Addicted (Outlaws Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

Addicted (Outlaws Book 2)
Pages:
Go to
me terribly, and Lennox pounded on him too. Oh, and I was in love with this older guy for a while – poor thing used to crap his pants when Lennox was around, which was hilarious because this guy was five years older. But Lennox had a reputation by then for watching out for me.”
    Hudson snickered. “It sounds like you’ve been in love a lot.”
    She considered it. “I guess I have. I tend to fall hard for people. And super fast.”
    “I’d never been in love before Connor,” Hudson confessed. “But I fell fast for him too.”
    “Of course you did. That man is smoking hot.” Jamie pulled her shirt over her head, then unclasped her bra as she searched for something to sleep in.
    It wasn’t until she glimpsed the slight flush on the other woman’s cheeks that Jamie realized her nudity was the source of Hudson’s discomfort. She always forgot that Hudson still wasn’t used to the lack of modesty in the free land. But Jamie had stopped being modest a long time ago. Growing up in a camp full of people and having to share quarters more often than not had pretty much erased any shyness or self-consciousness she might’ve felt. “Oops, sorry. I keep forgetting you’re from the city.”
    “Oh, it’s all right. I don’t know why it still surprises me.” Hudson’s cheeks turned redder. “By the way, that visit to Foxworth? I have never seen so many naked bodies in one room before.”
    Jamie laughed. “Reese hosted a party for you, huh?”
    “Yep. We didn’t stay long, though. Connor wanted —” She stopped abruptly, then grinned. “Well, you know what he wanted.”
    “I can imagine.” And
only
imagine, because although Connor had been a frequent visitor to the whorehouse, Jamie had never had the pleasure of sleeping with him.
    Sparing the other woman from seeing her bare tits, Jamie turned away and slipped an oversize T-shirt over her head. It was one of Lennox’s, with a huge hole on the sleeve, but it was soft and worn and her favorite shirt to sleep in.
    “What’d you think of Reese?” Jamie asked. She knew that most women found the reigning queen of Foxworth incredibly intimidating.
    Hudson surprised her by saying, “I liked her. She’s smart. Calculating. Looks like she knows how to get shit done. Well, I guess she must, since they’ve been living in that town for years and the Enforcers have left them alone.” She paused. “Until recently, anyway.”
    Jamie’s spine stiffened. “Is that what Reese said? Enforcers have been sniffing around and causing trouble?”
    The blonde nodded. “I’m sure Lennox is going to tell you all about it after he’s done with Con, but I might as well fill you in now. Reese wants Rylan and Pike to go to Foxworth for a while to train her people how to fight. There were some attacks on Foxworth, and now everyone is on guard.”
    Rylan was leaving?
    It annoyed Jamie that her first thought was about Rylan leaving, and not concern for the people of Foxworth. “When are they going?”
    “Soon, I imagine. I’m sure Connor and the others are figuring out the details now.”
    But clearly they’d already finished, because a sharp knock sounded on the door, followed by Lennox’s deep voice. “Jamie. Need to talk to you.”
    Hudson slid off the bed as the door swung open. She greeted Lennox with a smile, then squeezed Jamie’s arm and flitted out the door.
    The moment they were alone, Jamie narrowed her eyes at Lennox. His serious expression told her everything she needed to know. “You’re going with them.”
    He nodded.
    She nodded back. “All right. When do we leave?”
    A pained look crossed his features. “You’re not coming with us.”
    “Are we really starting up this bullshit again?” She flopped down on the edge of the bed and crossed her arms. “I deferred to you about the meeting, but you’re not going to win this one. I go where you go.”
    It was the pact they’d made when they were kids, and each of them had spoken those words time and
Go to

Readers choose

D L Davito

Kate Johnson

Betsy Byars

Bill Clem

Alla Kar

Ngaio Marsh

Robert Skinner

Thomas Bernhard

Stephanie M. Turner