Ridin' Solo (Sisters From Hell Book 1) Marika Ray (book recommendations .txt) 📖

tonight.” I turned tail and nearly ran to my motorcycle, welcoming the cool air on my cheeks and needing to get away from Wyatt while I could still control myself.

“Have a good night, Captain,” he called with his beefy arms crossed over his chest, watching me hurry away with a smug smile on his face.

“Ugh!” I yelled into the wind as soon as I got down the road from the station. “Stupid men and their stupid hot bodies.”

I didn’t even have time to go home and change. Mom, a seasoned cop’s wife, wouldn’t mind. My sisters would give me shit though, but I could handle them. Hell, I could handle most anyone, except for Wyatt. It was like now that I’d seen him naked and knew what he could do to my body, I’d turned into a sex-starved female willing to beg for more, not caring that my job could be on the line.

Dad was just getting out of his department police car in the driveway when I pulled up to the curb outside their house. He eyed my Grom like he always did, telegraphing his disapproval through a mere expression. It certainly worked, but not enough for me to sell it and get a car like everyone else. Until Wyatt, my little motorcycle had been my only walk on the wild side. Naively, I thought it would be just the right amount of danger for me to live the rest of my life by the strict rules I’d grown up with and adopted into my own life as an adult. Apparently the bad girl inside of me was stronger than I thought.

I pulled my helmet off and set it on the bike, walking up to give Dad a hug. He didn’t thump me on the back like usual. “Rough day?”

He harrumphed and steered us to the door with his arm around my shoulder like he’d done since I was a little girl. “Yes. Very.”

My gut clenched, and I held myself back from checking his person for injuries. He’d hate for me to fuss over him. Besides, I knew Mom would do enough fussing for both of us. “Want to talk about it?”

“Damn budget meetings all damn day.” Dad drew his eyebrows together and then wheezed out a laugh. “If you say I’ve turned into an old house mouse, I will find a way to get your ass tied to a desk so you feel my pain.”

Relieved it was only budget meetings bothering him, I held my hands up in peace. “Hey, I never mentioned your desk jockey status. That was all you.”

His eyebrows were back to puckering up. “Desk jockey, huh? Least I’m not out there roping a bull.”

I bent over laughing at that. “Oh, you finally heard about that one, huh?”

“Hey! Are you coming in anytime soon or just shooting the crap out here all night?” Mom stood on the front porch, her apron on and her hands on her hips.

“Hi, Mom.” I climbed the steps and wrapped her in a hug, scooting away when I felt the wooden spoon flying close to my backside. Only had to connect a few times growing up before us girls knew to jump out of the way.

“Hey, darling,” Dad muttered to Mom. I stepped inside the house, not wanting to stick around to hear those two smooching. As far as any of us daughters were concerned, we were here on this green earth because of immaculate conception.

“Nice fashion choices, Oak,” Vee drawled from the couch, her hair curled perfectly in soft waves. She had a gold ring on every finger and a bare midriff.

“Since when did you start dressing yourself, little one?” I snapped back. She hated being reminded she was the baby. “What are you doing here so early? Dinner hasn’t even started yet.”

Vee rolled her eyes and pointed to Esme, who typed something out furiously on her cell phone from Dad’s recliner. “This bitch told me dinner was at six today.”

I bit back a grin. Leave it to Esme to find a solution for our baby sister’s perennial tardiness. I took my duty belt off and breathed a sigh of relief. That sucker was too bulky to keep wearing at the end of a shift. I laid it on the coffee table, careful not to scratch the wood and give Mom a proper reason to chase me with the spoon.

“The three of us have arrived!” Amelia hollered from the front door. She lumbered into the living room, already rubbing her belly even though she barely showed. The girl was milking this pregnancy for all it was worth. “Fair warning, Mom and Dad are sucking face again.”

All of us wrinkled our noses. Titus collapsed on the couch and pulled Amelia onto his lap.

“I think it’s adorable. You and I are going to be like that when we’re old.” He nuzzled Amelia’s neck, and for the first time, it didn’t make me sick to see my sister engaged in affection with her husband.

It made me want.

Izzy came into the living room, even her steps quiet. “Dinner might be awhile. Something about having a hard day?” She grimaced and shivered. “I don’t know. I didn’t stay long enough to find out what the deal was. Just don’t go out on the porch if you don’t want to have to bleach your eyes.”

We all snickered as it took a lot to get Izzy riled up, but our parents’ affectionate behavior was one thing that set her off.

“If by hard day you mean a bunch of paper cuts, then yeah, maybe we should just go in the kitchen and finish making dinner.” I snorted and Esme finally put her phone down.

“Dad said he just hired a new cop from some other part of the state. Said he’s grooming him to take over,” Esme announced, clasping her hands around her knee and her nose in the air.

I took a step forward. “Like, he’s thinking of retiring?” I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing. Dad