“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” The sheriff eyed me up and down. “She’s a tiny thing. I’m sure she won’t be too much trouble getting into the back of my car.”
“She’s not fucking going anywhere with you,” the hot guy disagreed with a scowl. “The Silver Saints take care of stuff like this on their own.”
This time, I finally realized what he meant by the Silver Saints. The leather vest he was wearing should’ve clued me in faster—preferably before I’d tried to steal his wallet—but I wasn’t thinking very clearly lately. And my luck had turned from bad to worse since it seemed as though my act of desperation meant that I’d jumped from the frying pan straight into the fire.
2
Dom
I gently took hold of her arm, making sure she didn’t escape. Heat sizzled where our bare skin touched, and it sent sparks of red-hot desire straight to my cock. Which had been hard since the moment I heard her feminine yelp. I was surprised at my body’s reaction and curious about what the commotion was about, so I’d paused in my conversation with Bear and turned around.
I’d been stunned silent for a few seconds as my eyes did a sweep of the tiny woman in front of me. I was a big guy, but even someone of average size would tower over her. Her skin was pale, and with big blue eyes and a perfect, pink, rosebud mouth, she reminded me of the porcelain dolls my sister used to collect. Her long, thick black hair hung down to her waist, some of it spilling over her shoulders to rest on an amazing set of tits, especially for someone so small and delicate. She was wearing a rumpled pink T-shirt, black hoodie, and jeans that molded to her gorgeous ass a little more than I liked in the presence of other men.
To my surprise, desire wasn’t the only emotion that she’d inspired. I’d felt a surge of warmth and protectiveness. She was so small and feminine, breakable. She needed someone to watch over her.
Seeing the sheriff’s hand on her had instantly filled me with rage, and I’d wanted to break it off. Especially when I’d noticed the fear and panic swimming in her gorgeous blue eyes. She’d trembled, and a possessiveness that I’d never experienced before had risen to the surface. My gut told me she was in trouble.
She didn’t need just anyone watching over her. She needed me. She was mine.
It barely registered when the sheriff had told me she’d picked my pocket—which I would be dealt endless grief for by my brothers. In my defense, no one from around here would dare to steal from a Silver Saint, and I was in the bar we owned, so I’d had my guard down.
All I knew was that she was frightened, and I couldn’t let the sheriff take her away. So when I ordered him to leave her to me, I was grateful for the influence we had because he backed down and handed her over.
My little doll gazed up at me with worry and regret. “I’m so sorry. I’ve never done anything like this before”—her eyes filled with tears, and a sharp pain pierced my heart—“I swear, I won’t ever try to steal again. Please, just let me go.” My instincts told me that she was telling the truth, but I wasn’t about to let her go.
I didn’t think she’d be receptive to hearing me stake my claim at that moment, though, so I just shook my head and led her toward the exit. I needed to get her back to my place before we got into whatever was going on. When she stumbled after a few steps, I spun around and scooped her into my arms. She made a small sound of protest, but a smug grin spread across my face when she immediately cuddled into me and tucked her head under my chin.
Luckily, the rain had cleared, and I didn’t have to worry about how to get her home without us both getting soaked. Not that the idea didn’t have merit...it would make it easier to get her out of her clothes.
I set her on her feet beside my motorcycle and laced our fingers together in case she tried to get away. Although, she looked too terrified to bolt. “Relax, doll,” I murmured in a soft, soothing tone. “No one’s gonna hurt you.”
She must have felt some of what was between us because a little of the fear in her eyes seemed to abate. “But you’re taking me to biker jail?” she squeaked.
I nearly barked out a laugh, but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Which shocked the shit out of me. Had this badass enforcer turned into a pussy-whipped marshmallow like Mac and Link with one look at this girl?
Rather than answer her question, I asked, “What’s your name?” She’d figure things out soon enough.
She hesitated, and I narrowed my eyes in warning. “Don’t lie to me, little doll.”
“Lucy,” she whispered.
I waited for her to give me the rest, but she remained silent. “Lucy what?”
She swallowed hard and glanced away. “I’d rather not say. Trust me, the less you know about me, the better.” There wasn’t a trace of dishonesty in her tone or expression. And it hadn’t taken me long to recognize that my doll wore her thoughts and feelings on her face. The fact that she really believed what she said just confirmed my suspicions that she was in trouble. I would’ve bet my cut that she was running from something or someone. Another excellent reason to get her back to the Silver Saints compound as soon as possible.
“Let me worry about that,” I stated as I grabbed my helmet from one of my saddlebags. “Last name, doll,” I demanded as I lowered the protective gear onto her head and secured the strap. It was really big on her, and I smiled because she looked ridiculously fucking adorable.
“Skye,” she muttered so quietly I almost missed it.
“I’m Dominic. Hop on.” I didn’t wait for Lucy to attempt to climb onto my bike since she was so small I was worried she would fall and hurt herself. With a firm grip on her waist, I lifted her onto the seat and immediately swung my leg over to straddle it right behind her. The law said I should put her behind me, but I was so big compared to her that I felt better with her caged in by my strong arms and thighs.
“Um, what about my car?” she asked suddenly.
Shit. I didn’t think about how she’d gotten to the bar, only where she was headed to now. “I’ll have one of the prospects pick it up tonight and bring it to the compound.”
“Compound?” she squeaked again. “I thought you said you weren’t taking me to biker jail?”
Unable to hold it in this time, I threw my head back and howled with laughter. She turned her head to glance up at me, and her lips were tipped down in a little pout. I shook my head and muttered under my breath. “Too fucking cute.” I showed her where to put her hands to hold on and gave her instructions about how to ride a motorcycle as a passenger. Then I kicked up the stand and started the bike.
Lucy trembled a little as I pulled out of the parking lot and plastered herself back against me, which put her sexy little ass right up against my hard on, making me stifle a groan. But as soon as we hit the open road, her fearful tension turned to vibrations of excitement. She sat forward and lifted her face to the wind. Her hair blew back, and I inhaled deeply, enjoying its sweet vanilla scent.
I made a sharp turn to the left, and Lucy’s laughter floated back to me on the wind, making me smile. I’d worried a little about how she would handle riding such a powerful machine, especially being so tiny, but it quickly became clear she was made to ride.