The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) Read Online Free PDF

dress so that she could ride on the bike. With jewelry, she was set. She dabbed behind her ears and wrists with a bottle of real perfume that her dad brought back from Paris for her. It smelled amazing. So soft and delicate but so beautiful. She slipped on pumps that she thought would be okay on the bike. She went out to the living room to wait for him. 
    As she meandered through her hall, she felt his warm presence up behind her. So tall. He smelled fresh from his own shower. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nibbled the base of her neck.
    “You smell wonderful,” he said.
    “Thank you.”
    He made small talk, but Savannah could hardly speak; the effect of his mouth on her very sensitive neck was so electric. Her nipples were hard and pressing through the starched fabric of her shirt. 
    “Let’s go get dinner,” he whispered. “So we can come back and fuck.”
    She laughed. “How will I ever get through a meal when that’s all I’ll be thinking about?”
    “Tell me about it.”
    They laughed.  
    “Are we taking the bike or your car?” he murmured. “Better get a jacket if we’re taking the bike.”
    “Oh, we are definitely taking the bike,” she said. “I think I’m addicted.”
    He chuckled. “It happens to the best of us.”
    Savannah slipped on a short-waisted, buff-colored leather jacket that matched her shoes perfectly.
    It was a chore to get to the restaurant. Sitting on the bike behind him stunned them. When they were at a light, Foley gazed at Savannah through the rear-view mirror. All she could see were his eyes, but they connected. And once they were parked in the parking lot of the steakhouse, and their helmets were off, Foley took her into his arms and kissed her like she was the love of his life. 
    “Where did you come from?” he murmured. “How could I have possibly missed you?”
    “I was thinking the same thing,” she answered dreamily.
    Foley reserved a beautiful table that overlooked the lake. Savannah scanned the menu. She realized she had not eaten since breakfast. Her appetite was perfect for dinner.
    “Want to get some walleye fingers?” he asked.
    “Oooh, lets,” she said. “And fried tomatoes.”
    He winked. “Is she just a little bit hungry?”
    “Just a little,” she said.
    Unfortunately, no sooner had they ordered drinks and starters than did Foley get a text. Savannah watched as face transformed.
    “What?” she asked with concern.
    “All hands on deck,” he replied. “A major fire.”
    “Oh,” said Savannah, sort of surprised.
    “Fuck! I gotta go.”
    “It’s okay. Duty calls.”
    It was a fire which meant that someone somewhere was having a worse moment than she was. She had no business feeling bad about having their date cut short. They already shared an amazing kiss.
    “Shit. I’m so sorry about this,” he said. “You stay and have dinner, and I’m going to have Danny or Trenton come and give you a ride home. I don’t have time to take you myself.”
    “Of course. I understand it’s an emergency.”
    Foley was already on the phone calling.
    “Done,” he said. “Trenton’s is famished. He’ll be over in a few, and you can have dinner together.”
    “But he has a girlfriend. She’ll get pissed.”
    “Nope. She gets it.”
    Foley leaned down and kissed her.
    “Sorry,” he whispered. “I’ll call you as soon as I can.”
    “Be safe,” she said.
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
    Dinner was pleasant with Trenton.  It worked out well after all that they connected since he had plans to sleep in the guest house which was now cleaned up.
    “I might rent from you,” he said. “It has a spectacular view.”
    “You are welcome any time,” said Savannah. “What about your girlfriend?  The way Foley talks, it’s serious.”
    “It is, and I am,” said Trenton. “She has some great kids. I couldn’t be happier.”
    Savannah rode on the back of his bike home. Trenton wheeled his bike into the garage next to Savannah’s car.
    She