White Lies (Blood Brothers MC Book 1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Amy Love
Kid.”
Noel dragged him closer, and Kane stopped fighting. At the mercy of the older boy, Kane closed his eyes and prepared for a beating. At least he knew he could take it; he’d had a lifetime’s worth of practice.
“What the hell?” Noel demanded. “You just giving up?”
This was his father’s game. Taunt him to the point where he thought he might stand a chance, then move in for the kill.
“Just get it over with,” Kane said, resigned to his fate.
Noel lit up and gave Kane a chance to run. But he was too sick, too sad to make a move. Hopefully it would be quick. Maybe he could limp towards a back alley and sleep it off. But what would happen tomorrow?
“Okay. Here.”
Reaching into his pocket, Noel pulled out a limp burrito. It was cold and soggy, but it also wasn’t covered in rat hairs. It looked like the best of meals, and Kane started towards him.
Then Noel took it back.
“If I give this to you,” Noel started, “Will you do one thing for me?”
He had to be a freak. Food for slavery that might take any form. Kane shuddered at the thought. But he was so hungry.
“Yeah,” he said. “I will.”
Noel handed him the burrito. Grabbing it quickly, Kane gobbled it down in two quick bites. He savored the meat and the cheese on his tongue, but as the unexpected meal settled in his stomach, Kane was back to fearing the consequences.
“So what do I have to do for it?” Kane asked.
Stamping his cigarette to the pavement, Noel mounted his bike with a smile.
“Hop on, Kid. Let’s get you a real rack tonight.”
***
“He’s a good guy, Jem,” Kane said. “He’s my brother and—”
Jeremy’s laugher had to come from a jealous place, but Kane’s words were true. Noel brought him to the club, gave him the promised bed, and saw that he never had to eat dirt again. That was loyalty. Something that Jeremy in his fancy house with his snooty wife would never understand and—
“Then why is he screwing your so-called Angel?”
CHAPTER FOUR
It was supposed to be Kane’s hands, stay his hands, always and only his hands. As Angeline lay awake, she remembered how he touched her. To look at Kane, no one ever would have believed it. With his grizzled face and his muscled arms, Kane looked every inch the clichéd predator. But Angeline knew him better. There were tender parts of him that he kept hidden. Sometimes he even smiled shyly when he started to undress her. In those moments, if fell to Angeline to be bold.
***
“Come on,” she asked. “Don’t you want me?”
Kane’s head fell to her shoulders as her gathered her into his arms. She sighed at the feel of his embrace but forced his eyes to hers.
“I do,” he said.
“Then kiss me already.”
Their lips met softly, slowly, and Angeline drank in the feel of his mouth on hers. As Angeline pursued him, Kane sighed, his warm breath pouring down her neck. As she guided him to the bed, Kane’s kiss intensified, and she wrapped her arms around his tight waist. He felt like stone under her hands, but Angeline knew when and how he would melt.
“You love this,” he said.
“I do.”
“And you want more…”
She had wanted more form the start. Other girls might have shrieked and scampered because he was a bad boy . But Angeline didn’t mind. There were other sides to his stubbled face.
But that was nothing compared to the feel of him inside her. No woman could ever touch that and think of running.
“So why are we talking?” Kane said as he took charge.
Angeline made a show of lying back on the bed. She would pretend that he had total control. In some ways, he did. But she only had to part her legs, and his plunge filled her with other ideas.
“Why are we?” she asked.
Kane turned her to back and pressed inside her. She liked it better the other way around, when she could stay in
Noel dragged him closer, and Kane stopped fighting. At the mercy of the older boy, Kane closed his eyes and prepared for a beating. At least he knew he could take it; he’d had a lifetime’s worth of practice.
“What the hell?” Noel demanded. “You just giving up?”
This was his father’s game. Taunt him to the point where he thought he might stand a chance, then move in for the kill.
“Just get it over with,” Kane said, resigned to his fate.
Noel lit up and gave Kane a chance to run. But he was too sick, too sad to make a move. Hopefully it would be quick. Maybe he could limp towards a back alley and sleep it off. But what would happen tomorrow?
“Okay. Here.”
Reaching into his pocket, Noel pulled out a limp burrito. It was cold and soggy, but it also wasn’t covered in rat hairs. It looked like the best of meals, and Kane started towards him.
Then Noel took it back.
“If I give this to you,” Noel started, “Will you do one thing for me?”
He had to be a freak. Food for slavery that might take any form. Kane shuddered at the thought. But he was so hungry.
“Yeah,” he said. “I will.”
Noel handed him the burrito. Grabbing it quickly, Kane gobbled it down in two quick bites. He savored the meat and the cheese on his tongue, but as the unexpected meal settled in his stomach, Kane was back to fearing the consequences.
“So what do I have to do for it?” Kane asked.
Stamping his cigarette to the pavement, Noel mounted his bike with a smile.
“Hop on, Kid. Let’s get you a real rack tonight.”
***
“He’s a good guy, Jem,” Kane said. “He’s my brother and—”
Jeremy’s laugher had to come from a jealous place, but Kane’s words were true. Noel brought him to the club, gave him the promised bed, and saw that he never had to eat dirt again. That was loyalty. Something that Jeremy in his fancy house with his snooty wife would never understand and—
“Then why is he screwing your so-called Angel?”
CHAPTER FOUR
It was supposed to be Kane’s hands, stay his hands, always and only his hands. As Angeline lay awake, she remembered how he touched her. To look at Kane, no one ever would have believed it. With his grizzled face and his muscled arms, Kane looked every inch the clichéd predator. But Angeline knew him better. There were tender parts of him that he kept hidden. Sometimes he even smiled shyly when he started to undress her. In those moments, if fell to Angeline to be bold.
***
“Come on,” she asked. “Don’t you want me?”
Kane’s head fell to her shoulders as her gathered her into his arms. She sighed at the feel of his embrace but forced his eyes to hers.
“I do,” he said.
“Then kiss me already.”
Their lips met softly, slowly, and Angeline drank in the feel of his mouth on hers. As Angeline pursued him, Kane sighed, his warm breath pouring down her neck. As she guided him to the bed, Kane’s kiss intensified, and she wrapped her arms around his tight waist. He felt like stone under her hands, but Angeline knew when and how he would melt.
“You love this,” he said.
“I do.”
“And you want more…”
She had wanted more form the start. Other girls might have shrieked and scampered because he was a bad boy . But Angeline didn’t mind. There were other sides to his stubbled face.
But that was nothing compared to the feel of him inside her. No woman could ever touch that and think of running.
“So why are we talking?” Kane said as he took charge.
Angeline made a show of lying back on the bed. She would pretend that he had total control. In some ways, he did. But she only had to part her legs, and his plunge filled her with other ideas.
“Why are we?” she asked.
Kane turned her to back and pressed inside her. She liked it better the other way around, when she could stay in
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