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Claiming the Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 9)

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“You’re the worst.”

“We all gotta be good at something.” He shoots me a wink as Sandman closes the door behind him.

Those pretty blue eyes zero in on me as he stalks toward me. I back up and hit the door. He reaches around me to lock it.

“I’m not fucking you in your office.”

“Think you know by now if I want that sweet cunt of yours, I’ll take it.” He yanks on my ponytail then wraps his fist up in it. “You gonna kiss me or argue about it.”

He knows I’m so freaking addicted to him. Who needs drugs when you can get high on a filthy talking biker? I grab the collar of his t-shirt. “I think…” I move in close enough to kiss him and trace the outline of his lips with the tip of my tongue.

“Gonna bend you over my desk. Spank that ass.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.” He seals his words with a kiss.


JM:Hey, hate to do this through text but I won’t be able to keep our date tonight. I’ve got a work situation that needs my attention.

Andi:That’s okay. Some other time.

I’m kind of glad he’s busy. I’m not feeling my best. My stomach has been grumbly all day. It’s like I am absolutely starving and yet the thought of eating anything makes me want to hurl. I hope I’m not coming down with some stupid stomach bug. Would be just my luck. There’s a Halloween party at the clubhouse that Hazel and Wylla both are begging me to go to. I’m supposed to go costume shopping with them but haven’t had a free minute lately.

JM: Talk soon.

I think he’s losing interest and I can’t really blame the guy. We rarely see each other. We’ve not gone beyond some light touches and kisses. He’s more like a friend. I’m not sure if he’s just playing up the good guy who has the patience of a saint or what. He’s not done anything out of the way but lately I keep getting this strange vibe from him. I wouldn’t call him creepy, but I can’t shake this weird vibe I’m getting.

Maybe this is his way of blowing me off.

A girl can hope. I’m ready to be able to date Viking out in the open and stop hiding our relationship. I love being with him but it’s hard not to think we’re both each other’s dirty little secrets.

I know he’s not ashamed of me and that he wants to get Justice of his back. I guess he’s been putting pressure on the club for years now. Though when I mention the club or Wylla he doesn’t even act interested in what I’m saying.

It’s strange.

Viking even had me say little stuff to see if he’d take the bait and nada.

My phone buzzes again. This time it’s my mom.

Mom:Hey, sweetheart. I’m making your favorite tonight. Feels like I’ve not laid eyes on you in weeks.

That’s mom code for I expect to see you at my table tonight.

Maybe my mother’s cooking will make this icky aversion I’m having to food go away.


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