Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(70)

"What's wrong?" Rachel asked. "You look wiped out."

"Long days."

"Too much school, girl. You're going to fry your brain."

Emily smiled and walked away. Rachel thought Emily was in school to become a psychologist when in reality Emily worked as a middle woman at an escort service. She paired up women and men for enjoyable evenings. The hours were bad, the clientele were rich *s, but the kickback from it was a lot of cash. More money than Emily would ever make at a regular job. The company continually offered Emily a position deeper in the company, meaning she would go out on dates, but Emily always refused. The money would have been much better though. If she did that for a year or two, Emily would have enough to live for a long time. She could float along the coast, live on the beach, and waste away into nothing.

Such dreams for a woman.

"We need to get out of here tonight," Rachel said.

"What?" Emily asked.

"I'm serious. No more girls night stuff. It's old, Em."

"Old? We get drunk and watch movies."

"I did that in high school."

"Yeah, me too," Emily said.

Rachel sat at the dining room table and sipped her coffee. "There's something I haven't told you."

"What's that?"

"I've kind of been talking and flirting with this guy..."

"Whore," Emily said.

"Shut up. Listen to me."

"What happened to waiting for Bobby?"

"He's in New York. There's no way he's saving himself for me. We aren't dating. We aren't anything now. He literally sends me a message online once a week. And most of the time it's something stupid. Either a quick HEY! or something he saw that made him think of me. You can tell it's forced."

"So you're out shopping," Emily said. "Who's the lucky guy?"

"Trust me, it's really nothing right now," Rachel said. "But he like really wants me."

"Wants you?"

"Yeah. He's kind of honest about that stuff."

"What? Sex?"

Rachel smiled and nodded. "He met me and told me he wanted to take me for a ride on his motorcycle and then bend me over the bike and f*ck me."

Emily raised an eyebrow. "He said that?"

"That was tame. He told me he wanted..." Rachel bit her lip and blushed.

"What did he say?"

"He told me he wanted to come all over my sexy ass and then use his tongue to finish me off."

"That's kind of wild. And maybe gross."

"It should be gross," Rachel said. "But it turns me on. Seeing him in leather. The rings on his fingers. The motorcycle. His black hair and really mean eyes. I mean, this guy would probably smack me if he wanted to... yet I like it. I want him to do what he said."

"You want him to bend you over his motorcycle and let him f*ck you?"

"Yes," Rachel said. "Yes. That's what I want. And everything else. I want to do something wild."

"You get wild every weekend."

"But this is dangerous wild."

Emily stared into her coffee. Dangerous wild. Emily never experienced that... at least not lately. She had run from dangerous wild and now hid as best she could to keep it from coming back.

"What do you think of fighting?" Rachel asked.

"Fighting? Like... what?"

"Like two guys fighting," Rachel said. "You know..." Rachel made fists and puckered her lips.

"Like boxing?"

"No. No gloves. Real fighting."

"I don't know. Two guys, what, get drunk and pick a fight?"

"I'm talking about arranged fights. Illegal fights to bet on. Like secret underground shit."

"You can't be serious."

Rachel stood up. "I am. He invited me tonight. There's a fight going on."

"The biker guy?"

"His name is Blaine. And if the size of his hand is any hint at the size of his..."

"Calm down," Emily said. "You're seriously talking about going to an illegal fight with a bunch of bikers?"

Rachel's eyes lit up. Emily knew that look. She once had that look in her eyes, too. That look resulted in the mess her life had become.

"I really want to have some fun," Rachel said. "Come on. We'll go and check it out. Watch a fight or two and then sneak away with some bikers."

"You know these guys are really intense, right? They don't just ride around on motorcycles. They always have... some kind of purpose."

"How would you know?"

"I, uh, had to write a paper on gangs," Emily said. "Like how to explain the mindset of someone who joins a gang. And there was information on bikers. Those motorcycle clubs deal with drugs, guns, prostitutes, even murder."

"God, it's so f*cking hot," Rachel said.

"Your father would kill you," Emily said. "That would really hurt his image."

"I don't care about that. I'm not going to get married, Em. I just want to do something crazy, so I'll have a story for the rest of my life. Seeing an underground fight. Sleeping with a biker. I wonder where he sleeps, you know? How they party. What they do. I mean..."