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

She rolls her eyes at me dramatically. “Never mind. I’ll check with him myself.” Angie sits awkwardly in the truck, stating she isn’t feeling well, and mumbles that she needs to ‘rest her eyes’ and ‘like hell she would ever stay with me’. I leave the music low and wonder over what has changed in her life that’s making her act like a caged animal. Usually, chicks are all about letting someone take a load off them. Did someone hurt her? Is she on the run? If that’s the case, the fucker is as good as dead with the men who run in her circle. I want to poke my nose in her business, but I think better of it. It wouldn’t go anywhere, and I can’t have her reading into it.

Earlier while I ate, the Sacramento crew loaded the drugs I’m transporting back to Reno. I wonder how upset Angie would be if she knew what was sitting just behind her. Best not to poke the bear, so to speak. This chick beside me is a completely different woman than the one I spent that night with. Something has gone and crawled clear up her ass and died. That’s none of my business though and I keep remindin’ myself of it. We all have stories and places we’ve been. I’m perfectly happy to ignore her drama and drive. The country music station blasts through the speakers and I concentrate on the road ahead, not the long, lean legs sitting next to me, giving me a half chub. Nope, I’m not into attachments or crazy chicks. Best to leave this crazy one be. This little wild pony would be fun to tame though, if I was in a place to do it.

At the Reno clubhouse, I park my truck in the garage for the brothers and myself to unload. “Here we go, princess, your station to jump off.”

She looks around confused. “You’re not taking me to Jazz?” I did save her, so I can see how this is confusing, but it’s time to cut ties.

“If you need a ride, ask a prospect. My job is transport. Done.” I tap her leg to get her moving. I’m being cold for a couple of reasons. One, we need to unload, and the other, I don’t need her getting attached to me more than she is.

“My, my, my,” she scolds, shaking her head at me. “Not surprising how much you have changed. Shoulda known better. Thanks, Cow-boy.” Angie’s voice drips with disdain as she kicks opens her door. “Not such a gentleman now, are ya? I was just wondering where my friend was. I’m not latching myself onto you.” Angie slams my door shut and her purse scratches along the paint. There are some things I can tolerate, but not fucking with my rig.

“Oh, fuck no!” I harshly roar out. I’m out and around the truck before she gets to the hood. Pushing forward, I advance on her quickly, towering over her short, petite frame. She holds her stance with an evil promise on her face, her features set in stone. “You can drink my whiskey, smoke my bud, you can ride my dick or passenger, but do not disrespect the truck.” I point toward the side she just carelessly kicked and scratched. For the love of god, what is up her ass?

Her hip cocks out as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Fuck you and your truck, Cowboy. My purse brushed the door. I didn’t hurt your truck for fuck’s sake. I know you don’t want a relationship, and guess what? I don’t either, so calm your tits and think on it before you say something else you’ll want to take back tomorrow.” She first throws my words back at me and then she throws her elbow to maneuver around me.

Pressing forward, I trap her right where I want her and growl, “I’m not going to fuck you again.” My dick reacts and comes to rock-hard attention at her sassy mouth. “Darlin’, been there and done that, and could if I wanted it again. If.” I grab my cock, drawing her gaze to see what she could have. With a grunt, I turn around and make my way out of the garage.

Crazy ass woman needs more attention than I have time for. Fuming, I head inside before I do what I wanted and fuck her hard against the truck, making her apologize. She’s teased me with her familiar scent and intoxicating memories on the drive here. The fantasies play havoc with my senses and it takes all my will to push her away, because one taste may not be the last. I can’t go there with her. My reaction is enough to make me pull away. She is what a man like me runs away from—a complication.

Brothers try to make small talk, but I’m pissed the fuck off and hard. I don’t wait for them to try and figure out why as I blow past them with steam coming from my nose. I know it’s not my normal and I just need a minute to calm my nerves. The glances they freely give are proof I’m out of my damn mind.

In the bathroom, I strip out of my clothes and hit the showers. I try to ignore the night when I slid in between her slick pussy and fucked her under the stars in the mountains. Now, it’s damn near impossible to push back what is determined to be seen and I daydream about her choking on my dick while on her knees.

“Shit!” I give in and ride the crazy train. Wrapping my fist around my cock, I think of her and all the ways I would take her in this moment, if I could. I think about her naked, hot body and my hand pumps faster and harder until I shoot my frustration down the drain, groaning while jets of cum release the pent-up