Steel and Heat (Blacksteel Bandits Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Evelyn Glass
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delight peppering her thoughts. His arms curled around her, tugging her naked body closer to his.
It was the perfect way to wake up.
Until forceful cracks rained down on the front door.
Miranda gasped and bolted up in bed, eyes wide. Her heart thrummed and a chill raced down her back. Her gaze flashed to Tyler as he pushed himself upright, glaring at the door. He exchanged a look with her, raising a finger to his lips. Her gaze flickered, worriedly, to the windows. The blinds and the curtains sufficiently shielded them from view, but paranoia still sunk into her thoughts.
After sliding soundlessly from the bed and pulling on his jeans, Tyler edged closer to the door. Miranda followed his lead, slipping from bed and tugging on her outfit from yesterday. Her eyes swung wildly around the motel room, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon.
On tiptoes, Tyler leaned closer to the door's peephole. A wisp of blonde hair caught his gaze before a stubbly jaw obscured everything from view.
“Tyler, it's me! Are you in there?” Jack's voice pierced through the door in a rushed hiss. The tension in Tyler's shoulders eased. He unlatched the door. Naomi and Jack spilled into the motel room.
“Jesus, are you two all right?” Miranda stepped forward, grasping her friend by the shoulders. Ruddy cheeked and panting, Naomi looked as if she had run the whole way from the diner to the motel. She trembled under Miranda's touch.
Jack paced across the room, his hands threading through his hair. “We were followed from the diner. I didn't want them to know where Naomi lived so we came here.”
“Bald, about six foot, nasty mean mug?” Tyler's hand rose to head height, waving approximately. Miranda's stomach coiled just hearing Baldie's description. The bruises on her elbow throbbed and she resisted the urge to rub at them.
“Yeah,” Jack turned to Tyler. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes darted to Miranda before flicking back to Tyler. Something clicked into place in his thoughts. The color slightly drained from his face as he motioned to the two of them. “Did he–”
“Last night,” Tyler nodded, hardly concealing his sour tone, “he almost got Miranda.”
Naomi gasped and slapped Miranda on the shoulder. “Why didn't you call me?”
“It sort of happened fast,” she replied as she rubbed the stinging impact. Her gaze averted to her feet. She couldn't very well tell Naomi she had passed out and spent the night with Tyler – not after the words she spewed about him the other night. Then again, she had misread Naomi's aversion to them. An embarrassed flush burned across Miranda's face. It seemed like she couldn't read anyone properly anymore.
“What do we do?” Jack approached Tyler, his voice dropping. His eyes darted to the women in the room and he leaned in closer. Tyler knew his brother didn't want to ignite a flare of panic, but it was hard to have a private conversation in the motel room. That fact didn't keep Jack from whispering, “It's only a matter of time until they figure out our motel.”
Jack didn't have to bother. Naomi leaned closer to Miranda, and murmured, “Hey, Miranda, can we talk real quick?”
“Sure, Naomi, what's u–” Before she could finish, Naomi latched onto her arm and tugged her into the bathroom. She shut the door solidly behind them as she paced the floor. Miranda inched to the opposite side of the bathroom, her shins smacked against the small bathtub.
She watched Naomi make three round before she dared to inquire, “What's this about?”
Naomi turned sharply, a flush still burning along her cheeks. Her eyes were bright and glassy, caught between excitement and terror. Miranda swallowed down instant uncertainty. “I'm pregnant.”
“What?” Miranda gasped, feeling like all the air was knocked from her lungs. She took a step closer to Naomi. “You mean last ni–”
“No! Like,
It was the perfect way to wake up.
Until forceful cracks rained down on the front door.
Miranda gasped and bolted up in bed, eyes wide. Her heart thrummed and a chill raced down her back. Her gaze flashed to Tyler as he pushed himself upright, glaring at the door. He exchanged a look with her, raising a finger to his lips. Her gaze flickered, worriedly, to the windows. The blinds and the curtains sufficiently shielded them from view, but paranoia still sunk into her thoughts.
After sliding soundlessly from the bed and pulling on his jeans, Tyler edged closer to the door. Miranda followed his lead, slipping from bed and tugging on her outfit from yesterday. Her eyes swung wildly around the motel room, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon.
On tiptoes, Tyler leaned closer to the door's peephole. A wisp of blonde hair caught his gaze before a stubbly jaw obscured everything from view.
“Tyler, it's me! Are you in there?” Jack's voice pierced through the door in a rushed hiss. The tension in Tyler's shoulders eased. He unlatched the door. Naomi and Jack spilled into the motel room.
“Jesus, are you two all right?” Miranda stepped forward, grasping her friend by the shoulders. Ruddy cheeked and panting, Naomi looked as if she had run the whole way from the diner to the motel. She trembled under Miranda's touch.
Jack paced across the room, his hands threading through his hair. “We were followed from the diner. I didn't want them to know where Naomi lived so we came here.”
“Bald, about six foot, nasty mean mug?” Tyler's hand rose to head height, waving approximately. Miranda's stomach coiled just hearing Baldie's description. The bruises on her elbow throbbed and she resisted the urge to rub at them.
“Yeah,” Jack turned to Tyler. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes darted to Miranda before flicking back to Tyler. Something clicked into place in his thoughts. The color slightly drained from his face as he motioned to the two of them. “Did he–”
“Last night,” Tyler nodded, hardly concealing his sour tone, “he almost got Miranda.”
Naomi gasped and slapped Miranda on the shoulder. “Why didn't you call me?”
“It sort of happened fast,” she replied as she rubbed the stinging impact. Her gaze averted to her feet. She couldn't very well tell Naomi she had passed out and spent the night with Tyler – not after the words she spewed about him the other night. Then again, she had misread Naomi's aversion to them. An embarrassed flush burned across Miranda's face. It seemed like she couldn't read anyone properly anymore.
“What do we do?” Jack approached Tyler, his voice dropping. His eyes darted to the women in the room and he leaned in closer. Tyler knew his brother didn't want to ignite a flare of panic, but it was hard to have a private conversation in the motel room. That fact didn't keep Jack from whispering, “It's only a matter of time until they figure out our motel.”
Jack didn't have to bother. Naomi leaned closer to Miranda, and murmured, “Hey, Miranda, can we talk real quick?”
“Sure, Naomi, what's u–” Before she could finish, Naomi latched onto her arm and tugged her into the bathroom. She shut the door solidly behind them as she paced the floor. Miranda inched to the opposite side of the bathroom, her shins smacked against the small bathtub.
She watched Naomi make three round before she dared to inquire, “What's this about?”
Naomi turned sharply, a flush still burning along her cheeks. Her eyes were bright and glassy, caught between excitement and terror. Miranda swallowed down instant uncertainty. “I'm pregnant.”
“What?” Miranda gasped, feeling like all the air was knocked from her lungs. She took a step closer to Naomi. “You mean last ni–”
“No! Like,
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