Getaway (Restless Motorcycle Club Romance) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Julia Marie
was going to die here. On the floor of this crappy house, far from anyone I knew, having betrayed the man I had barely had the time to start to fall in love with.
This is bullshit. I can’t fucking believe—
A man’s yell interrupted my thought, drowning it out with its volume and intensity.
A thud beside me made me flinch and instinctively roll away.
Two men were rolling on the floor, struggling and grappling to gain an advantage over the other. One was my guard-turned-executioner, and the other was—
Oh my god.
“Shane!”
It was him. It was really him. His muscles bulged as he secured his position on top of the FBI agent, and started to punch him in the face.
My shout made him look over, and the agent took advantage. With a quick flip of his lower body and a shove low on Shane’ side, the biker was rolled off and onto the floor, and all of a sudden he was the victim of an onslaught of blows.
“Oh my god!” My stomach flipped. He had been winning until I opened my big fucking mouth.
The agent still had his gun in his hands, but hadn’t been able to bring it to bear against Shane, who outweighed him by at least a couple dozen pounds. Now that he was on top, he gained some ground and pointed it at Shane’ head.
“No!”
I lunged from the awkward position I was kneeling in. My body, wielded less with grace and more like a blunt instrument, slammed into the man just as he pulled the trigger, and my soul flinched as the sound of the shot reverberated around the small living room. The gun, the target of my attack, flew from the agent’s hand but not before the bullet had left the muzzle.
Was I too late?
It was too easy for the agent to bodily push me aside, taking my breath away as his arm swept into my sensitive stomach. I fell to the ground and stared helplessly as the agent got to his feet.
A second bang rang out, and the agent slumped to the ground, first falling to his knees before landing on his face.
Shane lay on the ground, one hand raised and holding a small gun. A wisp of smoke curled from the tip.
“Shane!” I rushed over on my hands and knees, not wasting the time to stand up. “Are you okay?”
He didn’t move as I got closer, and I feared the worst.
When I got over top of him, his eyes found mine. I searched them for the pain I didn’t want to find. He smiled.
“That was close.”
An inch to the right of his head, the old hardwood floor had a slug buried in the wood, splintering the grain.
“You saved me.”
I couldn’t believe he was here. It didn’t seem possible. It was surreal.
There was no avoiding it – my lips dropped of their own accord and met his as I pulled his head gently towards me. Even from below he controlled things as we moved at his pace. His teeth playfully nipped at mine, deepening the kiss and bringing the heat forth from my loins. The combination of almost dying, Shane’ rescue, and my own small involvement in the fight had my body completely keyed up.
Just as Shane’ hands started to creep up my shirt – reminding me and my hard nipples that I had left my bra at the clubhouse earlier that day, not to mention my panties – someone cleared their throat behind me.
“Who’s there?” I shouted, but felt like an idiot when Shane barely moved beneath me. He must have known that there was someone else around and just hadn’t cared.
“Where the hell were you, Marshall?” Shane said. “I could have died there; I thought you were right behind me!”
A tall man leaned against the doorway back into the kitchen. His eyes were cool and had a certain hardness to them that I had never seen before. There was a definite vibe that this was a man I never wanted to piss off. “You had it covered.”
Shane sat up, incredulous. “Covered? I was an inch away from being ended, man! I swear to you, I would not have been upset at you saving my
This is bullshit. I can’t fucking believe—
A man’s yell interrupted my thought, drowning it out with its volume and intensity.
A thud beside me made me flinch and instinctively roll away.
Two men were rolling on the floor, struggling and grappling to gain an advantage over the other. One was my guard-turned-executioner, and the other was—
Oh my god.
“Shane!”
It was him. It was really him. His muscles bulged as he secured his position on top of the FBI agent, and started to punch him in the face.
My shout made him look over, and the agent took advantage. With a quick flip of his lower body and a shove low on Shane’ side, the biker was rolled off and onto the floor, and all of a sudden he was the victim of an onslaught of blows.
“Oh my god!” My stomach flipped. He had been winning until I opened my big fucking mouth.
The agent still had his gun in his hands, but hadn’t been able to bring it to bear against Shane, who outweighed him by at least a couple dozen pounds. Now that he was on top, he gained some ground and pointed it at Shane’ head.
“No!”
I lunged from the awkward position I was kneeling in. My body, wielded less with grace and more like a blunt instrument, slammed into the man just as he pulled the trigger, and my soul flinched as the sound of the shot reverberated around the small living room. The gun, the target of my attack, flew from the agent’s hand but not before the bullet had left the muzzle.
Was I too late?
It was too easy for the agent to bodily push me aside, taking my breath away as his arm swept into my sensitive stomach. I fell to the ground and stared helplessly as the agent got to his feet.
A second bang rang out, and the agent slumped to the ground, first falling to his knees before landing on his face.
Shane lay on the ground, one hand raised and holding a small gun. A wisp of smoke curled from the tip.
“Shane!” I rushed over on my hands and knees, not wasting the time to stand up. “Are you okay?”
He didn’t move as I got closer, and I feared the worst.
When I got over top of him, his eyes found mine. I searched them for the pain I didn’t want to find. He smiled.
“That was close.”
An inch to the right of his head, the old hardwood floor had a slug buried in the wood, splintering the grain.
“You saved me.”
I couldn’t believe he was here. It didn’t seem possible. It was surreal.
There was no avoiding it – my lips dropped of their own accord and met his as I pulled his head gently towards me. Even from below he controlled things as we moved at his pace. His teeth playfully nipped at mine, deepening the kiss and bringing the heat forth from my loins. The combination of almost dying, Shane’ rescue, and my own small involvement in the fight had my body completely keyed up.
Just as Shane’ hands started to creep up my shirt – reminding me and my hard nipples that I had left my bra at the clubhouse earlier that day, not to mention my panties – someone cleared their throat behind me.
“Who’s there?” I shouted, but felt like an idiot when Shane barely moved beneath me. He must have known that there was someone else around and just hadn’t cared.
“Where the hell were you, Marshall?” Shane said. “I could have died there; I thought you were right behind me!”
A tall man leaned against the doorway back into the kitchen. His eyes were cool and had a certain hardness to them that I had never seen before. There was a definite vibe that this was a man I never wanted to piss off. “You had it covered.”
Shane sat up, incredulous. “Covered? I was an inch away from being ended, man! I swear to you, I would not have been upset at you saving my
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