White Heat (Lost Kings MC #5) Read Online Free

over her shoulder.
    Hope approaches slow and I take my time appreciating the wispy, bright blue dress she’s wearing. “Fuck, you’re fucking beautiful.”
    She tips her head down, and I love the way she still shyly takes a compliment. It’s sweet and something else I love about her. When she’s within grabbing distance she stops. “That dress looks delicate and I don’t want to snag it.” I hold up my hands, rough from working all day. Her shy smile turns into a sly one as she presses her hands against my chest and rubs herself against me, taking the longest route possible to lay a kiss on my cheek. I turn and catch her for a deeper kiss. My hands thread into her hair, holding her still.
    “Mmm, suddenly I feel like staying home,” she murmurs as she pulls away.
    “Don’t tempt me.” My hand reaches out to finger the silver metal beading dotting the shoulders of her dress. “This is interesting.”
    Her shoulders lift and she glances away. “I bought it a while ago but haven’t had anywhere to wear it yet.”
    All right, I feel a little shitty about that. Don’t take my girl out as often as I should. She never complains about it either. And I know how much she likes getting dolled up. “I should take you out more.”
    “Sorry. That’s not why I said it,” she says in a rush, making me feel worse.
    “I know. Just an observation. Next time we go out, will you wear this for me?”
    “Sure.”
    She says it quick, as if she’ll never have to worry about honoring my request because I’m not going to take her anywhere.
    Guess that means I need to prove her wrong.
    “Rock! We’re ready!” Wrath shouts down the hall.
    “Give me another kiss.”
    This time she’s quick about it.
    “Text me when you get downtown.”
    “Okay.”
    Guys are all waiting for me and I don’t feel a lick of guilt. I’ve certainly waited on their asses plenty of times.
    “Let’s do this.”
    Wrath shuts the war room doors behind us and we get down to business.
    Sparky’s finishing up drying time on a new crop which we’ll be delivering to Green Street Crew tomorrow night. “We’re all set for that?” I eye the guys who’ll be joining me for that adventure and get a round of yeses.
    I point at Wrath first, which raises a few eyebrows.
    “Gym’s good. Got Twitch working there, cleaning after hours.”
    “You trust him?”
    “Yeah. He’s a good kid. Got a fucked-up home life. No different than any of us had.”
    “Okay. Anything else?”
    He shakes his head.
    Bricks lifts his chin. “No fights?”
    “Nah, I think I’m done.”
    Z and I are the only ones who don’t react as if he said he planned to take up stripping in his spare time.
    “Dex, you’re up.”
    He sits forward and grins. “The two Viper chicks you okay’d? Mariella didn’t work out. Chick had no I.D. and looked about fifteen.”
    “Christ,” I mutter. Fucking president of the Vipers talking me into that shit still pisses me off. “What’d you do?”
    Z pipes up. “Sent her home. We were nice about it, but I ain’t risking our legit business on that nonsense.”
    “Good. Ransom has a problem with it, I’ll handle it. What about the other one?”
    Z and Dex share a look I don’t care for before Dex answers. “She’s quiet. Hot, good dancer, but keeps to herself.”
    “Good. Keep your dicks out of her,” I warn.
    Z has the nerve to act offended. Dex just rolls his eyes.
    “Anything else from there?”
    “Money took a dip. End of the semester slow down. I think it will pick back up during wedding season,” Z reports with a smirk.
    “I’m sure.”
    Teller relays his usual thorough money report. Everyone’s interested in the bottom line, which he knows, so of course he takes his time getting to the good part.
    Murphy’s agitated about the run he’s trying to organize to Virginia Beach. “Can’t find a large enough block of rooms.”
    “Should have started looking earlier, dick,” Wrath snarks.
    “No shit, brother. With