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

halfway down the hallway before I hear his voice causing me to stiffen. “Your room’s taken. You’ll be bunkin’ with me tonight,” Blow announces, and I suck in a harsh breath.

What the ever-lovin’ hell?

“Why would you think I’m bunkin’ with you?” I grind out without turning to look at him. If I do that, I’ll most definitely crumple at his feet.

“Because I said so is why, sweetheart, and I told your dad I’d keep you safe. I can’t do that shit if you’re not where I know where you are. So until he comes back, your ass is with me,” he declares. One of his hands wraps around my bicep and whirls me around to face him. With his other hand, he pinches my chin between his fingers, lifting my head until I’m meeting his gaze. “I get you’re pissed with me, but you’re gonna have to suck it the hell up. You’re a big girl now, meaning it’s time for you to act it.”

“Let me go, Blow,” I mutter, not wanting to speak to him about this. I know what he’s referring to, and I’m not about to get into this with him.

Releasing my chin, Blow doesn’t say another word as he drags me down to the end of the hallway and to the right that leads straight to his room. Inside I take in the room when he turns the light on.

Messy with clothes on the floor, change scattered on top of the dresser, a box of condoms sits on the nightstand. Great, at least I know he’s having safe sex.

“Here, go put this on,” Blow mutters, gaining my attention as he holds out a shirt. A shirt I’d love nothing more than to take and sleep in, but I do that, I’m sure to cave to my feelings for him.

“I’m good in what I’m wearing,” I state, waving his outstretched hand away. I’ll sleep in my jeans and t-shirt before allowing myself to have anything from him.

“Take the fuckin’ shirt, Storm, and go change. You’re not sleeping in jeans,” Blow growls shoving the shirt at me.

“You can take your shirt and shove it up your ass,” I snap, throwing the damn thing back at him.

“Don’t test me, sweetheart,” he grinds out through clenched teeth.

“How about you not test me. Give me a blanket, and I’ll sleep on the couch,” I mutter. Months ago, I’d been dying to want to be in his bed. And yeah, I still want to, but I can’t allow myself to have it. Not right now when the memory of him screwing three women the night of my graduation is still deeply ingrained into my mind.

“Swear to fuckin’ God, Storm, grow the hell up. Your ass is in the bed, not on the couch. Now go get fuckin’ ready for bed before I change you myself.” Please tell me he didn’t just say that and that my body didn’t start humming at the thought of Blow’s hands on me.

Snatching the shirt, I decide to be bold. Moving to the bed, I place the shirt on the bed and grip the hem of the tee I’m wearing, pull it over my chest.

“What the fuck are you doing, Storm?” Blow demands.

“Doing as you said, Blow.” I give him his answer as I pull the shirt the rest of the way over my head and meet his gaze. I’m not brazen enough to take my bra off, so I start unbuttoning my jeans and shimmy out of them without taking my eyes off the man. Thankfully, I do this because otherwise, I’d have missed the heated flare in his darken gaze. I kick the jeans off with my feet and snatch his shirt up off the bed, donning it over my body. “There, happy?” I snark.

“You’re playing with a fire you don’t want to be fuckin’ with,” he glowers.

“Whatever,” I huff and climb into his bed, pull the covers over my body, and turn to lay with my back to him. Closing my eyes, I force my body to stay still as I hear him moving around after several moments of silence.

Then it gets worse as Blow climbs into bed and turns his TV on. The man doesn’t move or do anything as I listen to the commentary of the news, he’d put it on. Finally, after a while, I hear him click the TV off.

Blow must have thought I’d fallen asleep because the next second, I find myself wrapped in his arms. This right here is what I’ve longed for, and here I have it now, but unable to trust myself to relish.

“I’m sorry I hurt you, sweetheart,” he utters so quietly. I swear I almost didn’t hear him right. He then surprises me again by pressing a kiss to the base of my neck, where it meets my shoulder. It takes all my willpower not to turn in his arms and touch my lips to his.

God Blow is going to be my undoing, and I don’t know how much of it I can take. Because I swear, I can’t handle him hurting me anymore.

I barely slept last night, and by the time the clock hit six, I’d been more than ready to hop out of bed, get dressed, and high tail it out of his room. There was no way I could stay in his arms any longer. I figured six was a good time since my mom would be up for morning meditation.

While here at the clubhouse, my mom always went out back to sit in the yard to do her thing. It didn’t matter to her if it was chilly or not out there. Not me. I couldn’t do it. Instead of joining her, I head to the kitchen for coffee while I scan through my phone.

Seeing a text from an old friend of mine, I smile.

D: Hey, beautiful, long time no see. I’m in town, wanna catch up?

This came in at nearly midnight.

Me: Yeah, sure, wanna meet me at