Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

Snake snickers and whispers as he turns, “Well, this just got interesting, Ange.” I would hit him again if Cowboy didn’t look like he was ready to kill Snake for me. Nothing has ever happened between Snake and me, or any of the brothers at the MC. Snake is Jazzy’s cousin and Vegas’s brother. Sure, he and I flirted, but there was never any real attraction there. Snake has that Latino bad boy vibe. Don’t get me wrong—he’s hot as hell. But a girl just knows when she’s met her match, and Cowboy has that sweet kinda heat. The kind that consumes you from head to toe. The kind I couldn’t ignore. I didn’t have an interest to hook up with any of the brothers. Cowboy was an exception. He drew me in like two lonely hearts recognizing the other.

By the way he struts over to me now, powerful determination fills the void between us. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but that look says we want the same thing—dirty, naked, and satisfying. The hard part is, I can’t play around. This whole scenario has changed things. We both are in a place where we need to be careful. As he reaches me, he pulls me to him with one hand. His fingers dig into the back of my neck and I have no choice but to go to him. “We need to set some ground rules, and after they leave, we will be figuring us out first.”

As quickly as he is there, he’s gone. My chest heaves and my blood pressure has skyrocketed. My hand touches my throat and I swallow back the words that press my mind. I want to drag him into the house and demand to know what exactly this means.

Snake sneaks up behind me. “Sounds like Angie has a boyfriend finally.” He takes off with a handful of my stuff into Cowboy’s apartment. I follow behind and start sorting through my stuff. A girl needs her clothes and after the few weeks I went without them, I appreciate them all the more now.

It doesn’t take long for my stuff to be unloaded and Snake to leave. I dance around the apartment looking for something to do. Nerves skate over my mind and my actions. When I was sure what we were was fake and not going anywhere, I knew it was temporary, but this is completely different.

“Angie,” Colt starts, “I need a friend right now.” My heart falls a bit. Was I too worked up thinking that he wanted more, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted either? He corners me to the wall by the closet. “There is no one I trust other than my parents and my brother. I need you to be my friend. I also feel this possessive need to keep you to myself and fuck you. My head isn’t clear, I need time, and you need time. I know this, but I want to feel your skin against mine. I want to keep you for myself.” His hand winds up my arm, my skin heats up, and I want him too. “How about while we figure out what we’re doing, we work together? You stay with me, and when we have that itch, we take care of each other?” His finger traces along my collar and dips down to my cleavage.

My head falls back against the wall when his fingers tilt my chin up. Those gorgeous hazel eyes track mine and I see the same lust and hypnotic need in his. My hands graze along his Wrangler jeans and across his abs. “Are you asking for us to room together and be friends with benefits?”

“Yes,” he rasps while kissing my neck.

“I’m having a baby, Colt. I’m not staying long.” My body trembles. “But my body wants you now.”

“I have the same problem.” His mouth covers mine while his hand tries to undo my pants. Getting past the top button proves to be difficult and I chuckle into our kiss. I help him by pushing him back to sit back on the bed. With patience, I pull my shirt over my head and roll my hips until my shorts hit the floor. Like a tiger, I crawl over his body. As he lies back, I pull his pants down his legs and unbutton his shirt.

My nails drag down his chiseled chest as a hiss escapes from between his teeth. Colt wants to get up and take over, but this time he’s all mine. Lying over his body, I whisper, “Let me take care of us this time.” My teeth scrape across his earlobe.

“If I wasn’t practically helpless—” My hand grips his cock, halting his words.

“Shh . . . Colt, just feel,” I demand and release his hard cock to remove my bra and panties. Straddling his lap, I use his dick to massage my clit over the slick tip. “I want to take your dick raw, that okay with you?” I don’t doubt he’s careful, I know he is.

“Fuck, yes, Angie, take my cock inside your hot, wet pussy.”

“Good,” I hiss, running his shaft along my folds. Leaning forward, I drag my hard nipples across his chest. His hand caresses my thigh, then up my side. My nipple finds his mouth and his groan is a current connected directly to my pussy. Colt licks and sucks each one while I stroke his cock, coating us in my need.

He grinds more and harder, needing the friction to get us both off. I roll my hips and he slides slowly into my heat. My breath stutters while he holds his. Rising up, I roll my hips again while sliding down his shaft. Sucking my fingers into my mouth, I coat them before I roll them over my clit. My head falls back, and I use his body. Selfishly, I find what I need, comfort and pleasure.

His hand stays possessively at my hip and he gives me his cock and