Gypsy: Sons of Sangue by Patricia A. Rasey

Author:Patricia A. Rasey [Rasey, Patricia A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-04-24T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Grayson road out front, taking the curves of Highway 101 with ease on his Sportster. Anton and Ryder followed closely behind on their bigger bikes. The V-Twin Evolution engine rumbled beneath him. He still preferred the lighter, leaner frame over their much bulkier ones. They took the scenic route, heading for California and into the Devils’ territory. Their cuts had been left behind. No sense announcing their arrival before they got there.

Now, just a few miles north of Santa Barbara, the forest vegetation gave way to palm trees and sandy beaches. The trip had taken over thirteen hours of riding time, stopping only long enough to gas up and rest their heads at some dive hotel. Had they checked with one of those online hotel booking sites, the place would be lucky if it were given a two-star rating.

What did he really expect for seventy dollars? He had taken one bed, while Anton took the other. Ryder used the hard as a rock sofa, but slept like the dead anyway. After about five hours of shut-eye, they were back on the road by early evening.

Grayson’s gaze traveled out to the surf, making him miss his board. The crests were white-capped, indicating good local winds and bigger waves. Finishing his job here, he intended to take Ryder and head out to his buddy’s beach house. No better therapy than riding the surf. A good couple of days of catching waves and maybe he’d exorcize Tamera from his constant thoughts. This trip might’ve been good for getting his head together had he not been forced to drag along Anton.

Talk about a six-foot-five reminder of the one woman forbidden to him.

Finding a nearly-empty parking lot adjacent to a public beach, Grayson flipped on his signal and turned in. He pulled into a spot facing the Pacific. Anton and Ryder pulled in beside him, kicked down their center stands and removed their helmets. Grayson cut the engine from his bike and stepped over the seat. After removing his skull cap, he pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head and stared out across the horizon. The sunset cast the water in fascinating shades of blue and oranges. There wasn’t a more beautiful site in Grayson’s book, barring Tamera Cantrell.

His thoughts returned to the Rave. Fuck, that had been hot. Aside from being a teenager in the back of his mother’s SUV, he couldn’t ever remember rubbing one off as they had in years. Now all he could think about was stripping her of those tight jeans she seemed so overly fond of, and burying himself to the hilt. Problem was, if he wanted her to keep her pretty little head where it was, he needed to stop thinking of getting her horizontal, bent over, standing up, or any other position. Anton would now get those honors.

Fuck!

“Sure is a tranquil night, almost too serene for bloodshed,” Anton said, coming to stand beside him. “So what’s on your mind?”

Grayson looked at Anton, who had his hands locked at his back staring across the horizon.

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