Lynx (Savage Raptors MC 1)

Lynx (Savage Raptors MC 1)
Harley Wylde
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Lynx

The girl was a hot mess, and yet I couldn’t look away. She’d been here for several weeks already and didn’t seem like she planned to move on anytime soon. My club treated her like a princess, for the most part. I wasn’t sure they were handling the situation the right way, though. What she needed was a firm hand and some instruction. Instead, she was running wild and heading down a path of destruction. No one here realized what she did at night. No one except me.

Why? Because I’d followed her ass more than once. The second I’d realized she was going to hook up with strangers, putting herself at risk, I’d stepped in. She didn’t realize it, and I didn’t plan to tell her. Every time her targets got up to take a piss, or she wandered off for a moment, I’d slip in and say a few words. Just enough to send the fuckers running.

I didn’t know the entire story behind her visit to our club. Something about causing trouble for one of the Devil’s Fury brothers and his woman. Whatever was going on with Meredith seemed to be more involved. Not that anyone asked my opinion. The girl wasn’t crying for help -- she was screaming it. I didn’t understand why no one could see what was right in front of them.

Even now, she sat at a table outside the clubhouse, sipping on a soda and scrolling through some app on her phone. To others, she’d look bored. I saw the tension in her hands, and the jittery way she bounced her leg. I’d be willing to bet money she was looking for a random hookup. Those were things I saw even while checking out her car.

The front tire on her car kept getting lower, no matter how many times she’d filled it with air. Which was why I was now checking it for a nail, or anything else that might cause a leak. At least, anything visible. Something told me she’d have to take it in to a shop, and I knew I couldn’t fucking trust her around a bunch of mechanics. She’d be screwing one in the bathroom on his break if someone didn’t keep an eye on her.

The Meredith the Devil’s Fury spoke of previously didn’t seem anything like this girl, and yeah, I considered her a girl most days. I knew chronologically she was a full-grown woman, but the way she kept acting out made me want to turn her over my knee and spank her ass like a wayward child. All those curves certainly didn’t belong to one, though. Nope. And no matter how hard I’d tried not to notice the shape of her ass, or her large tits, I’d failed miserably. Some nights, they were all I could think about.

She’s too fucking young for you.

It wasn’t the first time I’d reminded myself of that fact. She’d tried to pass herself off as older, until the Pres asked to see her license. He’d immediately told every last member, officer, and Prospect not to give her a drop of alcohol because she was underage. The Devil’s Fury wouldn’t have sent her out on her own like this if she wasn’t considered a legal adult. Which told me she was somewhere between eighteen and twenty. Since I was in my thirties, it felt like too big of a gap most days. Of course, I knew plenty of guys who’d fallen for younger women. Hell, the entire Devil’s Fury had so far, out of those who’d claimed someone.

“Merry, you’re going to have to run this to the shop. I think maybe your valve stem has a leak, or it’s something I can’t easily see.” I wiped my hands off with a rag, but the black smears remained on my skin.

She looked up, her brow furrowing. “What did you call me?”

“Merry. Got a problem with it?”

Her cheeks flushed and she slowly shook her head. She stared at me for a moment before standing and shoving her phone into her back pocket. When she got closer, I could smell the citrus scent of her shampoo, and I damn near reached for her. Instead, I took a step back and watched her get into her car. The way she peeled away from the clubhouse and shot through the gates told me she was on her way to cause trouble.

“You going after her?” Spade asked.

I glanced at the VP. The fact he asked me that meant he’d been watching, and knew I’d been keeping an eye on Meredith. Did he know why, though?

“Maybe.”

He shook his head, a slight smile on his lips. “That one is going to give you a run for your money. She’s not as docile as people think.”

I snorted. “Who the fuck thinks of her as docile?”

“Most of the club. They only see the good parts of her.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “You’re not the only one who followed her a few times. I know what you’ve been up to, even if she hasn’t realized it. Just make sure she doesn’t take a bite out of you when she figures it out.”

I waved off his concern. “What she needs is a good spanking. No one is doing her any favors by coddling her. You’d think everyone would have figured it out by now. The way she acted with Doolittle should have been a big-ass warning. Instead, they asked her to leave for a while. Not one damn person tried to understand her.”

“And you do?” he asked.