Winter's Touch (The Last Riders Book 8) Read Online Free

had come into her hospital room and told her the damage done to her body by the deranged deputy. That had been four years ago, and since then, she had healed and been to several doctors, hoping they could have a successful pregnancy.
    Viper wouldn’t be swayed, though. When he made up his mind about something, there was no changing it. The Last Riders depended on that confidence; Winter just wished she could change his mind this one time.
    Every day that passed, she felt her hope slip further away. When they had first married, she’d had a picture of their child in her mind. Day by day, the picture became dimmer. She was afraid she would one day wake up and it would be gone; her dream would have died.

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    “ D on’t you want to play?” Rider asked, as he looked up from the cards he was holding. The kitchen was empty except for Crash and Rider.
    “Not tonight. It’s been a long day.”
    Winter was exhausted. She had come in the back door of the kitchen and only stopped long enough to answer Rider’s question. She was cranky, having missed dinner because of two parent conferences. Now she just wanted to go to bed.
    “Maybe tomorrow night,” she told him.
    She opened the kitchen door, finding the main room filled with members. Viper was sitting on a chair, and Moon was sitting in the one next to him as she entered.
    She was going up to Viper to kiss him before she went upstairs to bed, but before she could make a move, Sasha walked up behind him and Moon, provocatively linking her hands over Moon’s shoulders.
    “Come on! You promised me a rematch.”
    She had on a tight pair of shorts and a purple top that showed her large breasts when she leaned over, giving Viper a view of her tits.
    Winter turned on her heels, heading toward the stairs.
    “Later, Sasha.” Moon grabbed her wrists, jerking her away from him.
    She made a disappointed face, pouting as she moved to their side. “How about you, Viper?” She tossed herself onto his lap, winding her arms around his neck.
    Any other time, Winter would have let Viper handle the situation, but she decided that only a wife should deal with this.
    Dropping her briefcase on the floor, Winter walked toward them. Like a striking snake, she grabbed a handful of Sasha’s strawberry curls, pulling Sasha off her husband’s lap.
    “There is only one bitch who gets to sit on his lap, and it isn’t you,” Winter snarled down at the woman.
    Sasha’s face crumpled, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why did you do that? I was only joking around with him.”
    The bitch was trying to turn the tables on her?
    Winter leaned down, determined to show Sasha just how funny she thought her flirting with Viper was.
    “That’s enough, Winter. Go on upstairs to bed.”
    Winter’s mouth dropped open at his order. He was taking up for Sasha?
    Winter straightened, going to pick up her briefcase, but Viper’s hand was there before she could.
    She jerked away from his touch before he could put an arm around her and took her briefcase from him. When he then started to follow her to the steps, she glared at him, stopping on the bottom stair. “I’m going to bed… just like you ordered me. Believe me, you do not want to go up there with me right now.”
    Viper’s face grew angry, but he stepped back, letting her go upstairs alone.
    She wanted to slam the bedroom door, but she closed it softly. However, taking off her flat dress shoes, she used her toes to throw them across the room. When that didn’t help her anger, she hoped a shower would cool the rage boiling through her system.
    Turning on some music, she showered and put on a nightgown, knowing Viper hated it when she wore one. Then she sat down on the bed, staring down at the briefcase of work she had brought home. The thought of working while Viper was downstairs with Sasha gave her a headache. She was probably basking in Viper’s sympathy.
    She pushed the briefcase away before lying back on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. It