The Biker’s Obsession
Beenow i drive alone past your street
Stone had taken it last night, and he clearly had no intention of leaving it where I could reach it.
I sat up slowly in the giant bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with the backs of my hands. That was when I realized Stone was already wide awake. He was standing perfectly still by the large wall of windows on the far side of the room. He was wearing nothing but a pair of loose, low-slung gray sweatpants. His broad, massive chest and thick arms were completely bare, showing off every single line of his dark, intricate tattoos. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest as he stood there silently, watching the club compound down below.