers. It was always him.
     
    To her relief, no one else seemed to really notice their burgeoning attraction, save Terri. And if Kat's shirts were suddenly cut a bit lower, her jeans a bit tighter, then the older woman was good enough not to mention it near anyone else. Her approving looks said enough, anyway.
     
    "I told you he'd be dangerous," she laughed one night as the two women shared a beer and watched the pool game going on across the room.
     
    "That face is dangerous," Kat snorted. "If he keeps going like he is, he's going to get a smack in it from one of my brothers as soon as they catch on."
     
    "Ach," Terri shook her head. "Dangerous is what we do, my girl. Those brothers of yours would do well to remember that you're a grown woman and not a little girl anymore."
     
    "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if Dad still thinks I'm a virgin," she said.
     
    "If he does, then it's his own fault and no one else's," Terri pointed out. "All girls break their father's hearts one day. Better to get it over and done with, I say."
     
    Kat watched as Saenz bent over the table, lining up his shot. His strong thighs from straddling an engine for years had been on her mind for a while. And, that ass...
     
    Kat raised her bottle in a toast. "Here's to heart breaking, then."
     
    Making her way over to the pool table, Kat cocked her hip and leant casually against it beside him.
     
    "Beating down or being beat?" she asked.
     
    He laughed. "Sadly the second one. I'm doing El Paso none too proud, I'm afraid."
     
    "Need a good luck charm?" She winked and there was no mistaking her flirty tone. To her surprise he just shook his head.
     
    "What I need is a partner." He grabbed another cue off the wall and thrust it into her hands. Jerking his chin at his opponent he called out, "Let's double up."
     
    Terri's husband stepped up to the table to join the game. Kat quickly had to refocus her mind. Her brothers had come over and were yelling at her to make them proud. It was hard though. Unless she was mistaken, her initial come on had been rejected in favor of a more serious offer.
     
    It was starting to look like the El Paso cowboy wasn't just trying to get some action. Well, Kat could handle that. The real test would be whether or not Saenz could. She watched as he sunk several balls in a row and then flashed her a smug grin.
     
    Oh, yes. She was going to have fun finding out.
     
    Each interaction took on a deeper meaning over the following days. Touches lingered and somehow escaped the notice others to Kat's relief.
     
    She found him in the garage late one afternoon, kneeling on the floor beside his bike. His strong hands were covered in grease and engine oil. He stood when he saw her come in, wiping his palms on the seat of his jeans. He bent over to put his tools away. Kat cast an appreciative eye, over both the bike and its owner. She wouldn't mind a ride on either of them.
     
    As if reading her thoughts, Saenz turned around and jerked his chin at the bike standing between them. "Fancy a ride?" he asked.
     
    Kat smacked her lips thoughtfully. Riders didn't simply climb onto the back of another bike without a good reason - usually because their own bike had met an unfortunate end. Girlfriends and