Oil and Leather: A Biker Erotic Romance (Free Devils MC) Read Online Free
Author: A. L. Summers
He planted warm, wet kisses along her shoulder, as his body came down from its almost painful high.
They sat there in an intimate embrace for a long while, until Tony jokingly murmured, "I think you gave me another nosebleed."
***
The clubhouse was definitely emptied when they finally emerged. Kat insisted on returning to her apartment. She was filthy and finally starting to feel the effects of her earlier scuffle. She wanted a long hot shower. Although she told Tony he was welcome to join her, he declined. They both knew no relaxing would get done if they went back to the same place.
Kat knew he wasn't just good looks. He was smart, too. She told him this as she climbed onto her bike. She started the engine and laughed as he pretended to be outraged, shouting at her as she roared away.
It was the early hours of the morning by the time she fell into bed, clean, happy, and pleasantly sore. The memory of Tony's hands and lips on her body were the last thoughts on her mind before she fell asleep.
Unfortunately, it was barely an hour later before she was woken by the shrill ring of her cell phone. She glared at the illuminated numbers of the clock on her bedside table before answering the call.
"What?" It was too early and too late for politeness.
"I've done something terrible and stupid."
Terri's voice was anxious and Kat sat upright in alarm, flicking on the bedside light and rubbing her face.
"What do you mean? What's happened?"
The older woman's voice came down the line in a flood and Kat struggled to keep up.
"When the boys came home, Lawrence asked if I'd seen you. I said yes and that I sure was glad he'd taught you how to throw a punch when you were a young girl. He asked me why and I said, without thinking, that you might have ended up with more than a split lip."
Kat shook her head. Then, realizing that her friend couldn't see her, said, "I don't understand?"
"Well, he left! Just looked at me and walked back out of the house. I heard his bike leave. I thought it was strange, but I didn't think more about it until now. Until I realized how it could have come across!"
"Terri, you're not making any sense."
"Love, I cannot get a hold of your boy!"
Kat's blood ran cold. She froze, unable to think or respond. Terri continued to talk, regardless.
"I've tried everyone, my husband, your father. I cannot get through to anyone! I'm sorry, love, but they must have thought the worst!"
Kat was out of bed and flinging on clothes with one hand, as she yelled into the phone. "Where are you? Do you know where they've gone?"
"I'm at the club. No one's here."
"Fuck!" Kat kicked over a wayward stool as she ran through her apartment, grabbing her keys and pounding down the front steps. "Just stay there and keep calling people. I'm on my way."
Kat made a quick detour to Tony's apartment, but it was dark and empty. She didn't miss the broken door and felt her heart plummet as her fears were confirmed.
An innocent man was going to die.
At the clubhouse, she barely managed to park her bike before Terri came running outside, shaking her head.
"I still can't get through. I've tried your brothers’ girlfriends and a few wives, but no one has any idea where they've gone or what they're planning on doing. They just got a call and took off. Every one of them."
Kat felt sick. Of course, as the daughter of the club president, if anything happened to her then it was tantamount to war. Tony wouldn't be left alive. He would face the full wrath of every man in her life. She tried calling her father again, but the line was still “unavailable.”
"Okay, okay," Kat tried to think clearly. "They're out of range, so clearly they're not in the city anymore. Where else could they be?"
"How about anywhere in the entire fucking desert?" Terri looked just as sick as Kat felt, but they couldn't afford to lose their heads. Not
They sat there in an intimate embrace for a long while, until Tony jokingly murmured, "I think you gave me another nosebleed."
***
The clubhouse was definitely emptied when they finally emerged. Kat insisted on returning to her apartment. She was filthy and finally starting to feel the effects of her earlier scuffle. She wanted a long hot shower. Although she told Tony he was welcome to join her, he declined. They both knew no relaxing would get done if they went back to the same place.
Kat knew he wasn't just good looks. He was smart, too. She told him this as she climbed onto her bike. She started the engine and laughed as he pretended to be outraged, shouting at her as she roared away.
It was the early hours of the morning by the time she fell into bed, clean, happy, and pleasantly sore. The memory of Tony's hands and lips on her body were the last thoughts on her mind before she fell asleep.
Unfortunately, it was barely an hour later before she was woken by the shrill ring of her cell phone. She glared at the illuminated numbers of the clock on her bedside table before answering the call.
"What?" It was too early and too late for politeness.
"I've done something terrible and stupid."
Terri's voice was anxious and Kat sat upright in alarm, flicking on the bedside light and rubbing her face.
"What do you mean? What's happened?"
The older woman's voice came down the line in a flood and Kat struggled to keep up.
"When the boys came home, Lawrence asked if I'd seen you. I said yes and that I sure was glad he'd taught you how to throw a punch when you were a young girl. He asked me why and I said, without thinking, that you might have ended up with more than a split lip."
Kat shook her head. Then, realizing that her friend couldn't see her, said, "I don't understand?"
"Well, he left! Just looked at me and walked back out of the house. I heard his bike leave. I thought it was strange, but I didn't think more about it until now. Until I realized how it could have come across!"
"Terri, you're not making any sense."
"Love, I cannot get a hold of your boy!"
Kat's blood ran cold. She froze, unable to think or respond. Terri continued to talk, regardless.
"I've tried everyone, my husband, your father. I cannot get through to anyone! I'm sorry, love, but they must have thought the worst!"
Kat was out of bed and flinging on clothes with one hand, as she yelled into the phone. "Where are you? Do you know where they've gone?"
"I'm at the club. No one's here."
"Fuck!" Kat kicked over a wayward stool as she ran through her apartment, grabbing her keys and pounding down the front steps. "Just stay there and keep calling people. I'm on my way."
Kat made a quick detour to Tony's apartment, but it was dark and empty. She didn't miss the broken door and felt her heart plummet as her fears were confirmed.
An innocent man was going to die.
At the clubhouse, she barely managed to park her bike before Terri came running outside, shaking her head.
"I still can't get through. I've tried your brothers’ girlfriends and a few wives, but no one has any idea where they've gone or what they're planning on doing. They just got a call and took off. Every one of them."
Kat felt sick. Of course, as the daughter of the club president, if anything happened to her then it was tantamount to war. Tony wouldn't be left alive. He would face the full wrath of every man in her life. She tried calling her father again, but the line was still “unavailable.”
"Okay, okay," Kat tried to think clearly. "They're out of range, so clearly they're not in the city anymore. Where else could they be?"
"How about anywhere in the entire fucking desert?" Terri looked just as sick as Kat felt, but they couldn't afford to lose their heads. Not
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