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them, and Autumn couldn’t blame her. Butch on his motorcycle was an intimidating sight, but get the club together on their bikes and it was even worse. They were sure to get a lot of stares that weekend as they rode through the small towns they’d pass on their way to the Poconos.
Several minutes later, Butch pulled into the clubhouse parking lot. The brothers stood waiting outside, their bikes lined up in a row, gleaming in the sunlight with bags strapped on.
Autumn looked around and breathed in a sigh of relief that none of the club women were there. It was always awkward being around them. Butch thought she was too stupid to realize what was going on, but from day one she’d known that he slept with them.
With the exception of worrying about STDs, though, she didn’t care who he slept with. She’d been labeled as his girlfriend but she’d never felt that way. They had no emotional connection and never would.
• • •
Hours later, the group was riding up the mountains with Butch and Autumn in the lead. They’d just reached a level stretch of highway when Butch made a hand signal to the brothers behind him before he turned into a lot filled with motorcycles and men wearing riding gear emblazoned with Wicked Disciples patches.
A crash van with a Pennsylvania license plate was parked alongside the bikes. A member of the Scranton chapter had to be having trouble. As Butch set his kickstand down and got off his bike, Autumn took off her helmet and smoothed down her hair, but she stayed where she was.
The first time she’d been on a run with Butch, she’d made the mistake of speaking to a member of the Connecticut chapter. That innocent conversation had earned her several bruises from Butch. He didn’t like her speaking with the brothers much, especially those from another chapter. He didn’t like her speaking to anyone, in fact.
Hale and Kristen seemed to be the only exceptions, and Autumn suspected it was because they weren’t part of any MC. But if it meant peace with Butch, then she was fine with keeping her distance.
Her gaze went to the pine trees surrounding the lot. The nature around them was magnificent. Once they reached the cabins, Butch would be busy. Maybe she’d be able to take a walk in the woods.
She turned her gaze back to the brothers from the Scranton chapter. She recognized all but one—a handsome younger man with light brown hair that nearly touched his shoulders, and a short, neatly trimmed beard. He was crouched down, attaching a bike ramp to the side of the van. A box of tools lay in the dirt beside him. Given his age, he was probably a prospect.
She was about to turn away when he looked up. Autumn sucked in a breath as he did a double take and his gaze latched onto hers. She froze, unable to stop herself from staring back.
Her immediate impression was this man was different from the other brothers. There was something about his eyes, something about his intense golden gaze that sent a rush of awareness hurtling through her body. The look he’d sent her was curious but warm, with a kindness that she wasn’t used to seeing directed toward her.
Rattled from the intensity of her reaction, Autumn finally broke eye contact.
CHAPTER 13
Scranton, Pennsylvania
“You’re not riding,” Beck had told Camden that morning. “You’re driving the crash car.”
Camden had gazed at the white van with dismay—the Wicked Disciples’ version of AAA. The crash car followed the brothers on runs in case anyone broke down, offering repair assistance to those who needed it, and a lift home for any bikes that couldn’t be repaired on the spot.
He’d been looking forward to riding his own bike, and was disappointed not to be riding on his first run with the brothers. But he kept his feelings to himself and took the keys to the van from Beck without a word.
Twenty minutes ago, he’d been put into service. Romeo had gestured to him for help before pulling into this lot. Camden parked the
Several minutes later, Butch pulled into the clubhouse parking lot. The brothers stood waiting outside, their bikes lined up in a row, gleaming in the sunlight with bags strapped on.
Autumn looked around and breathed in a sigh of relief that none of the club women were there. It was always awkward being around them. Butch thought she was too stupid to realize what was going on, but from day one she’d known that he slept with them.
With the exception of worrying about STDs, though, she didn’t care who he slept with. She’d been labeled as his girlfriend but she’d never felt that way. They had no emotional connection and never would.
• • •
Hours later, the group was riding up the mountains with Butch and Autumn in the lead. They’d just reached a level stretch of highway when Butch made a hand signal to the brothers behind him before he turned into a lot filled with motorcycles and men wearing riding gear emblazoned with Wicked Disciples patches.
A crash van with a Pennsylvania license plate was parked alongside the bikes. A member of the Scranton chapter had to be having trouble. As Butch set his kickstand down and got off his bike, Autumn took off her helmet and smoothed down her hair, but she stayed where she was.
The first time she’d been on a run with Butch, she’d made the mistake of speaking to a member of the Connecticut chapter. That innocent conversation had earned her several bruises from Butch. He didn’t like her speaking with the brothers much, especially those from another chapter. He didn’t like her speaking to anyone, in fact.
Hale and Kristen seemed to be the only exceptions, and Autumn suspected it was because they weren’t part of any MC. But if it meant peace with Butch, then she was fine with keeping her distance.
Her gaze went to the pine trees surrounding the lot. The nature around them was magnificent. Once they reached the cabins, Butch would be busy. Maybe she’d be able to take a walk in the woods.
She turned her gaze back to the brothers from the Scranton chapter. She recognized all but one—a handsome younger man with light brown hair that nearly touched his shoulders, and a short, neatly trimmed beard. He was crouched down, attaching a bike ramp to the side of the van. A box of tools lay in the dirt beside him. Given his age, he was probably a prospect.
She was about to turn away when he looked up. Autumn sucked in a breath as he did a double take and his gaze latched onto hers. She froze, unable to stop herself from staring back.
Her immediate impression was this man was different from the other brothers. There was something about his eyes, something about his intense golden gaze that sent a rush of awareness hurtling through her body. The look he’d sent her was curious but warm, with a kindness that she wasn’t used to seeing directed toward her.
Rattled from the intensity of her reaction, Autumn finally broke eye contact.
CHAPTER 13
Scranton, Pennsylvania
“You’re not riding,” Beck had told Camden that morning. “You’re driving the crash car.”
Camden had gazed at the white van with dismay—the Wicked Disciples’ version of AAA. The crash car followed the brothers on runs in case anyone broke down, offering repair assistance to those who needed it, and a lift home for any bikes that couldn’t be repaired on the spot.
He’d been looking forward to riding his own bike, and was disappointed not to be riding on his first run with the brothers. But he kept his feelings to himself and took the keys to the van from Beck without a word.
Twenty minutes ago, he’d been put into service. Romeo had gestured to him for help before pulling into this lot. Camden parked the