Sawyer is the hottest and fastest rider on the East Coast illegal street bike racing circuit, but he’s fighting to escape the dangerous world and its high-stakes gambling. His psychotic ‘sponsor’ will go to any lengths to force him to ride. Can Sawyer break free and protect Claire—or will he lose her once she learns the dark secrets of his past?
Book 1, Yardley College Bikers. For readers 18 +. Previously published in the New York Times bestselling Riding Desire Box Set.
Length: 35,600 words / 115 pages
I am at the kind of fun party I used to dream of attending. And I want to leave.
I find the only empty room in the house. In the basement, there’s a small laundry room. I go in there and let a few silly tears of self-pity roll down my cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
I almost jump out of my skin. A guy is standing behind me in the laundry room. I wipe my cheeks as fast as I can, hoping that he will have no idea I’ve been crying. “Yeah,” I mumble, not trusting my voice.
Sawyer Tremaine is standing there. All of him, in this very small room. I can’t believe I didn’t notice him. Admittedly, he was hidden by the door, and I swung it shut without turning around. He is folding clothing and setting it neatly into a white plastic laundry basket. Jeans cling to his hips and follow his amazingly long legs. He’s wearing a white t-shirt. He has a build that is not unlike Hugh Jackman’s when the actor plays the character of Wolverine. A beer is standing on the dryer. “Hi, I’m Sawyer.” He holds out his hand.
“I know. I mean, I’m Claire.” I take his hand and awkwardly shake it.
He studies me with his stunning violet eyes. He has long, black eye lashes despite having blond hair. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’ve been crying.”
“No. My eyes just got watery. No idea why. It just happened.” I add, floundering, “It’s probably my contacts,” I add.
He folds a shirt and puts it in the basket.
The significance of that suddenly hits me. “You live here?”
His brow lifts. “I don’t usually go to parties and fold other people’s clothes.”
“I guess not. But why would you even want to do it at your own party?”
“The dryer was finished and I didn’t want the stuff to wrinkle.”
Logical, that’s true.
Sawyer holds out the beer. “I just opened it and haven’t drunk any.”
“I don’t drink,” I say quickly.
“Okay. If you’re sure.”
“I am so sure.”
That makes him smile. He is really gorgeous. In a confined room, his gorgeousness is making me want to hide in a corner and try to disappear.
That was high school Claire. New Claire, with a makeover, should—
A crazy thought hits me.
If I could find out how to turn Sawyer on, maybe I could have one last chance with Trey.
In the statics course that both Sawyer and I attend, we write a test every two weeks. We wrote one a few days ago. After, as people filed out of the classroom, I overheard Sawyer talking to other guys from the class. He admitted he didn’t study.
“I’ve heard stuff about you,” I say quickly. I don’t want to stop. “I wondered if we could work out a deal.”
He looks confused. “A deal?” When he moves, his biceps bunch up under the sleeves of his T-shirt. And…god, are those triceps? Are they supposed to bulge like that?
“I—uh—wanted to ask you for a favor,” I say. “I thought in return, I could help you. With statics. Give you some tutoring.”
“Did you—what was your name again?”
He sets his beer down. “I got a 98 on the last