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

I keep up my tempo, rutting into her, over and over again, making my name leave her lips, the heavy breathing from us both. Sweat covers both of our bodies. My t-shirt is sticking to my upper body, so I know I will need a shower before we open, hell she will also.

“Fucking come for me, Eden. Right fucking now,” I bellow as my balls explode, shooting my cum deep inside her pussy.

Leaning forward, I rest my forehead between her shoulder blades, my breathing is leveling out, as is hers when I hear her giggle from beneath me and that single sound kicks me in my now empty balls.

“That was so freaking hot,” she states, in a strained voice.

I nod my head in agreement, but I don’t voice it. My heart is beating so fast in my chest I think it is trying to escape the situation, scared to feel the shit it is feeling.

Pulling in one last deep breath, I dislodge myself from Eden, ignoring the little whimper she lets out, which I would usually love knowing that I made her feel that way, but something is telling me to run.

Get the fuck on my bike and ride.

Nothing good will come if I stay here.

I can’t give her what she needs.

Staying in one place makes me feel like I am suffocating.

A loud bang drags my gaze over to the door, and Eden lets out a loud sigh, bringing my attention back to her. She gets dressed, and I right my clothes, hating that I feel sweaty and sticky. I may be a dirty biker, a Nomad at that but I like to be clean.

“Go shower. I will have one when it calms down some. I am sure that you can handle the bar for thirty minutes while I do.” Her voice is strained, and I know she had picked up on the distance between us that is suddenly there.

All I do is nod and she sighs as I step away and head out to the back where my bike is parked and pull out some clean clothes before going to the back room where I know there are showers for the staff members.

Stripping out of my damp clothes, I jump in the shower and let the water wash over me, wash the scent of Eden off me. Having her fragrance on me will fuck with my head and I need it clear so I can think things through.

My mind battles with my heart and soul. It is being pulled in different directions and I can’t seem to stop the tug of war. I slam my hand on the white tile in front of me, my anger boiling over.

I was never one to worry over shit, I knew what I wanted, and I went for it, then Jenn was taken from me, the one thing I knew that I needed in my life and that I couldn’t live without, but now there is Eden.

A woman who is making me think I can have it all over again, but the guilt also sits heavy on my chest. The bracelet and note that Jenn left in my saddlebag, also weighs heavy on me. It is like she is giving me the go ahead to start a new life with Eden, but a part of my heart and soul will always belong to Jenn.

“FUCK,” I growl into the space.

Why can’t things ever be straight forward? We have enough bad shit happening in the world around us, why does finding love have to be so fucking painful and complicated as well.

Finding love is never easy. Nothing worth having is.

Comes a familiar voice.

“Jenn,” I sob, letting the water mix with my tears to wash them away. “I miss you. Things were so easy when you were here.”

I stand there for fuck knows how long, the water is cold, but I don’t seem to feel it. A knock on the door startles me.

“Yeah?” I call out, turning the water off and grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist.

“You okay in there?” Comes Eden’s voice from the other side of the door.

I clear my throat and answer her. “Yeah, be right out.”

She says nothing but I hear her footsteps carrying her away from the door. I must have been in here awhile for her to check on me. Getting dried and dressed, I join her behind the bar and help her with the customers.

My gaze always looking at the door, the flight is winning this battle.

12

We work well together behind the bar which has been open for the last four hours and the place is fucking packed. A few bikers have hit on Eden and she just smiles and lets it go over her head, she is a natural flirt, but she never leads these men on. They know their place.

Also, I have a renowned appreciation for her, seeing all of the hard ass bikers show respect for her. I am certain that I heard someone say that her dad ran the bar before her, so they are showing her the same respect they had for her father. Some of the vets turned bikers are protective of her also and they glared at me the first time they saw me, but Eden put them in their places, like a daughter does with her dad.

“Get me another four beers,” comes a gruff voice. I turn my head to see a biker standing by the bar.

I can see his colors and I am not surprised by the shitty attitude on this prick. Getting the four beers, I walk them over to him, and slam them down on the bar top.

“There is a ‘please’ at the end of that sentence,” I tell him. The fucker smiles at me, showing me his yellow teeth.

“No Nomad deserves respect from me, fucker,” he spits out and reaches for the beers. I move them back out of his reach making him growl.

“You got a problem with me?” I ask, folding my arms