Taming Blade (Kings Reapers MC Book 5) by Nicola Jane (mini ebook reader TXT) 📕

“No,” he says, peering closer. “Who sent you flowers?”

I shrug my shoulders. He looks annoyed and it pleases me. “Someone with money,” I say. “And taste.”

“I’m Sara. This is Tillie. She just dumped your boyfriend,” says Sara to the girl behind Travis. He glances back like he’s just remembered she’s there.

The girl’s eyes almost bug out from her head and her hands go to her hips. “Sorry, what?” she snaps.

Sara nods. “Yep. He’s a rat.”

“That ain’t true, baby. You’re the one I come home to, you know that. All the other women are nothing,” explains Travis.

“Come home to?” I repeat. “You live together?”

The girl nods. “Yes, two years and a kid,” she snaps.

I’m lost for words. Travis takes the woman’s hand and shrugs at me. “You knew it wasn’t exclusive,” he says.

“Wow,” I mutter. His audacity shocks me. “You never mentioned anyone else.”

“We didn’t do much talking, Tils, let’s be honest.” He smirks and then pulls the woman away. I stare at Sara open-mouthed.

“What a piece of shit,” she hisses.

“I suspected he was sleeping around but to have a kid and live with someone else,” I shake my head, “what a prick.”

Sara takes my hand and pulls me to the bar. “Shots. We need shots!” she announces to the barman.

“At least you have an admirer,” slurs Sara, nudging me before I stumble into a wall. The pavement feels wavy and I curse for not calling a taxi to take us home.

“When am I gonna find a man to take care of me?” I ask. “Where’s my prince?”

A rumble of motorbike engines pass us and I stop to stare at the six bikes in procession. Through my blurry vision, I see a couple of the riders turn to stare. I can’t be that bad if men are still turning to stare. Sara giggles and taps my arm. She points down and I look, horrified to see my dress has ridden up and my underwear is out proud for everyone to see. I tug down the dress, feeling my cheeks redden with embarrassment. “Oh Christ, like tonight can’t get any worse,” I wail.

“Famous last words,” Sara says, laughing harder. I look to where she points now and see a couple of the bikes have pulled over.

I lean against the wall to steady myself as two bikers walk towards us. The one in the lead removes his helmet and I almost swoon in delight when I see it’s Blade. “You flash to all the bikers that pass you?” he asks, his tone growly and sexy.

“Only special ones,” I say, winking.

“Why are you stumbling around down this way?” he asks. “Hope you weren’t coming to find me. I told you to stay off Queens Road.”

Sara holds out her phone. “Did you send her these?” she asks, and his eyes narrow in on the picture.

“Do I look like a guy who sends flowers?”

Sara shrugs. “So that’s our two main suspects crossed off,” she says to me.

Blade smirks. “You have two main suspects, lucky you.” He looks me up and down. “Come on.” He takes me by the hand and pulls me towards his bike.

“You said I have to stay away from you,” I remind him.

“Fuck what I said. I’m horny as fuck and you just flashed me your panties.”

He hands me a helmet and Sara follows his friend over to his bike. I’ve never been on a bike before, so he shows me where to put my feet and how to hold on to him tight. My dress has ridden up under my arse cheeks, but he pulls me hard against his back before taking my arms and wrapping them around his waist. I naturally press my cheek to his back, the scent of leather filling the air around me.

We drive for a short time, and I enjoy every second of it, despite being freezing. I’m not really dressed for the ride. We pull into the car park and stop in front of what looks like an old, abandoned factory. It’s set back on an industrial estate, and there are other bikes lined up outside. Music is pumping from the building and it sounds like some kind of party. He takes my hand and pulls me inside.

The place is huge. We stand in a large room full of bikers and women, some scantily dressed, and I suddenly feel less embarrassed about showing my panties. Blade slaps hands with a few men as we pass. We stop at a bar in the corner, and an older woman smiles at us, handing Blade a whiskey. “What can I get you?” she asks me.

“Water,” Blade answers on my behalf. She grins and hands me a bottle of water.

“I’m Frankie, by the way,” she shouts over the music.

“Tillie,” I say.

This place is full of hot men. Sara is looking around in awe just like me. The guy she hooked up with last weekend removes his helmet before taking her hand and pulling her towards a set of stairs. She smiles back at me over her shoulder and I roll my eyes. She’s completely abandoned me. “Your friend always leave you with a bunch of strangers?” asks Blade. He looks pissed, so I shake my head. I don’t want him hating on Sara. “I don’t believe you,” he mutters, opening my bottle and tapping it. “Drink up.”

“What is this place?” I ask.

He looks around proudly. “This is my home.”

I gasp. “You live here?” I ask, and he nods. “With all these people?” I add and he nods again. “Fuck.” I can’t imagine what chaos it is to live here.

A woman stops by Blade and places her hand on his chest. “Big brother’s busy,” she says seductively, “if you wanna join me.”

“I told you, Charlotte. Ain’t gonna happen again.”

I discreetly slip my hand from his. After learning that Travis has a woman already, I won’t make that mistake again and this seriously looks like she and Blade are a thing.