The Run (The Hell's Disciples MC Book 4) by Jaci J Page A

of Buck’s guys watching, all laughing.
    “Boys.” Nodding at each one, I give them all a dazzling smile.
    “At least I’ll get my ride into town this way,” I grumble back at him. If he wants to carry me, by all means, carry away. I’m not going to fight him.
    Setting me on my feet, be turns me towards the bike. “Can’t just prance your fuckin’ ass into town on foot, Lennon.” I can’t? That’s news to me.
    “Prance?” I laugh, which Buck doesn’t find funny at all. The giant harry man just used the word prance.
    “You ever watch yourself walk?” He snaps at me.
    “Well, no. It’s not like I carry a full size mirror in front of me when I walk, dumbass.”
    “Well you prance, babe, so like I fuckin’ said, you can’t prance or fuckin’ hitchhike around here.” Prance. I can’t believe that word just came from his mouth again. But seriously, why is he so goddamn bossy.
    “How the fuck do you think I got back over to this side of the country? I didn’t fly back here.” Kicking out a leg, I point down at my beat up chucks. “I used my goddamn feet.” Hitchhiking is my preferred method of transportation if there isn’t a ride to hitch or a bus to catch. I figure my own shit out, always.

5 - Hitchhikers and Hobos
    Buck
    Did I hear her right? I’m not sure if I should be concerned or fucking impressed. I wonder how the fuck she managed that all by her damn self. The tiny little woman alone, out on the open road is a stretch, even for my imagination.
    “You hitchhiked all the way here?” I don’t know much about the bitch, but that’s a hell of a trip by herself.
    “Yep,” she says proudly. Nothing about that sounds like a good idea. I’m surprised her face didn’t end up on milk cartons with Missing plastered across it, but then again, she seems crazy enough to make it across the country alone, without getting herself killed. She’s just one of those bitches, tough and scary in her own little way.
    “Pretty stupid fucking idea, babe.” Shrugging her shoulder, she crosses her arms defensively.
    “I’m still alive.” Yeah, thank fuck for that.
    Now I’m all for equality in the sexes—women’s rights and all of that bullshit—but come the fuck on. A chick out on the open road alone is stupid and unsafe. I’m pretty sure that’s how all those missing persons /serial killer shows start.
    She might be used to hitchhiking and shit when she’s out there floating around in the world alone, but she won’t be doing that shit on my time. I’m not being held responsible for her lack of self-fucking-preservation.
    “Get on the bike ‘n I’ll take your goddamn ass into town.” I’ve got shit to do, but chasing her up and down the highway isn’t one of them. Fuck, she needs a babysitter, or better yet, a leash.
    “Okay.” She agrees cheerily.
    Fucking women.
    Crawling on behind me, she wraps herself around me. Setting her chin on my shoulder, she says softly, “See? This would’ve been so much easier if you would’ve just taken me in the first place.”
    All of this would be much easier if you weren’t here, digging a hole into my life and planting yourself there.
    Firing up the bitch, I throw the kickstand up and try to ignore the broad on the back of my bike, her wandering hands, and her telling me where she thinks I’m going to take her. I’ll take her wherever I goddamn please.
    It isn’t easy to block her out with her big tits pressed against my back and her hands drifting closer to my dick. She smells like coconut and cucumber, and it smells fucking good. This would be so much easier if I could just fuck her and get rid of her.
    “Shut up and hold on.”

    Pulling up in front of a little shop in town, I flip my kickstand down. Holding out my hand, I help Lennon off my bike. Tink’s place is a little shop on the corner of the drag with picture windows displaying a couple gleaming Harleys and shelves showcasing an endless supply of merchandise. It’s been here a fuck