Harm's Way: Riot MC Biloxi by Karen Renee (best life changing books .TXT) 📗

worried I wouldn’t be able to match his sexual appetite if he kept up at this rate.

He stood in the doorway of the bathroom with the light still on but I felt his eyes on me. I raised my brows at him, but didn’t say anything because he was a sight back-lit and nude. That hair which barely touched his shoulders, the goatee, his sculpted pectoral muscles all enticed me. He may have watched my eyes peruse his body, but he turned the light out and came to bed.

His arms wrapped around me to tug me closer. “Any chance you can get on the pill?”

I kissed his chest. “Maybe. Any chance you’ve—”

“Get a physical tomorrow.”

My head jerked up. “Tomorrow? You can see your doctor that fast?”

He chuckled. “Since the club has one on retainer, you bet your ass.”

“Well, I’m already on the pill to regulate my cycle—”

He squeezed me. “You just yank my chain?”

I hesitated. “Not exactly?”

His chuckle surprised me. “Stephanie, you being a card dealer I thought you knew this, but as a reminder: you can’t bullshit a bullshitter.”

That got my attention. “So you’re a bullshitter? How so?”

“No, baby. You played coy just to find out if I could get tested. What’s that all about?”

I tried to pull away from his hold, to no avail. In my effort to repress my sigh it turned into a slight growl. When he laughed, I saw red even though it was dark. “Dammit, Har, let me go.”

He rolled on top of me. “Oh, hell no. You definitely call me Michael in bed, woman. Why so concerned about me getting tested? I mean, I get why you’d want me to be tested, but were you assuming I go in ungloved?”

“You did earlier—”

“Nope. You didn’t watch me put it on, but I made sure you felt it. So why don’t you trust me?”

I sighed. “Why are you picking a fight because I yanked your chain?”

More of his weight settled on me when he cupped my cheeks. “Baby, I’m not picking a fight. I’m trying to find out why you’d be that way.”

“I’m tired. It’s the middle of the night, or wee hours of the morning. I don’t know.”

“Or you think I’m a player.”

I blew out a silent laugh. “That pretty much goes with the biker territory, doesn’t it? Sweet-butts and all that shit. Hell, you told me not to bring them up, so I know you partake.”

His head lowered and I felt his body shake.

“Are you laughing, Michael?”

His head lifted and when he spoke his humor could be heard. “I’m trying not to, honey. But, I ‘partake.’ That is too much.”

I shifted my legs and started squirming. “Let me up!”

His hands grabbed my thighs and slid down trying to wrap my legs around his hips. “No way, babe. I told you, I won’t be with anyone while I’m with you. You need to trust that. For us to have trust with one another, honesty is key. No skirting an issue, got it?”

I huffed out a breath because he was right, though I had plenty of good reasons not to trust any man. “I got it. Can I go to sleep now?”

His hands made their way back to my face. “Sure. After you kiss me.”

I STOOD AT THE KITCHEN island pouring strawberry shredded mini-wheats into a bowl, when Har came in wearing basketball shorts and a tank top. My eyes widened and I turned away to downplay it.

He chuckled. “Wanna go to the gym with me? We can take the truck.”

I smiled. “I’ll pass.”

He arched a brow. “Do you work out?”

“I used to swim, though I haven’t found anywhere around here, other than the Gulf, but that’s not really my thing. I prefer pools when I swim for exercise.”

He did a long blink with his lips tipped up. “All right. Well, I’ll be back in a while, babe.”

An hour after I finished my cereal, my phone rang.

“Hey, Suzy Q!” I greeted.

“Hi, there, you sound chipper. What’s up?”

I chuckled. “I sound like myself, you’re hearing things.”

“Have you found some place else to live? You’ve been staying with Har for six weeks now, right?”

“Yeah, well, I’m building more of a cushion for right now.”

“Oh, no,” she breathed.

“What?”

“You’re having sex with him, aren’t you?”

I shouldn’t have paused, but I did.

“Stephie! Have you learned nothing?”

Anger welled within me. “Susan, you need to back off. He’s not a scumbag like Wycliffe. Hell, he’s as good and upstanding as Turk is, so do not tell me you’re judging him for being part of the Riot MC.”

She scoffed. “I’m not. I just worry. You swore off men and as far as I know you haven’t been with anyone in two years.”

There was one guy for one night, but she didn’t need to know about that.

“Well, he’s not going to do me wrong. In fact, if he cheats me out of money, he’s given me his express permission to cut his balls off. And I think Turk would help me, too, if it came to that.”

She made a humming noise before deadpanning, “Express permission, huh?”

I chuckled. “Yeah. I was surprised by that term, too.”

“Money’s not the only thing Wycliffe did to you.”

“Suzy—”

“Are you sure he won’t take naked pictures of you? Sexting gone wrong could happen.”

I braced a hand on the counter. “He is not one for sexting, Suzy. I mean, there are always women around the clubhouse.”

“You’ve been there?”

“Well, the one time Brute took me, but believe me. Michael is not about to post revenge porn.”

“The fuck,” I heard hissed and turned to see Har standing there.

His face was full of the fiercest rage I’d ever seen. He set a metal water bottle down with a resounding thunk.

In my ear, Suzy said, “You think that, but hell, you never thought—”

“I’m gonna have to call you back, sis. Bye.”

I ended the call and put my phone on the island well out of his reach.

He stood leaning into the counter, the muscles in his forearms and biceps taut like cables. Those green