Her Dominant Biker
By K. R. Max
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I'm alone. On the run. Focused entirely on escaping the man who wants me dead. So why am I pressed up against a wall, welcoming the touch of a total stranger? A beautiful, dangerous stranger...
After a smoking hot brief encounter, Wolf forces himself to walk away, for the girl's own safety. When Fate puts her in his way a second time, he can't resist, even though he knows it's wrong. He will make her his, but can he protect her from the dangers in his own life?
From the moment they meet, neither of them can deny the sparks that fly. But as Lauren’s past catches up with her, how can she know who to trust? Can she give Wolf her heart as well as her body, or will fear and betrayal tear them apart?
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Her Dominant Biker - K. R. Max
HER DOMINANT BIKER
Devil Dogs MC #1
by
K. R. Max
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Author's Note: This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Her Dominant Biker
Lauren
I duck my head as I get down off the bus, peering sideways around the station, trying to make myself as small as possible. Huge spaces, a few buses, anxious crowds of people milling around, waiting to board a bus or to welcome someone off one. It looks like every other bus station I’ve seen in the last two weeks, ever since I started running.
The crowds are thinner here, barely fifty people, but the feeling is the same. They’re all glad to see someone, meeting a loved one coming home or preparing to travel together.
Not me.
I don’t know anyone here. No one’s waiting for me, thank God. I’d be in trouble if they were. The only people who want to see me are the ones I’m running from. I’ve gone to a great deal of trouble to make sure I’m alone. It’s the only way to be safe. It means I have to watch my own back, but I can do that. I’m getting very good at it. Besides, traveling alone is safer. Easier for one person to slip under the radar, especially someone who looks like me. Pale. Brown hair. Nondescript. I used to wish I was pretty. Now I’m glad I’m not. Insipid is invisible, and that’s what I need to be.
I join the line for tickets, scanning the departure boards as casually as possible. I’m heading west in general, but I’ve been taking as indirect a route as possible, sometimes even doubling back. I’ve got to be careful, though. I can’t stop to find work, not yet, which means taking the cheapest option. Today, that’s a bus heading somewhere called Ripton. The cashier tells me it’s a small town about a hundred miles south-west of here. The bus leaves in two hours. Good enough. I hand over the money, trying not to worry about my dwindling reserves. It’ll be enough. It has to be.
People are all around me, and I glance nervously at the cameras dotting the ceiling. I don’t want to hang out here for two hours, but I can’t risk missing my bus. I need somewhere quiet to hang out, somewhere I can fade into the background. I’ve learned the hard way, the longer you stand on your own in a crowded place, the more likely you are to get dragged into a conversation, whether you like it or not. I can’t do that. I can’t risk being remembered.
As I look around, I realise I need to pee. Well, that is a problem I can solve, right now. I pull my backpack more firmly over my shoulder and head for the sign indicating bathrooms.
The bathroom is kind of dirty, but the smell isn’t too bad. It makes my nose crinkle but doesn’t bring tears to my eyes, which makes it a big improvement over the last one. I take care of business, then take advantage of the empty space to just be still and relax for a minute.
I’ve spent most of the last two weeks on buses. They’re a lot cheaper than flights, and if you pay cash, you don’t even have to show ID. No-brainer for someone in my situation, running from someone with resources I can’t even imagine. I push away the memory of the night it all started, but the echoing gunshot and the copper smell of blood still rush to the forefront of my mind. I shake my head.
That’s enough alone time.
I shove my way out of the bathroom, not paying attention to where I’m going, which is why I run straight into someone. Someone who steadies me, but then doesn’t let go.
I look up into a pair of watery eyes. The owner’s mouth is smiling, but it doesn’t reach those pale blue eyes, and a shiver of prescience runs down my spine. I try to take a step away, but those hands tighten on my shoulders.
Let go of me,
I tell him.
Just makin’ sure you’re okay,
he says, revealing yellowing teeth. My heart rate rises, but I refuse to panic. I haven’t got this far only to make a scene now.
I’m fine,
I tell him. Thank you.
I go to move past him, and his hand slides under the strap of my backpack. I stop before my movement lifts it right off my shoulder. That’s mine.
Looks heavy,
he says, his eyes turning cold, calculating. Let me help you carry it.
No. Thank you.
I try to pull away, but he won’t let go, and I’m starting to worry. A quick glance behind me indicates the passageway is empty. There’s no one else here. That’s a good thing, I remind myself. No one else around means no one will remember this, will remember me. It also means I can’t afford to crumble. I need to get myself out of this.
I drop into a fighting stance but find myself thrown back against the wall. The guy is skinny, and not much taller than me, but he’s a lot stronger than he looks.
I’m trying to help, you ungrateful little bitch!
he spits at me. My head bounces off the wall, and I stagger and shake my head, trying to clear the stars from my vision. The backpack lightens on my shoulder as he lifts it clear, and I panic. I need that bag. It holds everything I own, including the rest of my money and a few things I know I can sell further down the line when my cash runs out. It also holds the one trump card I could still play to save my life, if I can ever get it to someone who can use it. I try to struggle, but he pins me to the wall. He leers down at me and looks around.
Calm down. Maybe we can have a little fun.
Nausea rolls in my belly. I’ve never