“Name’s Adam. Yours?”
“Rhys.”
“You got a room at the motel?” The gruff biker looked over his shoulder at the dingy motel.
“Key’s in my pocket.”
Adam searched in his pocket, pulling out the key then effortlessly lifting him into his arms and carrying him across the lot to his room. Inside, he had laid him down on the bed.
“Bones, take a look at him.”
Another biker stepped forward, taking off his jacket and shirt.
“He’s going to need stitches.”Bones’s brief words weren’t a surprise.
“Fix him up.”
Rhys didn’t say anything while the biker named Bones stitched him up.
When he was done, Adam introduced the members of his club, telling him they rode together as the Dark Highwaymen. They were coming from making a delivery of drugs. Adam had watched for his reaction, and when Rhys hadn’t had one, he’d sent one of his men for a bottle of whiskey. The Dark Highwaymen had drunk until late in the night before crashing on the floor in Rhys’s room.
When they’d left town three days later, Rhys had gone with them, telling himself he would leave them at the next town. It was three years later, however, and he was still riding with them.
Another loud scream drew his attention back from the past. Layla swallowed, increasing the pressure on his cock, and then Rhys came in her mouth, letting his orgasm ride out before using his hand in her hair to jerk her off his softening cock.
Tank slammed the woman down on the table, slapping her on the ass as she continued to struggle. Rhys looked away as Layla ran her tongue across her bottom lip. He shoved his dick back into his jeans before zipping them then picked up his glass, finishing his drink in one swallow. Taking her arm, he shoved his chair back from the table, preparing to get to his feet.
“What’s wrong?” Her heavily made up face stared up at him.
“Nothing. Just decided to move this to one of the bedrooms.”
Layla’s frown disappeared. From her smile of anticipation, Rhys could tell she was expecting some enjoyment of her own.
Thefront door opened again, drawing his attention from the attractive club whore. Adam, Mason, and Jace came in, and Rhys watched uninterestedly as the club president took in at a glance what Tank and Skid were doing.
“Let her go, Tank.”Adam’s cold voice brooked no argument.
When the biker turned an angry red, Rhys thought for a moment Tank was about to ignore his leader’s order, but then he reluctantly backed away, letting the woman go.
Adam moved to stand casually in front of her, as if he hadn’t just interrupted her being raped.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Broni.” The shaky voice had guilt stirring within Rhys. He released Layla, motioning for her to refill his glass. He then took another drink to restore the mind-numbing emotionlessness that enabled him to keep everyone at a distance.
“Where did she come from?”
“I found her behind the club.” Skid rushed to answer.
“What were you doing behind the building?” Adam’s harsh expression showed he had no sympathy for the predicament he had found the woman in when he’d entered the club.
“My car broke down. I was trying to find a phone to call a tow.”
Rhys winced at her stupidity of letting the rough crowd know she didn’t have a phone to alert anyone of her whereabouts.
“She’s mine and Skid’s. He found her. You don’t mind sharing do you, kid?” Tank interrupted Adam’s interrogation.
Skid gave Tank a worried frown. Everyone in the club knewthat by the time Tank finished with the girl, she wouldn’t be worth a dime to anyone else, but Skid was young, unable to stand up to the more overpowering biker.