Brage & Dinah
A Perfectly Captive Love
Book 2
Slag Motorcycle Club series
By
Debra Kayn
Table of Contents
Title Page
Brage & Dinah (Slag Motorcycle Club, #2)
Brage & Dinah
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Epilogue
Author Bio
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Chapter 1
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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A Perfectly Captive Love
Slag Motorcycle Club series, Book 2
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Dedication
MLJJ – Open your eyes. Cover your eyes. And, you won't get that little line from squinting.
Chapter 1
The breeze blew the woman's ink black hair against her bare shoulders. Brage Olden tipped back the plastic cup half full of rum and coke. He'd been watching the woman all night.
She came as a guest of Monica and Joel, a member of Slag Motorcycle Club. Finishing the drink, he tossed the empty cup in the direction of the garbage can outside the clubhouse. Not often would they open the gates and let non-members inside to party.
He lit a cigarette, enjoying the way she seemed content amongst strangers. She gazed around while the others talked, not a self-conscious bone in her sweet body.
Unable to hear what the conversation was about, he stayed next to the wall.
The Slag men deserved the extra entertainment tonight after securing the extortion money they stole from Moroad MC.
The monetary gain gave them an excuse to celebrate and have fun.
Soon enough, Slag would tighten security once again, and prepare for payback. As vice president, he needed to make sure the members kept their heads. Blowing off a little steam would help them stay focused later on.
The woman turned and gazed down the alley. Her halter top tied around her neck was the sexiest damn thing he'd seen in a long time. The damn knot enticed him every time her hair blew away from her back. He wanted to undo the only thing holding the material over her breasts. Breasts that were free and available underneath the covering.
She crossed her arms, completely disconnected from the conversation going on between Monica, Joel, Heather, Aron, and Rune. He stayed next to the building, his back pressed against the wall. She'd made eye contact with him several times inside when they'd first arrived, but she continued to snub him, and everyone else.
Her gaze swung around, sliding past him, and she stopped chewing the gum in her mouth. She'd caught him watching her.
She looked straight at him and started chewing again. His gut tightened. He loved nothing more than a challenging woman.
To bend her. To soften her. To have all that energy directed at him.
Aware of her curiosity, he kept his distance. He enjoyed the game. The looks, the awkwardness, the tension, it was all fucking foreplay for him.
There were at least three hundred people in the clubhouse and spilling out to the alley. She had many people around her to sufficiently entertain her, but he recognized interest when he spotted it.
The more her mouth worked the gum, the more excited she became. He wanted her smacking her lips, worked up, and ready.
The reason behind her coming with Monica to the party was unimportant. He knew how her night would end.
Aron and Rune slowly eased their way to the line of motorcycles and Heather walked to the clubhouse. Monica and Joel finally brought the woman into the conversation. Not going to miss his opportunity, he strolled toward them and stepped between his MC family and their guest.
"Did Monica bring you here or did you drive?" he asked.
There was no need to dance around his question. She understood what he wanted from her.
She glanced over at her friend and then back at him. "I drove."
That explained why she only carried a drink around with her earlier and never drank from the cup.
He gazed into her deep, brown eyes. She never moved or looked away from him.
Hooking her chin with his finger, he ran his thumb across her lower lip. She stayed lax and interested. He hadn't read the situation wrong.
She was willing, and he was interested.
He turned and met Joel's gaze. Lifting his chin, he let his MC brother know that he would see the woman to her car.
Giving her his attention again, he said, "How far away are you parked?"
"A couple blocks." Her mouth continued to move.
Unable to hear her over the music and voices outside, he leaned closer.
Her lips brushed his ear. "Across from Taco Bell. There's a parking lot."
"Tell Monica goodbye, and I'll take you." He stood back while she spoke with her friend.
Less than a minute later, she glanced at him, then backed away from Monica to come to his side. "I'm ready."
He looped his arm around her shoulders and tucked her close. "We'll ride."
She put her arm around his back. He gave her a squeeze.
At his bike, he reached over and borrowed the helmet off Peer's Harley parked next in line and slid it onto the woman's head. Latching the strap under her chin, the heat of her gaze got his pulse
