Two Sides of Noelle: MC Romance (Demon Rebels MC Book 2) by Rayne O'Gara Page A

bottom lip with my teeth for a few more seconds, deciding on what to do before straightening my spine, throwing my shoulders back, and unlocking my door before I lose all courage.
    Damn he looks good. Faded blue jeans, black shirt that stretches tightly across his large and defined chest, his shoulders covered in the leather jacket that sends a fission of naughty pleasure down to my core. Why does he have to look so good?
    One large scarred hand holds a six pack of beer while the other holds a pizza box with the logo of the pizzeria down the road. My eyes snap up to his in question, but anger replaces it when he smirks at my clothes, then grunts before walking into my home. He just grunts. What is up with that!?
    Slamming the door and spinning on my heel, I walk into my kitchen to see him looking through my cabinets. As if him just waltzing, okay not waltzing more like stomping, into my house uninvited wasn’t enough!
    “What are you doing here?”
    He stops looking through my cupboard to turn and face me. “I told you. I want to see you. You got any paper plates?” he asks before continuing his search.
    “Caveman, I told you no. I distinctively remember saying no.” Oh for heaven’s sake. I throw my hands up into the air before walking over to the cabinet and hand him a paper plate. Anything to get him to stop rummaging through my stuff.
    He takes the plate, adds a few slices, and hands it to me. My movements are stiff reaching out for the pizza, I don’t even know why I am taking it from him in the first place. Turning around I plop the plate onto the counter and turn to kick him out. And turn right into his massive frame.
    Whoa.
    His hands grip under my ass cheeks before lifting me up to settle down next to my pizza on the counter top. His warm hands cup my face and force my head up to look into his dark, dark eyes. I open my mouth to say something, but my words are cut off when his thumb presses against my lips.
    “You have a beautiful mouth, baby, but keep it shut.”
    He thinks my mouth is beautiful? A happy calm falls over me until the rest of his words register. Did he just tell me to shut up!? In my own house?
    “We’re going to get a few things straight. Your mouth lies.”
    “You,” His hand squeezed tighter against my jaw and I smartly choose to be quiet. For now.
    “I don’t like liars, but after what I saw, I figure it’s for a pretty good reason the things you said to me and Wood. Now I heard you loud and clear today. The thing is, your lying mouth said no, but the rest of you, your eyes, breathing, these gorgeous tits, all of that said yes. I’m inclined to believe those things over the one negative.”
    Well shit.
    I grumble under his thumb making him smirk again. Why does that smirk rev my engine instead of piss me off? Oh, that’s right, because I know what this man is capable of doing to me with that mouth of his. His eyebrow raises at the same time his thumb leaves my lips. I know he wants me to repeat myself, but it was a smartass remark, and now I’m worried to say it. Oh well, take me as I am.
    “Who made you an expert in reading people?”
    “Special Forces.”
    “Oh, yeah that would do it I guess.” No more smartass from me on that subject. He nods and starts to move away from me. “Caveman?” When I have back his attention I sigh, slumping my shoulders. “I’m sorry for what I said before, to you and Wood. I had no right being a bitch to you, but I wasn’t lying when I said that we can’t do this.”
    “You don’t think you can do this, not that we can’t.”
    “I can’t risk it again. And furthermore, what is this exactly?” I ask, waving my hand between us.
    “You need a label? Why can’t it just be figuring shit out? See how it goes until we’re done.”
    “That’s what I’m worried about, until you’re done. Where would that leave me?” I know where that would leave me. Heartbroken. Alone. I barely survived Stephanie, looking into Caveman’s fathomless