RECKLESS AND WILD: MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE BOX SET by Honey Palomino Page A
Authors: Honey Palomino
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Dixie. You're a peeping Tom.” He laughed softly at his own joke, his eyes meeting mine playfully.
A surge of energy spread through my body as I watched his eyes fluctuate between lust and concern and everything I had wanted to say to him finally escaped from my quivering lips.
“I'm not a whore. Your friend Spider thinks I am. And Colby, I guess. And all the others. But I'm not. I'm a writer. And for your information, I have never looked inside anyone's windows before. And I've never followed anyone over thirty miles before. And it was just for research! And I'm sorry that I invaded your privacy. But I'm not sorry it happened. Because...” I struggled to find the strength to finish, my voice cracked as I continued, “...of you. And how you made me feel. I know it probably didn't mean anything to you, I get that. I'm sure you spend the night with women all the time, and it's completely casual. And I have had casual sex, too. But it wasn't like that with you. Not for me, anyway. And I could have sworn you felt it, too. But it's okay. I get it, really. You're the big, dangerous guy who can't let anyone get close to him, and I'm the crazy peeping Tom bitch you found outside of your window. Of course, it could never be more. And I'm fine with that. Really. But, like I said, I'm not a whore.” I paused, holding his gaze. And then, I kissed him.
Hot tears, smeared mascara, snotty nose and all! I didn't care. All my fears, all my worries, all my feelings of being intimidated by him faded away and I kissed him with all the pent up passion I had been holding back for years. And he kissed me back, his mouth melding to mine in a warm lushness of colliding tongues and lips. Melting into each other, our deep yearning for connection found a fleeting moment of satisfaction before the sound of laughter spilled out of the front door of the bar. His rude compadres had discovered us embracing passionately and began laughing at us uncontrollably. I jumped back and instinctively turned to run away. As soon as I reached the edge of the sidewalk, my heel caught in a crack and I went down with a very ungraceful thud. I slammed into the pavement face first and everything went black.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“As soon as there is life, there is danger.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
I woke up with a start, River's black sheets wrapped around me in his four poster bed, my black curls splayed out beside my bandaged head. It was pitch dark, and River laid beside me, staring at me calmly.
“Hey.” He smiled a lazy smile at me, and my insides melted. I must have died and gone to heaven! There was no way this happened twice in one lifetime, let alone one week! One minute I was bitching out the president of The Outlaws on a public sidewalk, and the next I'm in bed with his incredible half-naked, smiling-at-me-like-it-just-walked-out-of-Playgirl body? No fucking way. This was too good to be true, and it probably was.
Who was I kidding? This was a dangerous man, who did dangerous things, and hung out with dangerous people, and I had just screamed at him like a fool, not to mention the fact I had kissed him like a total harlot. This would probably not end well at all.
I looked around and noticed I wasn't tied up this time. He was lying next to me, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, his tattoos looking like shadows on his arms in the dark. His window was open, and the smell of pine trailed through the window.
“How's your head?”
How's my head? How's my head?! Certifiably crazy, that is how my head obviously was.
“I'm so sorry, River.” I mustered all the seriousness I could, knowing it was probably a good time to start pleading for my life. My stupid, idiotic life! What was I thinking? That was just it. I didn't think. When I was within five feet of this man, thinking was an impossible task.
“You don't have to apologize. I should apologize, actually. Colby shouldn't have told
A surge of energy spread through my body as I watched his eyes fluctuate between lust and concern and everything I had wanted to say to him finally escaped from my quivering lips.
“I'm not a whore. Your friend Spider thinks I am. And Colby, I guess. And all the others. But I'm not. I'm a writer. And for your information, I have never looked inside anyone's windows before. And I've never followed anyone over thirty miles before. And it was just for research! And I'm sorry that I invaded your privacy. But I'm not sorry it happened. Because...” I struggled to find the strength to finish, my voice cracked as I continued, “...of you. And how you made me feel. I know it probably didn't mean anything to you, I get that. I'm sure you spend the night with women all the time, and it's completely casual. And I have had casual sex, too. But it wasn't like that with you. Not for me, anyway. And I could have sworn you felt it, too. But it's okay. I get it, really. You're the big, dangerous guy who can't let anyone get close to him, and I'm the crazy peeping Tom bitch you found outside of your window. Of course, it could never be more. And I'm fine with that. Really. But, like I said, I'm not a whore.” I paused, holding his gaze. And then, I kissed him.
Hot tears, smeared mascara, snotty nose and all! I didn't care. All my fears, all my worries, all my feelings of being intimidated by him faded away and I kissed him with all the pent up passion I had been holding back for years. And he kissed me back, his mouth melding to mine in a warm lushness of colliding tongues and lips. Melting into each other, our deep yearning for connection found a fleeting moment of satisfaction before the sound of laughter spilled out of the front door of the bar. His rude compadres had discovered us embracing passionately and began laughing at us uncontrollably. I jumped back and instinctively turned to run away. As soon as I reached the edge of the sidewalk, my heel caught in a crack and I went down with a very ungraceful thud. I slammed into the pavement face first and everything went black.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“As soon as there is life, there is danger.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
I woke up with a start, River's black sheets wrapped around me in his four poster bed, my black curls splayed out beside my bandaged head. It was pitch dark, and River laid beside me, staring at me calmly.
“Hey.” He smiled a lazy smile at me, and my insides melted. I must have died and gone to heaven! There was no way this happened twice in one lifetime, let alone one week! One minute I was bitching out the president of The Outlaws on a public sidewalk, and the next I'm in bed with his incredible half-naked, smiling-at-me-like-it-just-walked-out-of-Playgirl body? No fucking way. This was too good to be true, and it probably was.
Who was I kidding? This was a dangerous man, who did dangerous things, and hung out with dangerous people, and I had just screamed at him like a fool, not to mention the fact I had kissed him like a total harlot. This would probably not end well at all.
I looked around and noticed I wasn't tied up this time. He was lying next to me, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, his tattoos looking like shadows on his arms in the dark. His window was open, and the smell of pine trailed through the window.
“How's your head?”
How's my head? How's my head?! Certifiably crazy, that is how my head obviously was.
“I'm so sorry, River.” I mustered all the seriousness I could, knowing it was probably a good time to start pleading for my life. My stupid, idiotic life! What was I thinking? That was just it. I didn't think. When I was within five feet of this man, thinking was an impossible task.
“You don't have to apologize. I should apologize, actually. Colby shouldn't have told
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