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

Fuck it.

I followed the instructions and waited.

Arms folded and foot tapping, I stared at it.

“It won’t finish quicker just because you’re watching it.”

I threw a sidelong glance toward Tash as I pursed my lips with impatience.

Her phone started to beep.

“Did you set a timer?” I asked in surprise.

She chuckled. “Yeah, because I figured you didn’t.”

I shot her a half-assed glare and picked up the test. “Well, shit.”

Her brows rose, and she wrinkled her nose as she bit her lip. I turned the results in her direction.

The little screen flashed “pregnant.”

I’d been waiting all afternoon for Luke to return. I was antsy, irritated, and damn near climbing the walls. It had been less than twenty-four hours and already, I had cabin fever from being stuck in their clubhouse.

Okay, sure, at home I might veg out in front of my fireplace with a good book for my entire weekend. The difference? I could leave if I wanted.

It took me three hundred and seventeen steps to make a lap of the building. Inside, that was, and in the areas I had access to. I’d walked the entire interior once before I started watching my steps on my watch. After having me call into work to tell them I had a family emergency back home, Luke had taken my phone. He’d essentially disassembled and destroyed it when I’d finished the call, so I couldn’t call him to see where he was.

Tash had gone to work, or I’d have asked to borrow hers.

“You’re making me nervous. Can’t you sit still for five minutes?” the gruff older man asked.

“Cash, is it?” I asked after looking at his patch. He nodded. “Perhaps you could call Luke—I mean, Snow?”

I’d really wanted to tell him to go fuck himself but decided that might not be a good idea. The saying my mother had always used came to mind about catching more flies with honey than vinegar. He appeared to be hesitantly considering my request, so I gave him what I hoped was a pleading smile.

He cleared his throat before replying with “Well, I can try, but he may not answer.”

“Thank you,” I said in my sweetest tone.

Except he’d barely put the phone to his ear when the sound of several motorcycles roared out front. He dropped it and stood. “Let me go make sure that’s them.”

He’d made it halfway to the door when it banged open and Luke stepped through followed by several of the other club members. My heart skittered wildly at the sight of him, and I inwardly groaned at myself.

Those dark blue eyes locked on me as he approached me without pause. When he wrapped his big hand around the back of my neck and pulled me into the hottest kiss of my life, I lost all sense of where we were.

My arms wrapped around him and under his cut. Like he was my lifeline, I dug my fingers tightly into the firm muscles of his back. If I could’ve, I’d have hopped up and gripped his hips with my legs.

He growled and did it for me. Without breaking our kiss, he carried me back to his room. After we entered, he kicked the door shut behind him and climbed on the bed with me.

“I need you,” he growled into my neck after he broke free and gasped for air. My back arched in need, all thoughts of what I needed to tell him simply gone.

“Yes,” I moaned as he nipped down my neck, shoved my shirt up, and sucked on the swell of my breast. I tugged at his hair—trying desperately to pull him closer.

When he suddenly reared back and raked his teeth over his bottom lip, I gasped. The heat in his gaze was smoldering. “Get naked.”

Usually, being told what to do would piss me off. Except with him, when we fucked, I loved his take-charge attitude. With everything that had happened lately, I needed to let go and have someone else make the decisions—at least for the moment.

In short order, I peeled my clothes off before I reached with greedy hands to help him get the rest of his removed. There would be time for talking afterward.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered into my shoulder before he nipped the flesh and soothed it with his tongue. Soft moans escaped me as he followed an invisible map on my body.

With each touch and stroke of his fingers, I found myself wanting more. More of his touch, more of him, more than the arrangement we had. I began to panic at the thought. I’d sworn not to develop feelings, but I’d messed up. He’d become far too important to me. There was the very real possibility that he was going to be furious with me when I told him I was pregnant, so I decided to enjoy this last scrap of him I might have.

“I need you,” I whimpered.

Trailing my tongue along my lower lip, I raised my hands to the headboard and grasped it tightly. Fire burned in his gaze, molten and consuming. His knees nudged my legs further apart as he sheathed his length. For a second, maniacal laughter wanted to bubble up as I fought telling him there was no need.

Testing how ready I was, he dipped into my entrance several times, each stroke slightly deeper than the last until finally he was sheathed fully within me. The sensations he evoked were unparalleled. The slow, sensual movements as he held my gaze made my heart sing a foolish melody.

The sound of our ragged breaths and the wet slide of our connected bodies filled the room. Not once did his eyes leave mine. Wanting more, I wrapped my legs around his and urged him toward me.

With a growl, he pulled out, flipped me over until I rested on my hands and knees, and plunged deep again. I gasped and looked over my shoulder. Fingers splayed and digging into my ass and