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  Copyright© 2021 Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino

  ISBN: 978-0-3695-0381-7

  Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

  Editor: Audrey Bobak

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  THE BIKER’S DIRTY

  LITTLE SECRET

  Straight to Hell MC, 2

  Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino

  Copyright © 2021

  Chapter One

  Heat radiated off the asphalt, the late afternoon sun unrelenting for the fourth day in a row. Brick craved to take his Harley out for a long ride, to feel the cool breeze against his heated flesh. But no, he’d be taking the pick-up truck with no AC into town. Lord’s old lady wanted to start raising laying hens at the club, so he’d been assigned to get all the materials to build a coop. This was definitely the last thing he wanted to be doing today, but no one refused an order from the prez. He wasn’t sure why Lord hadn’t asked one of the prospects to do this shit. As VP of the Straight to Hell MC, he had better things to do with his time.

  He pulled the whiny door closed after climbing up into the driver’s seat. The building center was just on the outskirts of town, supplying lumber and other essentials to the area. He rolled down the windows, but even the air felt stale at these temperatures.

  The drive was uneventful. He couldn’t complain about much these days. There hadn’t been any club drama for months, and he hoped it would continue. He was still getting used to Ally being a permanent member of the club. The prez’s old lady made Lord a father. Things were changing. Brick wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

  He missed the days when he’d run into hellfire by Lord’s side. Now his prez was taking the cautious approach because he had a family to think about, not just the club. Women made men weak—there was no way around that fact.

  The building center finally came into view up the road. Brick was sweating through his t-shirt and felt like shit. He couldn’t wait to get back to the club and take a long, cold shower.

  He parked in front of the main building and hopped out of the truck. Brick always wore his cut, but in weather like this, he’d gladly break his own rules. He tossed his cut on the passenger seat and tugged off his t-shirt, using it to wipe his brow.

  Brick grabbed the list Ally had given him and headed into the building. After entering the lobby, he closed his eyes for a moment and just breathed. The AC felt like fucking heaven.

  “Hot out there?”

  He opened his eyes. A girl behind the counter stared at him.

  “I can handle hot,” he said. “Whatever’s going on outside is next level.”

  She giggled in response, a sweet feminine sound. He noticed her gaze roving down his body. He immediately patted himself down in response, feeling for an exposed weapon, but realized it was just because he was shirtless.

  He was used to the club whores chasing after him, but this girl looked nothing like them.

  “It’s terrible. I don’t have AC at home, so I’ve actually looked forward to coming into work this week. And trust me, that says a lot,” she said.

  He stepped closer, leaning against the counter. People didn’t usually talk to him, especially local women. He was used to being feared. The chitchat was somehow refreshing. There was something about this chick and her classic girl-next-door looks that pulled down his walls. She wore her hair in a thick ponytail. It had to be a good two feet long.

  Brick shook his thoughts away.

  “Sorry, I’m rambling. How can I help you?”

  “I don’t mind,” he said. “What’s your name, anyway?”

  She pointed to the badge on her shirt.

  He ran a hand down his face. “See, the heat is really getting to me. Nice to meet you, Callie.”

  She bit her bottom lip, and it was sexy as fuck.

  “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. Do you live close by?”

  “Not too far,” he said.

  It was at that moment he realized she didn’t know he belonged to an MC. In her eyes, he was just another civilian. And he had no desire to fill her in on the truth.

  She leaned over the counter on her elbows and slipped him a card. He glanced at it briefly but was more entranced by the intensity of her blue eyes. She even smelled sweet, a subtle vanilla.

  “Don’t tell anyone in the yard, but it’s a family discount. You may as well get some use out of it.”

  He took the offering. “No family?”

  She shrugged. “Just me, but the boss doesn’t need to know that.”

  “Thank you, Callie.”

  After a cleansing breath, she grabbed a notepad. “Let me get your order before I keep you here all day.”

  Honestly, he didn’t mind. For the first time in a long time, he felt human. Back at the club, he was feared, idolized, sometimes hated. And he was dangerous. Addicted to violence.

  He slipped her Ally’s list.

  “A chicken coop? I’d love to have chickens, but I think my apartment complex would frown upon that.” She winked.

  “I guess so,” he said. “Hey, if we’re successful, I’ll be sure to bring you some fresh eggs.”

  “We? Are you married?”

  “No, no woman. I was talking about my brothers.”

  “A big family sounds fun.” She spoke while punching codes into her computer.

  He didn’t answer. No sense creating a web of lies when he could keep his mouth shut instead.

  Another staff member came in from the back, glancing over at him. Brick raised his chin, an unspoken challenge. He was always ready for a fight. But the guy only set a stack of purchase orders down beside Callie.

  “Thanks, Jeff.”

