Firefight: The Soul Scorchers MC (The Scorched Souls Serial-series Book 2) Read Online Free

expecting. “I’m not tired. I just woke up. You can’t put me to bed like a little girl. What are you going to do, spank me first?”
    His eyes narrowed, and he ran his hand through his long hair. “Don’t tempt me.”
    Tempting him was exactly what I intended to do. There was no way he was keeping up this ridiculous charade. I might not trust him or believe everything he said, but one thing was certain, Boone Richards made my pussy purr, and like any cat, I would make sure I got petted.
    Bending over, I wiggled my barely covered bottom, and dug through a cabinet, pretending to search for something to eat.
    “What are you looking for?” he ground out, his teeth clenched.
    “Food.”
    Instead of commenting, he moved behind me, pushing against me. “Fuck, Sally, you need to put some clothes on…please. I don’t like this anymore than you do. I’m just tryin’ to do the right thing here.”
    I turned to face him, and he crowded me against the counter, caging me in with his big arms. The fire in his eyes took my breath away. Playing with this man was not a good idea. If I pushed him too far, I might get more than a spanking.
    That thought both terrified and intrigued me.
    His nostrils flared. “I can smell your arousal. You need to go put some fucking pants on. Your clothes are in the bedroom closet.”
    I knew I was wet, but damn.
    Trying to move, I pushed against him, but his arms remained locked in place.
    “If that’s what you want, let me go,” I squeaked, suddenly unsure.
    Staring at my mouth, he took a long, shuddering breath and stepped back.
    I brushed by him and dashed for the bedroom, feeling like a scared little girl who’d teased a rabid dog. If I wasn’t careful the dog would bite.
    Back in the bedroom, I collapsed on the bed, panting.
    This wasn’t going to work. I didn’t care how unsafe I was on the outside. I needed to get away from Boone, because the way he made me feel wasn’t safe either. Figuring out how to ditch a man like him wouldn’t be easy, but I had to try. If I stayed, he’d crush my heart.

Boone
    Holy Fuck. I stomped to the front door, flinging it open and half-stumbling onto the porch. The night time symphony halted, offended by my intrusion. I stared into the darkness, and the sounds resumed.
    I needed to call Bones back and make him understand. For the first time I could remember, I was close to losing it. There was no way in hell I would be keeping my hands off Olympia’s sweet ass for a week, maybe even longer.
    No. Fucking. Way.
    It was doubtful I’d even make it through the night.
    And I wanted to break another rule and spill everything I’d learned during my phone conversation. Bones had called to share the latest news from town. He’d barely set foot in the clubhouse, before being pulled into his office by Eggs and Spyder. They’d dropped the latest bomb.
    The mayor was back.
    Olympia’s father had supposedly escaped his kidnappers and was now on a crusade to save Seal’s Cove, which included stopping the arsonists and finding Olympia. He’d told anyone who would listen that a biker gang had abducted him. They didn’t have many details, but Spyder was doing his thing on the computer, hacking and cracking, looking for clues.
    It didn’t made a damn bit of sense. As if the mayor could trick a group of hardcore, kidnapping criminals into freeing him, and I somehow doubted he’d fought them with his fists and lived to tell about it. The whole thing was utterly unbelievable. There was no way in hell the Guardians would be so shortsighted and careless, or stupid, for that matter.
    I intended to have a friendly chat with the mayor. He’d hired me to work on Olympia’s bathroom, after all. That gave me reason enough to drop in and express my condolences; maybe he’d respond better than Olympia had when I’d paid my first visit following her mother’s death. 
    The minute I was back from my ‘trip’ to Seattle, I’d be paying him a