He walked over to his clothing he'd left draped over the seat, his gaze lifted to the lights in the distance of a passing car. He grabbed his boxers, pulling them up onto his slender frame before he snatched up his jeans. With a quick yank of the material, he secured them with the clip of his belt. Rian walked over to his bike, grabbing his black tee shirt to pull it over his head before he looked to the road just in front of him.
Four large trucks from the brewery passed, each likely packed full of Bel Mar Beer. Rian pulled on his jacket, fixing the collar as he watched the last truck rush by. He climbed onto his bike, the engine coming to with a loud roar, his headlight shining brightly through the trees as he kicked it into gear and sped off. Rian drove along the single lane road leading to his home as a confused thought surfaced.
Jenkins Street was nothing more than a field, there hadn’t been a business there in over ten years. The small pond had dried up long ago and the location had become a home for the drifters that passed through Bel Mar from time to time. Why would Billingsworth be having four large trucks delivering items there? Why was it so important at one in the morning? Rian knew he would need to tell the MC about what he saw and heard, just on the off chance they were up to no good regarding his club.
He pulled up to his house, a small two-bedroom ranch he shared with his longtime partner, Lexi. Rian parked in the center of the driveway, kicked his stand down before he stepped from the bike. He'd moved around the front as he ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair when he heard the click of a camera, followed by the scent of old coffee and cheap doughnuts. His exhaled a deep sigh, his strides continuing as he made his way along the front path toward the entrance. He knew the Sheriff often had members of the club watched, it didn’t shock Rian this night seemed to be his turn.
As soon as he stepped into the house, the smell of garlic chicken hit him like a brick. He closed the door, pulled off his jacket and tossed it over the back of the couch as he made his way into the kitchen where Lexi stood bent over at the stove. His lips curved at the sight. This beautiful curvy woman before him had been the best thing to happen in his life and he had loved her since high school. She stood upright, placing the tray onto the top of the stove when he walked up behind her, his hands sliding around her hips as he pulled her ass back against him. Lexi laughed, her head turned to glance at him over her shoulder.
“You smell like wet cat.” Her voice held laughter, but her smile was sultry, eyes bright.
“You say the sweetest things.”
He chuckled before he lowered his head down to hers, their lips pressed against one anothers. Lexi lifted her arm, her hand pressed to the back of his neck as their kiss deepened. As she let out a soft moan, Rian ran his hands around the front of her body, his fingers pushing lightly under the hem of her loose shorts. With a laugh, Lexi pulled from their kiss, her hand gripping his.
“Go shower,” she commanded with a light slap to his hand, “dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes.” He licked his bottom lip with a grin, backing away from her before he made his way to the arched entry of the room.
“Hold that thought, for later.”
Lexi nodded with a smile before she returned to dinner. Rian grinned as he looked back towards her a second more before he moved through the house toward the bathroom.
“That was great.” Rian commented as he tossed the fork onto his empty plate. The woman had made him his favorite meal of garlic chicken, asparagus and mashed potatoes. Lexi grinned as she sat back in her chair facing him.
“I’m glad you liked it.” She spoke as she reached for her wine glass. “Did you have a good run?”
She knew what he was, that he had been born a shifter who had the ability to transform into a cheetah. That he was a member of a Motorcycle Club filled with shifters. It had been a tough pill for her to swallow at first, yet she had come around and accepted him for who he was.
“Yeah,” he replied with a slow nod, “it was interesting.” He lifted his beer to his lips, his eyes shifting downward from their connected gaze.
“What does that mean? Interesting how?”
He returned his attention to her, licking his bottom lip as he swallowed the chilled liquid. “Ended up at the brewery. Started talking about making a delivery to Jenkins street.”
“Jenkins Street? There's nothing there. Hasn't been for years and years, not since the old pond dried up.”
Rian shrugged his shoulders with a nod. “Well, just stay away from that place and those people. All you need is to get pulled into some drama with that lot.”
She stood from the table, grabbing his plate and her own before she made her way to the sink in the corner. Rian remained in his seat for a moment, his gaze lingering over her tan, toned arms as she rinsed off the dinner plates. He stood slowly, his strides light as he
