Harm's Way: Riot MC Biloxi by Karen Renee (best e book reader .TXT) 📕

The light changed and he focused on the road. “Whatever. Gonna rip the band-aid off, find out what kind of woman you really are.”

She scoffed. “What?”

“I’ve done everything sexually with a woman. Including sharing a woman with Brute.”

He looked over at her, she turned her head a fraction and then turned the other way. “You mean passing her off—”

He gave a short shake of his head. “No. Mean at the same time, Stephanie.”

Her brow arched, but he knew it wasn’t judgmental. He didn’t know how he knew, but he knew it.

He watched the road. “Don’t do it any more, but Corrina came to my place. Not the clubhouse, but a place I used to rent. Brute, or the woman, I don’t know which, left the door unlocked. She came in, and got an eyeful.”

“Oh, geez.”

“Brute’s the only one who saw her. When I confronted her about it, she said shit that’s hard to take back. She hated me. I was the worst human on the planet. I wouldn’t be so perverted if Dad hadn’t died. It was my fault Dad died. You name it, she said it.

“I’m not always even-tempered and I lost it, too. Accused her of being uppity and holier-than-thou. She shouldn’t judge anybody, damn sure not me. Now that you mention her having it for Brute, it makes more sense. She’d been prattling on before that about how Brute did anything I did. I can see where she’d blame me for him being in the position he was in, even though—”

She held a hand up. “I’m not judging, promise, but since I used to live with Brute stepsister style, I don’t need to know whatever you’re about to say.”

“Yeah. Well. Mom wanted me to make shit right with her. I asked if she knew what Corrina was pissed about. She didn’t. She came by almost every day pleading with me and I lost it again. It sucks. I hate that it happened. Lot of shit changed with Corrina after that.”

“How long ago did this happen?”

“Nine years ago. Give or take a few months,” he said, glancing at her.

Her eyes widened. “You haven’t seen your sister in nine years?”

His head tilted for a moment. “Can’t say that. Last saw her three years ago just after Christmas. Even after six years, she hasn’t let it go.”

“Wow,” she whispered, then asked, “What about Ben?”

“He’s done with us.”

“What?” she shouted.

He glanced her away again. “Not talking about Ben today. Hard enough to tell you about Corrina.”

“Okay,” she whispered while her hand darted out squeezing his thigh. “I’m sorry, for whatever it’s worth.”

He grabbed her hand and laced their fingers. “Me too, baby.”

Chapter 16 Got My Heart Running the Same Way

Stephanie

BACK AT HIS HOUSE, Har went to the bathroom while I gathered our towels, the beach blanket, and other clothes to start a load of laundry. As I dealt with the detergent, I saw movement from the corner of my eye.

He leaned against the doorway to his bedroom, bare naked, and I did a double-take. He had tattoos, but the Riot MC patch dominated his left pectoral. When I paid close attention, I could see it move with his heartbeat and it spoke volumes about how he felt about his club. His chest hair was sparse, but the further my eyes raked down his body the thicker that hair became leading to his groin. The longer I stared the taller his cock seemed to stand.

“What seems to be the hold-up, darlin’? Other than you eyeing the merchandise?”

I laughed. “I’m not eyeing the merchandise. You’re just distracting, Michael.”

He chuckled. “Now you know how I felt at the beach all morning. Come shower. You need help getting all the sand off your body.”

I shook my head. “Pretty sure you promised I could put my mouth on you. I’m guessing you’ll be extra salty.”

He closed his eyes while turning his head and I fought laughter. He glared at me. “Let’s go, woman.”

I set the washer to run, then followed him into the bathroom.

Even though it wasn’t the first time I had been in this bathroom, it was the first time I was in it with him. And this reminded me of some things I had wanted to tell him.

When I caught his eyes, I widened mine at him. “You know how the other night you told me I needed to do everything in your bedroom, including showering and stuff?”

“Yeah,” he muttered.

I looked around the entire bathroom before making eye contact again. “You should have mentioned how fan-damn-tastic your bathroom is compared to the others.”

He chuckled. “Noted. Less talking, more stripping.”

“Fine, but you start the water.”

His eyes narrowed. “Nope.”

“What do you mean?”

He smirked while his brow arched. “Want to watch you strip. Rumor has it you auditioned for a spot at Platinum’s when the Jacksonville chapter took it over. Seeing as you eyed me up and down, I think this is a case of tit-for-tat. Emphasis on the tit, baby.”

I felt heat in my cheeks. “You brothers all talk in the worst way.”

His eyes smoldered. “Not gonna tell you again. Less talking, more stripping.”

My gut said to tell him I had no music, but before I could say anything, he snapped his fingers and grabbed his phone from the counter.

In a moment, an extremely sexy drum beat accentuated by a metal guitar and steady bass thrum filled the room. Immediately, I knew this song was primo stripping music, and I wished I would’ve auditioned to this song over a year ago. When Danzig’s distinct voice filled the room, my eyes widened.

My hips swiveled and I dragged my hands up my sides around the back of my neck. He licked his lips and I smiled but slid my hands down to my breasts, squeezing them together and taking my time to run my thumbs over my nipples.

Even over the music I heard him growl.

A devilish grin crossed my face. I tossed my head so my hair went to one