Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition by Elizabeth Knox (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

from the clubhouse but it goes far enough back into the land that it feels like it’s far away. The last time I brought a woman into this cabin was maybe four years ago and that was my last long-term relationship. A fucking car wreck that shit was.

“Nice. Very homey,” Dela says as she gets a look at the surroundings. It was clearly decorated by a man, but what the fuck could anyone expect. I’m a man.

All leather and dark colors.

“Yeah, it gets the job done,” I answer gruffly.

“Where do you want me to sleep?” She looked around the house trying to get her bearings, I assume.

“I have a guest room on that side of the house but honestly I think it would be better if you stayed in the room with me. You okay with that? I’ll be the perfect gentleman,” I say smiling at her. Instead of returning my smile she looked away.

“I think I’ve met my quota of gentlemen. Just be who you are, Wyatt. Don’t put on any façade for me.” She wrapped her arms around herself.

“Okay. I still think you need to be in the room with me. It’s the safest spot.” I put my hand out and she takes it again. I open the door to my bedroom. It has a large king-size bed. The sheets are mismatched but they are clean. The frame is made out of a solid oak with iron grates. It’s very ornate but still very manly. The walls are a deep tan and there are only very few pictures on the wall. The bookshelves are full of James Patterson and Jack Lee. Murder and Mystery. The pile of dirty clothes is overflowing slightly but it’s not as bad as it could be. At least the room doesn’t smell.

“You have something for me to sleep in? I was a bit uncomfortable sleeping in the clothes that Cody gave me.”

“Yeah, hold on.” I pull out one of the many black t-shirts that I own and toss it to her. “The bathroom is . . .” I expect her to walk out the room and change instead, she turns her back to me and pulls the sweater that Cody gave her over her head and lays it on the bed. Her back is still scarred up but I’m more fucking interested in the way her waist dips in and the slight side curve of her boobs. Fuck, this girl is sexy as fuck.

Again, I have to think about anything but the fact that she is basically standing in my bedroom naked. My cock has been in a fluctuating state of arousal since I met this woman and all of it at the most inappropriate times.

I close my eyes and turn away from her. Maybe if I don’t see her, I can calm myself the fuck down. I take in a few breaths trying to keep myself quiet.

“Wyatt?” Her soft voice caresses my ears. “I’m decent.”

I turn back around to see her dressed in only my shirt. Fucking hell. This is a bad fucking idea.

“Cool, hop in the bed, I can take the floor,” I say, opening one of the closets in my room and pulling out the extra blanket I keep there. I’ve slept on the floor before just never in my own fucking house.

“No way, this is your bed. I can take the floor.” She walks over to me and grabs the blanket in my hand. I snatch it back but she doesn’t let go.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor. I’m not that much of an ass.”

“You don’t have to be an ass, I’m telling you I’m okay to sleep on the floor. If it were one of your brothers would you make them sleep on the bed?” She finally let go and crosses her arms over her chest.

I wouldn’t but then again, I wouldn’t have them in my fucking house. They don’t know how to clean up after themselves and it would end up with one of us fighting.

“No, but then again they would never be here overnight.” I roll my eyes. “Look stop fighting me.”

“Never.” She gave me a soft smile. She meant it, she was always going to fight. Her eyebrows go up slightly. “Compromise?”

“I’ve been known to do that from time to time.” I lean back slightly, waiting to hear what she is going to say.

“You want to sleep in the bed with me? I mean it’s big enough for the both of us.” She looks over her shoulder at the massive frame. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I can sleep on top of the covers or use this one to cover myself.”

I smile at her either she is baiting the shit out of me or she is fishing for an answer. I can’t tell.

“What makes you think it would make me uncomfortable?” If she wanted to play games, I could do that.

“I mean I don’t know. I don’t even know if you have a girlfriend or anything like that.” Her eyes shoot to mine this time, a clear indication that she is fishing for answers.

“No, I don’t. Not for a long while.”

“Oh, that’s good, the last thing I want is for some crazed woman to burst through the door asking me what I’m doing in bed with her man.” She laughs and kicks her foot back and forth slowly.

“You want to sleep with me?” I ask. I almost laugh out loud when I watch her face turn a deep shade of red. “In the same bed, I mean?”

“It only seems right. I mean, you shouldn’t have to give up your comfort because I intruded on your life. It’s not right.”

“You’re no intrusion, I told you about cutting yourself down. I’m not doing this because I have to, I’m doing it because I want to.” I let out a deep breath to keep my anger in check. “Go on and get under the covers.”

She nods her head and rushes to the