  “You okay in here?” he asked. Brick wanted to tell him to fuck off.

  “Actually, this is a pretty big order. Can you get a new skid of 2x4s down with the forklift?”

  “Yeah. Sure.” He left the way he came, looking over his shoulder at Brick one more time before closing the door. Did he recognize him as a biker? Would he tell Callie?

  And when did he start giving a shit about what other people thought?

  “I think I have everything on your list.” She handed him back the paper from Ally. “If you pull your truck around back, the boys will load you up as soon as they pull down that wood.”

  “Thanks for your help.”

  “My pleasure,” she said.

  He shoved the list into the pocket of his jeans and left the building center. The entire time he waited around back, he kept thinking about the things he should have done and should have said to Callie. It was all he could think about. He barely focused on his surroundings until there was a knock on the side of his truck.

  Brick jerked in his seat. He hadn’t even noticed the guy inches from his face.

  “You’re all loaded,” said one of the yard hands.

  “Thanks.”

  He started up the truck and began to ride out of the building lot. Brick had gotten what he came for, and now he could head home. This was what he wanted—short and sweet. Only he couldn’t pull out onto the road. Instead, he did a hard right turn, bringing him back to the front office.

  For a good five minutes, he sat there in the
truck, trying to convince himself to forget about this town girl and move on with his life. She was nobody. He had no time for socializing outside of the club, and never had any desire to do so. Relationships with outsiders were frowned upon. Besides, once a girl like Callie knew exactly what he was, she’d run the other way and never look back.

  I’m a fucking idiot.

  Brick went back inside the building center. Callie was at a desk behind the counter. When she saw him enter, she got up and approached the front.

  “Was the order all right?”

  “Everything was fine,” he said.

  Why did he suddenly feel like he was twelve years old, his mouth dry, and nerves on fire? He was completely out of character, and the guys at the club would laugh their asses off if they could see him now.

  “Did you want to order something else?”

  He ground his teeth together, his jaw clenched. “What time do you get off work?”

  “Five. Why?”

  “I wanted to thank you for your help. Maybe take you out to dinner or something.”

  She remained quiet, and he regretted opening his mouth in the first place.

  “Or not,” he said. “It was just an idea.”

  “No, I’d love to go to dinner.”

  He nodded. “I better drop this shit off and get ready then. I’ll pick you up at five.”

  ****

  Callie was still in a state of shock after the hot guy left. And she hadn’t even asked for his name. It was difficult to think straight when he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His body was golden and ripped like a gladiator. The ink on his arms was unlike anything she’d ever seen. She probably should have refused his offer. He was a classic bad boy, she had no doubt about it. But he didn’t act like an asshole, and for some reason, she felt comfortable around him when she was normally quite shy around men.

  It was difficult to focus on work for the rest of the afternoon. None of the men in the yard had shoulders and biceps like her guy. When they’d talked to each other, she’d had to remind herself to make eye contact and not keep checking him out. She liked everything about him, from the gruff tone of his voice to his impossibly dark eyes.

  What would he think of the real her?

  He’d only seen her from behind the counter. Once he saw her fat ass, he’d probably regret asking her out. She wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans. He was picking her up in a couple of hours, right after work, so she’d have no time to fix herself up. In an ideal situation, she’d take a shower and change into something pretty.

  Jeff came in and sat at his desk. “Any new orders?”

  “A few online. No more walk-ins.”

  “That guy give you any trouble?” Jeff asked. “He looked like trouble.”

  “He’s just a chicken farmer. Relax.”

  She didn’t want any more questions and didn’t like her mystery man being judged.

  “A farmer covered in ink?”

  She shrugged.

  Honestly, Callie didn’t want to dig deeper. She just wanted to enjoy the moment. He’d asked her out on a date, so she was still on cloud nine.

  She’d been so focused on working and surviving that she had little time to worry about herself, her love life, or her future.

  So many thoughts crowded her head. What would happen when he dropped her off? She didn’t want him to see the shithole where she lived. Or what if he wasn’t what he seemed to be at all and he ended up dumping her body in a ditch somewhere?

  The minutes ticked on until only ten minutes remained until her shift ended.

  Her heart raced. What if he didn’t even show up? What if he did?

  Callie shut down her station and gathered up her belongings.

  She used the staff bathroom to fix herself up. After pulling the elastic from her ponytail, she ran her fingers through her hair the best she could. When she looked beyond the glass, she still couldn’t see the white pick-up truck in the yard. Her heart sank. She didn’t realize how much she’d wanted this to work out.

  Callie usually walked a mile to the town, then took the bus to her apartment at the far east end. One day, she’d have enough saved up for a little car, but until then, it was a tedious routine that wasn’t optional. And much worse in this heat.

