Prowler: Forsaken Ones MC by Leah Wilde Page A

table. There were a couple of times when I just imagined throwing off our plates and letting them smash on the stone patio. I wanted to bend her over the little round bistro table and pull the shirt she was wearing up to reveal her exposed flesh. I wanted to touch her and taste her again. I wanted to bury my face in her and then bury myself deep in her.
     
    I didn’t know what the deal was with my beautiful Felicity. I couldn’t stop thinking about taking her again. She was so receptive sexually. She was willing to do whatever I told her, it seemed, and her body was so perfectly in tune with my own.
     
    It wasn’t completely necessary that I left her at the house for the meeting with the rest of the founding Forsaken Ones, but I needed some space so I didn’t just jump her bones at random. I needed to clear my head and get her out of my mind for a little while.
     
    After lunch, I walked upstairs to my room and changed while she stayed out by the pool. She left her purse sitting on the bathroom counter, and it would have been easy to try to beat her at her snooping game. I knew her phone was in there, and if it had any power left, I could easily get into it and see what she was trying to do.
     
    I didn’t. I figured I would be better just waiting it out and letting her game expose itself. I walked out of the bathroom and left her purse lying on the counter, undisturbed, her phone still inside.
     
    I grabbed a t-shirt, an old pair of jeans, and my boots. I threw my daily clothes on the bed and changed into my biker clothes. We didn’t normally wear our colors and jeans unless we were just going to be at the clubhouse, and that was where our meeting was going to be. It was private MC business, sensitive information we couldn’t discuss in public places like Paragon.
     
    I grabbed my vest and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt like a different man. I looked like a different man when I dressed down. In my MC uniform, it was easier to imagine myself taking things too far and maintaining the MC’s reputation of being depraved.
     
    The man standing before me in the mirror had seen and done things the billionaire me wanted to forget, but I couldn’t forget what it had taken to get where I was. I couldn’t forget the ruthlessness. I couldn’t forget what it took to earn the name Forsaken. I adjusted my vest and chuckled at my reflection.
     
    It was time to ride.
     
    I stepped into the hallway overlooking the living room and the large windows looking out to the back patio. Felicity lay on one of the folding pool chairs in the sun. While I stood there watching her, I took out my phone and texted Kelvin, the member of my staff who had gone to get her clothes.
     
    Please pick up a bathing suit for her as well. Thanks.
     
    I put the phone back in my pocket and headed downstairs. I had already told her bye and instructed my people to watch out for her while I was gone. They had orders to do what she asked and to treat her as an honored guest, though if I was really honest, she was more of a prisoner at that point. I wanted her to stay so I could make use of her body whenever I wanted it, but I also wanted to keep an eye on her and find out who sent her to snoop around my home.
     
    I pulled out my vintage Harley Davidson cruiser and fired up the engine. It was loud enough to disturb my neighbors, who weren’t even anywhere near me. But it sure as hell let them know who lived next door.
     
    I rode down the drive and through the gate, gunning the engine once I hit the road.
     
    The Forsaken Ones clubhouse was in a small garage on the edge of town. We kept it up, but we didn’t do anything fancy with it. It was really just a place for us to get together, have a few drinks, shoot some pool, and maybe coordinate our actions against rival organizations. We didn’t deal with street gangs anymore like smaller MCs did. We did have a few of those under our influence, so we weren’t completely innocent when things went