BILLIONAIRE BIKERS: 3 MC Romance Books

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Authors: Kristina Blake
comfortably share with anyone.
    I hear Ana gasp beneath me in the darkness, and then feel her lie still. I hold myself aloft above her, keeping our bodies perfectly aligned, as if I have just pinned her in a wrestling match. I gaze down at her with amusement as I watch her long legs stir and slide together beneath the too-thin sheets that separate us.
    Although I exerted little effort in the move, I can feel my heart starting to pulse hard, almost painfully, in my chest with our proximity. That was an unexpected side effect... I had not anticipated a little power play before bed to put me at a disadvantage.
    "What are you doing?" Her voice rises to me in a harsh whisper, but it sounds sweet and tremulous. "I thought you said we were both adults here!"
    "I'm starting to think that may be a problem after all," I rumble in my throat. I admire for a moment longer the way her lush red hair fans out around her head on the pillow; its fiery hue is even evident in the shadows of the unlit motel room. I shift slightly, pressing my knee against the outside of her thigh, and pull my right hand up from where it stabilizes me atop the bed. I see a flash of something across her face; she winces, as if she expects me to touch her, and this stalls my advance. I feel my own brows knit together in puzzlement as I watch her suck in a quick breath. I had mused on taking our intimacy further, but the anxiety in her expression draws me back into reality. We don't know each other. I'm a stranger to her, and her reaction to me now is indicative of a woman who has never been involved in the sort of one-night arrangement I'm inviting her to consider now.
    But that doesn't mean I can't continue the fun, just for a little longer. I take the raised hand and reach across her to her bedside table. I punch a few buttons and set the clock alarm for early morning, before spinning off her and falling back onto my back. I'm surprised to find my erection straining insistently against the front of my pants now, but there is no ready relief I can give it. Looks like my playful come-on backfired spectacularly.
    At least a sideways glance at Ana looks like she isn't going to get much rest sleeping beside me, either. This is a stark contrast to why I insisted we both take the bed earlier. I snort a long, low breath from my nose and roll over to face the other way. A good night almost crosses my lips, but I suppress it. She surprises me by speaking instead.
    "Hey, what does 'R.B.' stand for?" she inquires conversationally. Almost like the last minute hasn't passed between us at all. She may be naïve and unused to the perils of the road, but she's certainly annoyingly good at bouncing back from situations that make her uncomfortable.
    "Go to sleep," I reply.
    "Is that the name of your gang? Are you in a gang?" she pressed. "Aren't you guys supposed to travel in a pack or something? If that's the case, why are you riding alone?"
    I don't offer any ready answers to her questions, and I hear her sigh in frustration. She overturns herself and attempts to pull the blankets with her, but my weight atop them anchors them firmly in place. She sighs again, trying to signal for my cooperation, but I don't move. I'm pondering what she's said.
    Why are you riding alone?

CHAPTER 5
     
    ANA
    I wake up with a strange pair of arms wrapped around me. In the moment between sleep and waking, I snuggle back against them, craving the warmth of another body. It has been so long since someone has held me this way that I don't even bother wondering where I am or who I am with. I trust my own judgement implicitly in the matter. Obviously, I wouldn't go to bed with just anyone. This man, whoever he is, must be safe. I close my eyes and prepare to drift back off to sleep.
    My eyes fly open. My body goes rigid, and the arms wrapped around me tighten infinitesimally in response to my sudden resistance. My heart climbs into my throat, and I start to feel panic grab hold of me in earnest. It all

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