BLAMELESS: MC Biker Romance (Black Thorns, #3) Read Online Free Page A

mouth agape, trying to wrap my head around what he’s just said to me. He thinks I’m too good for him? He thinks he’s not good enough for me ?
    Well, I didn’t see this coming.
     
    ***
     
    I wake up with a start.
    What? When did I fall asleep?
    “Hey.”
    Startled by the unfamiliar sound of a voice in my house, I jerk my head to the side to see Runner eyeing me.
    Oh crap. We’re in bed together.
    And it’s even worse than just lying in bed beside one another.
    His arm is around me and I’m snuggled against his chest, my head on his club tattoo and our faces just inches from touching.
    His eyes are searching mine intensely. I see his gaze dip to my lips. Desire sparks in his eyes.
    The next thing I know, I’m leaning in and pressing my lips to his.
    It’s been so long since I’ve kissed a man, that my entire body starts trembling with nerves and my kiss is so hesitant that it’s barely there, barely any pressure. He doesn’t respond back, so I pull away, incredibly embarrassed.
    But then I see the look on his face.
    His eyes are half-closed and heavy with lust. “Damn…such soft fucking lips, darlin’.”
    Really?
    “Do it again.”
    “I….”
    He looks down at himself and the gauze taped over his wound. “I can’t be doing much right now, yeah? But I want your lips on mine, so you’re gonna have to be the one to—”
    My mouth is back on his before he can finish his sentence.
    Knowing he liked it has given me a confidence boost and I sink into the kiss this time. He groans as I part my lips and give him access. His tongue delves into my mouth and…oh my God…the way he kisses, the way he tastes me, the way his tongue moves with mine…it’s so unbelievably sensual and intense. It steals my breath and I’m gasping, gasping for air, but not wanting this to end at the same time.
    A loud, aggressive knock on the front door startles me and I pull back.
    “Jesus fuck, Sarah,” he breathes in awe.
    The knocking sounds again and I scramble off the bed. I look down to see that I’m still dressed in my same clothes from last night. I must’ve just fallen asleep from exhaustion then.
    I walk out of the bedroom and hurry down the hall to the front door.
    Tensing and wondering who could be standing on the other side, I force myself to take a deep breath before I peer through the peephole.
    Thank goodness.
    It’s a friendly face.
    I open the door and Ax walks in. He’s the husband of my friend, Roxana. He’s also the President of the Black Thorns MC. Runner’s boss and best friend.
    “Where’s he at?” he barks out, not even bothering with any small talk at all. Wow, bikers are incredibly blunt.
    I point down the hall and tell him, “Last door on the left.”
    He rushes off in that direction, eating up the distance so quickly with his long, powerful strides, that I struggle to catch up with him.
    He walks in through the open door of my bedroom and I follow behind.
    “Fuck, Runner,” he says, approaching the bed.
    “Nice to see you too, Prez.”
    “How did you know he was here?” I wonder out loud.
    “I texted him. You were sleeping,” Runner tells me.
    “Oh. Okay.”
    Ax carefully pulls back the gauze over Runner’s stitches and takes a look at his wound. He curses to himself.
    “The wound’s sorted out. He’s going to be fine. He just needs to rest,” I inform him.
    He nods and asks Runner worriedly, “How you doing with the pain?”
    It sounds like he knows about Runner’s anti-painkiller thing then. Why else would he be asking that question? I wonder what the full story really is there.
    “I can deal.”
    “Sure?”
    “If I couldn’t, what’s the alternative, huh?” Runner snaps, getting pissed off suddenly.
    Ax holds up his hands. “All right. I’m sorry.”
    Runner blows out a breath.
    Ax scrubs his hand over his face for a moment and then he turns to me and says, “Thanks for taking care of him. We got it from here.”
    “We?”
    “The club.”
    “Oh, well, he can