  She began her trek through the dusty yard, checking her watch again. Maybe she should wait a few more minutes in case he was just late. Her life was so full of disappointments that she doubted he’d show up. It had only been about five months since her grandmother passed away. That pain was still fresh. She’d raised Callie alone, giving her some semblance of normalcy in her childhood years. Her parents and cousins were all messed up on hard drugs, stealing and conning people to support their habit. Her grandmother tried to shield her from the worst of it, but they were mostly MIA, and she wasn’t so naïve.

  Her mother showed up out of nowhere to claim her grandmother’s trailer after the funeral, effectively leaving Callie homeless for a couple of weeks until she got her current bachelor apartment. They hadn’t spoken since.

  The roar of a motorcycle made her heart race. She always feared running into a biker on her lonely walk to town. She’d been lucky so far. Callie was well aware there were at least two big clubs in the vicinity. One of them was currently building a new clubhouse, and they came in for supplies frequently. She wasn’t allowed to handle those invoices, so she knew something wasn’t right about their orders but kept her mouth shut. It wasn’t her business.

  When the bike slowed down behind her, she began to panic. Why hadn’t she invested in some pepper spray? She turned her head to her side when the bike crawled next to her.

  It was him … her mystery man.

  He cut the engine and swung his leg off the bike. “Canceling our date?”

  She swallowed hard, alternatively glancing at him and then the bike. He looked so different than earlier. Well, he had clothes on for one—a fitted black t-shirt and blue jeans, his hair slightly damp. She wanted to run her fingers along the ink and muscles.

  “I didn’t think you’d show.”

  “You’ve got to give me a chance,” he said.

  She noticed him less than discreetly looking her up and down. Was he grossed out? She was known for her curves, and often the brunt of jokes around the yard. It was something she was used to but hated nonetheless.

  “You ride a motorcycle?”

  “You’re not afraid to get on back, are you?”

  “Oh, you want me to ride on that?”

  Callie had never been on a motorcycle. The thought scared her, but she did like the idea of wrapping her arms around his waist.

  “It’s not so bad. You may even like it.” He reached out and ran a section of her hair between his fingers. She was glad she let it down.

  “I don’t even know your name,” she said.

  “Brick.”

  He used a nickname? She wasn’t going to complain. It did suit him.

  Brick got back on the bike, started it up, then nodded behind him. She may be twenty-six, but she was still innocent when it came to men. This was all new to her.

  She used the excuse to touch him, resting her hand on his shoulder as she straddled the bike. He was hard, and something stirred inside her from the simple touch.

  “Hold on tight. These roads aren’t friendly.”

  She slid her arms around him. Her pussy tingled, and it wasn’t just from the vibration of the engine. He hit the gas and they were off, the wind whipping through her hair. The breeze felt like heaven, and she closed her eyes, savoring all the new sensations.

  Town wasn’t far off, so they were soon driving slowly through the streets, finally pulling into one of the strip malls. He parked in front of a restaurant.

  “How was it?” he asked once they were both standing on solid ground again.

  “Fun and terrifying.” She smiled. Growing up in a dysfunctional family made her a good judge of character. Her intuition was usually right, and all the vibes she got from Brick made her feel comfortable
.

  She tried to pull her t-shirt down farther, to cover her hips. He noticed what she was doing.

  “What are you trying to do?”

  Callie’s cheeks heated. “Cover up? I didn’t have time to change.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t try to hide yourself from me. If I didn’t like what I saw, I wouldn’t have asked you to dinner.”

  “But—”

  “Callie, you have a big, juicy ass. What more could a man want?” He held out his hand and she took it. It felt like the most intimate thing in the world. Brick was completely no holds barred, and she doubted he even realized what he said was inappropriate. She loved that he wasn’t trying to play games or put on an act. He was real, confident, and the sexiest man she’d ever met.

  They entered the restaurant, and everyone seemed to glance in their direction. Were they that much of an odd couple? Her insecurities got the better of her. Maybe they thought he was too good for her. She bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself together. Dating was new to her, so she had to follow his lead.

  Their table was small, near the back of the restaurant with a view of the street.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  She was starving. Most of the time, she didn’t eat lunch. She was on a very tight budget.

  Callie shrugged.

  He exhaled, a disapproving sound. “Why won’t you answer? Are you afraid of me now?”

  She shook her head.

  “I won’t bite.”

  “Sorry, I’m not used to dating. This is all new to me.”

  “Well, that makes two of us. Just be yourself. I want to get to know you, Callie.”

  Silly fairy tale fantasies took over her thoughts. Could he be the one?

  “Where should we start?” she asked.

  The waitress set down two glasses of water, and she noted the way he glared at her. It was only there for a split second, but it sent a warning the waitress heard loud and clear, and she rushed off, leaving them alone.