Know Your Place (Knights Disciples Motorcycle Club Book 2) Read Online Free

holder of napkins in the middle of the table and pulled out a paper napkin.  He put it to her nose. “Blow,” he said.
     
    She laughed self-consciously. “I can’t blow my nose in front of you,” she said bashfully.
     
    He raised an eyebrow.  “I think we’ve done more than that in front of each other. Blow.” He wasn’t asking, he was telling. “When did this happen? When did he drop you off?”
     
    “He didn’t. I took a cab,” she said. Laura could feel Will’s mood shift from where she sat. She sensed he was furious. “Before you explode, I opted not to get a ride with him I don’t know when the last time you saw him, but Lucas is enormous now. He’s been lifting weights and he has muscles almost like yours.”
     
    “So you felt intimidated? Why didn’t you call the police?” he asked.
     
    “Well I was going to. I just got home and kind of fell apart. I didn’t mean to get snockered. It just kind of happened,” said Laura.
     
    “Okay,” he said. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “It’s a good thing you caught me. I was going to go out myself.” He walked into the kitchen, completely familiar with it. He and Laura swapped houses for a period after Lucas first got involved with the gang, for safety reasons. She spied on him while he worked. He pulled out an egg pan and set it on the stove. He drizzled it with olive oil, cranked some sea salt over it and let it all heat up.  He reached into the refrigerator for eggs and cracked about five in a bowl.
     
    “Good night,” she exclaimed. “You expecting company?”
     
    He looked at her semi-seriously and answered her question with a question.  “Have you eaten today?”
     
    “Not really,” she said.
     
    “Well then,” he replied. He dumped the eggs in the pan and whisked them. Within seconds he was heaping mounds of fluffy eggs onto a couple of plates for them. 
     
    “Aren’t you wonderful to have around the house,” she murmured. She realized she was, indeed, drunk.  Not out of control, but, still, she was somewhat embarrassed. She stared at her plate somberly. 
     
    “Something wrong with it?” he asked.
     
    “If I haven’t said thank you, I mean for everything. . . I mean I don’t think I really have and I just want to tell you how much you mean to me. I mean how much all that you’ve done means to me,” she said.
     
    “That’s very sweet and, yes, you have thanked me. A gazillion times in a gazillion ways.” He spiked some eggs with his fork and fed her. “Now eat before you ask me to marry you,” he winked. 
     
    “Mm,” she said. “These are really good.”  She took another bite. “I would have to say these are the best I’ve ever eaten.”  She devoured them and then drank down most of the water, which was ever-so-slightly laced with bourbon. She set it down.
     
    “What?” he asked.
     
    “I forgot there’s some liquor in that,” she said. 
     
    Will sipped from the glass. “Where’s the bourbon?” he asked.
     
    Laura nodded in the direction of her very sparse collection of liquor. He got up and brought the bottle back to the table. He drank directly from the bottle and leaned in to kiss her. His mouth was warm from the liquor and slightly chilled from the ice water. His tongue was soft and firm at the same time and it slipped and slid into her mouth, twisting with her tongue.
     
     
     
    They clutched each other, raking their fingers through one another’s hair. The haze of the liquor dissipated and the arousal that heated her from head to toe ironically made her clear-headed. For the first time ever, Laura truly considered life on her terms, not in terms of anyone else – what she wanted and needed, not her parents, not her beloved younger brother.
     
    And Laura Mills needed Will Shriner.
     
    Laura did something she often fantasized about doing. Still locked in a kiss with him, she leaned back on the polished surface of the dining room table. She wanted to be taken on