Easy Rider: An MC Erotic Romance Read Online Free PDF Page A

smiled at Annie. “Yes, mum.”
     
    Outside, Jay was standing beside an enormous, black pickup truck. He was talking with the boys from the dig. As she walked over to him, she marveled at how predictable men were. Cars, women, and football, not necessarily in that order, seemed to be all they wanted to talk about. She was ten yards from the gathering when he turned and looked at her.
     
    “Hi,” she greeted him. She was rewarded with an ear-to-ear smile.
     
    “Hi, yourself,” he answered. “Ready for a ride?”
     
    As she remembered their words from the night before, Ria fought to keep from blushing. If the gleam in his eyes was any indication, he had not forgotten, either.
     
    As she prepared to climb into the truck, Annie reminded her,
     
    “Remember the curfew, Ria.”
     
    She nodded and turned to Jay who helped her into the passenger seat. As soon as they set off, he reached across the seat and took her hand in his. Raising it to his lips, he kissed it and asked, “Sleep well last night?”
     
    She had slept well. In fact, her night included some pretty erotic dreams. The memory was enough and she blushed. He chuckled. He had a clue as to why she was blushing. It pleased him inordinately.
     
    “You’re adorable when you blush”.
     
    “I am?”
     
    “You are. Will you blush if I rest my hand on your thigh?”
     
    “No.”
     
    “Then, I won’t.”
     
    She laughed and was rewarded when he placed his hand on her thigh.
     
    “I thought we might go to dinner and then take in a movie afterwards. How about a chick flick? You strike me as a chick flick kind of gal. Am I right?”
     
    Ria laughed, relaxing completely. “Yes, but you don’t have to sacrifice yourself for me. I like action movies, too.”
     
    “Action it is, then,” he replied. Then, he was quiet. He switched the radio on, but rather than the country music she expected, she was deafened by the sound of rock and roll. She winced at the excess volume. Then, he turned it down, just enough to be tolerable.
     
    In less than a quarter of an hour, they parked in front of a diner. It wasn’t grand. It was the sort of diner that chain restaurants were driving out of the market. Still, it was air-conditioned and almost full.
     
    They were shown to a table at the back of the room. It was well lit and not the place for a romantic meal. Their waitress was a thirtyish, attractive bottle-blonde who couldn’t take her eyes off Jay. Her ‘What would you like?’ was laced with an invitation for him to take advantage of her body, rather than a request for him to select a meal. He smiled at her. He was used to it. He occasionally sampled off menu items, but his smile stopped when he saw the look on Ria’s face. She was jealous and, surprisingly, he liked it.
     
    The menu was standard American fare. Deciding between chicken and steak was difficult for Ria. She liked steak, but chicken had fewer calories. She was always on a diet. In the end, they decided to order one of each. Once the food arrived, she ate some of his steak and gave him some of her chicken.
     
    Their conversation had none of the sexual tension of the previous evening. They spent most of the time trying to get to know each other. He told her how his job took him away a lot, but didn’t elaborate other than to say he wasn’t a truck driver. She told him about her love for archaeology, how she dreamed of a job as a curator in a museum, details about her family in London, and a much-censored description of her last love affair. They finished with a shared chocolate dessert. They ate the last bite just in time to get to the movie theater for the start of the film.
     
    When the lights dimmed in the theater, Jay put his arm across her shoulders. He pulled her towards him.
     
    “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I picked you up,” he confessed. He bent down to touch his lips to hers. She remembered what happened the night before. She opened her mouth and let him suckle her