Ride Hard (Condemned Angels MC Series #2) by Heather Leigh Page A

out at me; her dark eye makeup was smearing down her face.
    “Are you fucking serious, Nic? Nothing, my ass. What did you fucking take?” I reached in the cage and grabbed her elbow, pulling her out as she fought against me. I ducked down, and put my shoulder to her stomach as I threw her over my shoulder. I immediately stormed to my office.
    “Put me the fuck down, Jeremy!” She kicked her legs as she tried to prop herself up on my belt on the back of my jeans. Almost taking those shits down as I walked. Reaching my office, I kicked the door shut and plopped her down on my desk. I pushed my leather chair back as I pulled her to the edge of the desk and stood between her legs.
    Nicole slapped and pushed at my chest, cursing me. Grabbing her wrists, I roughly lowered them to her lap, pinning them there with one hand.
    “Fucking listen to me,” I yelled at her. Nicole seemed to calm down, I wasn’t sure if it was her or the drugs.
    “Fuck off.” I pulled her face up so I could see her. Nicole looked up at me, with an innocent face. She licked her swollen lips, letting her eyes drift close, her head tipped back slightly.
    “Nic.” I pushed the hair off her face, running my hands down the sides of her neck, shoulders and arms, and finally to the sides of her hips. She looked so fucking vulnerable. A small moan fell from her lips. She was enjoying my touch.
    “E?”
    “Mmm hmm,” she hummed, her body swayed with the bass of the music that was thudding through my office. Her white leotard had become slightly opaque with her sweat; I had to fight to keep my eyes on her face.
    “Derrick?”
    “Does it matter? It was just for fun.” That shit pissed me the fuck off.
    “Fucking Derrick. Fun? Was it fun when you were overdosing on a bottle of Oxy? Was it fun when I found you on the bathroom floor, giving you CPR ‘till an ambulance came so they could rush you to the hospital to get your stomach pumped? Tell me, Nicole, what is so fun about that?” I gripped her shoulders, pulled her off the desk, and slammed her back up against the nearest wall.
    “Shut up!” She slapped me. I stood there quietly, and then started to shake her roughly by the shoulders, trying to get her down from the high.
    I paused. “You’re fucking stupid!”
    “Tell me something I don’t know!” She stopped fighting me. Her blue eyes went sad. “Can you let me go so I can have Hunter take me home?”
    “Hunter?” I pulled my face back from hers and gave her a look of disgust.
    “Yes. He cares about me. You don’t. End of story. ” She pushed off the wall and away from me. Nicole leaned a hand on my desk to take her heels off.
    “Nicole,” I started after her, mad at myself for being so rough with her. My fingertips grazed her arm.
    “Don’t. I have had enough of your fucking games, Jeremy.” She jerked her arm away from me as if I’d burned her.
    “Fucking games? You think everything is about you, don’t you?” I spun her around to face me, seeing the tears pool in her eyes.
    “To be honest? Yes. I. do.” She jammed her small finger at my chest, and I caught it in my hand, fisting it around hers. I pulled her to me so she was flush against my body. Fucking Christ, she felt like she was made to fit me.
    “Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?”
    “Because you still love me.” Slowly, she blinked, and then let her glazed over eyes stare up at me, reminding me that she wasn’t fully herself yet. Before I knew it, she was reaching for my jaw, and I was leaning down to meet her face with mine. I felt Nicole’s warm breath on my face as our lips grazed each other. Her deep breaths made her tits press against my chest. Christ, I need her. Moving over her, I caught her lips with mine. Dominating my way past her lips to her sweet tongue, and fuck, if I didn’t enjoy hearing that small gasp for air before I claimed her.
    There was a knock at the door before it opened. We broke apart; both of our heads faced the