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

fuck me I would have been buried deep inside of her already. But it seems that a sweet, sexy little blonde has my cock wanting her and only her.

“Still no.” I down the rest of my beer and call out to Price.

“Price, honey can I get another, please?” She nods and scurries off to get me a beer. It turns out that Price worked for a bar back home before her ex-boyfriend got her fired for being a jealous fucker.

The bottle is placed in my hand and I wink at her, making her smile at me before returning to the bar.

“I think you need to take the hint Jonny isn’t interested.” Lilly’s voice chimes in and my gaze meets hers, receiving a wink from her.

The woman goes to open her mouth but thinks better of it, then gets up and walks off. Lilly puffs out her chest, like a fucking peacock winning a fight, she is the Queen ‘round these parts and everyone respects her because she is a fair lady, but if you cross her, she will make you suffer.

“Since when have you not been interested in free, easy pussy?” Crude calls out to me, with a grin on his face. This gets the attention of the woman and Lilly leans forward, eyeing me with fascination.

The seconds tick by as she looks at me, scrutinizing my face, seeing she is reading something that I fucking pray isn’t there.

“You’ve met someone.” It isn’t a question but a statement. The smile on her face completely covers her face, making her look younger than her years.

I shrug but say nothing, sipping my beer and looking around the room, looking at anyone and anything but her. Childish I know but fuck me I need to sort out my own thoughts on Eden before I start blabbing to these gossip ladies.

“I’m out,” is all I say as I stand. I kiss Lilly on the top of her head and repeat the action with Jewel before leaving the room and a bunch of ‘nights’ behind me.

Reaching my room for the temporary time that I am here, I lock the door behind me before stripping down to nothing and laying on the bed, the pillows propped up behind my head as I stroke my cock, finally letting the images of Eden run through my mind like a re-run of a porn movie.

“Fuck,” I mutter as my balls tighten in no time at all, thinking about having this one woman beneath me again.

My hand pumps up and down, drawing out my orgasm, it feels fucking good but not as good as if I was driving into my woman’s pussy.

Fuck, where the hell did that come from?

Two, three more pumps, I lose count because the thought of me claiming this woman as mine confuses the fuck out of me. My cum shoots out of my cock and covers my stomach and chest.

Sleep takes over with images of a sweet, sexy, and sassy blonde that is invading my every thought.

8

The Road Hound comes into view and my heart kicks up a notch, knowing that I will be seeing Eden in just a few minutes. It drives me fucking crazy that this woman has such an effect on me.

I park my bike around the side of the building, making sure that it is facing the road, so I have a quick getaway if needed.

I stow my helmet in the saddlebag on my bike. I rest my hands on my hips and close my eyes, lifting my face up to the sky, speaking to my dead wife, hoping she will alleviate some of the guilt I have been carrying around the last few weeks since I have been gone.

Eden is always in my thoughts and my fucked up wet dreams. I am getting up there in years and came in my hand while dreaming of Eden sucking me off while sitting on my bike, but damn it was a sight to see, even if it was a dream.

“Baby, you know that I love you and I will until the day I die but hell this woman has gotten under my skin. I think of her all the damned time. You were my wild baby, but Eden I see her as my sassy baby. You two would have gotten on like a house on fire and given me a run for my money that’s for damned sure.”

Images of Jenn laughing at me, sitting on my bike in her black leather and lace outfit makes me smile. The sun breaks through the gray clouds and hits my bike, right on the bitch seat where my wife’s ass was planted many times over the years we were together.

The bright red paint shines in the sunlight and fuck me my heart warms, knowing that it is Jenn smiling down on me. Call me a pussy for believing this shit but hell I believe that we don’t always leave this earth when we die.

Stepping back to my bike, I pull open the saddlebag that the sun also hits and see inside a black velvet box that held mine and Jenn’s wedding rings. Smiling I pick it up and pop it open, my heart squeezing with what I see inside.

There’s a note and two leather bracelets, each with a flat metal piece in the middle. I suck in a breath when I see what is engraved on it. Each one has a heartbeat line, one ending with a lock and one ending with a key.

Holy motherfucking shit.

It matches the tattoo that Eden has on her hip.

I stumble back and lean against my bike, letting it take the weight off my weak knees. How the hell did this happen? How the fuck did Jenn do this?

Pulling the slip of paper out of the box, I unfold it and read over the cursive words, acknowledging my late wife’s handwriting.

Jonny, my love. If you are reading this then you found the box that I had someone put in there,