Sarge's Woman

Evie Lyn needed a new start on life after her old one blew up in her face. "You can come with us. We have a mechanic; he can take a look at your truck. We can send a couple of guys back for it." She looked up and down the road. Nothing but trees and open land. No towns or building, except for the old barn off in the distance. "Where y'all going?" She really did not want to leave her RV on the road. Her whole world was inside. It was her home until she decided what to do with the rest of her life. Besides that, she did not know these men. No telling where they were headed or when she-if she made it back to the RV. "Are y'all an official MC?" She pointed to the black leather vest he wore. "That a problem?" He queried, watching the decision play out in her expression. "Not as long as I can leave when I want." She turned her gaze his way but raised it no higher than the rippling tanned muscles at play under the vest. "Um, how long will it take your mechanic to fix it? The tire, I mean, the engine." God, could he stop rippling! She was hot, tired, fifty, and in full lusting mode! She was going to regret this decision; she just knew it!The rugged biker just might be that start.