Broken Biker (Whiskey Run – Guardians MC #2) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Whiskey Run Guardians MC Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
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Kane steps away from me out into the hallway, and I have to walk farther into the room before turning to face him. He puts his hand on the doorframe above him, and I can’t resist looking at him from head to toe. It’s obvious he works out, or maybe he got that way from his job, not that I know what an MC president does for a living or anything. I’m completely lost in thought when he says, "I'm going to sleep in my office tonight. You’ll have the room to yourself, and there’s a lock on the door.”

Guilt rages through me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean... I mean, I know you didn’t expect me to sleep with you... I shouldn’t have...”

The more I talk, the more my thoughts get jumbled. Kane reaches for me and puts a calming hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay, Allison. I know what you meant. I'll give you some time to shower, and then some more of the guys will be back. I'd like to introduce you to them."

I take a deep breath and let it out. I should argue with him and tell him I’m not going to take his room, but I know it would be pointless. So instead, I mumble, “Okay."

He walks down the hallway we just came through, and I close the door behind him.

I pick the bag up that he’d dropped on the floor and put it on the bed. Restless, I start to walk around the room. I know I don't need to be nosy, and this man has been nothing but nice to me, but I can't help but be drawn to the photo that is positioned in the corner of the mirror. I look closely, and it's a little blond-haired boy. Is Kane a dad? Damn, I wonder if he's married. I don't know why that irks me, but it does.

I take my mind off all of it and go through the bag that Violet gave me. There are jeans, T-shirts, a bra, a toothbrush that's still in the package, a hairbrush, a little thing of mascara, and even a brand-new pack of panties. I don't know how her husband pulled it all off, but he gathered everything that I would need. I grab a change of clothes and walk into the attached bathroom.

I shower quickly, even though what I want to do is take my time. I get dressed, brushing my hair out and letting it lie wet across my shoulders. I'm barely back into the room when there's a knock at the door. My stomach does a weird fluttering, and I wonder if it’s Kane back already. I put a smile on my face, and instead of telling whoever to come in, I go toward it and open it slightly. A woman is standing at the door, and I open it wider. I force a smile on my face, even though she's scowling at me. She's holding up a pair of tennis shoes that are dangling from her fingers. "The pres said to bring you shoes and see if you need anything."

"Thank you," I tell her genuinely, taking the shoes from her hand. I point to my heels over in the corner of the room. “I definitely wouldn't want to wear those the whole time I'm here.”

The woman seems to size me up as she looks over me from head to toe. "Oh yeah, do you plan on being here long?"

I can tell that she doesn't like the sound of that. I shake my head, wondering if this is Kane's girlfriend or maybe the mother of his son.

I probably shouldn't, but instantly I dislike her. But I think the feeling is mutual because the longer that she stands there, the deeper her scowl gets. Finally, I answer her. "No, I don't think I'm going to be here long at all, actually."

"That’s good because..." But before she can even get the words out, Kane is standing behind her. "That'll be all, Ashley."

With one last dirty look, she walks out of the room. She smiles at Kane, but he doesn’t even look at her. No, he’s looking at me, and his gaze is intense. I had thought I was imagining the way he looks at me, but maybe not.

Kane is filling up the entire doorway as he stares at me. I don't know what it is, but I feel hot all over when he looks at me the way he is right now. I wait for the guilt to come. I'm a widow of two days. My husband just died, and I definitely shouldn't be thinking the thoughts that I'm thinking right now with Kane. I’m sure he’d probably freak out if I acted on what I want to do to him right now.

But the guilt never does come. The longer that he stands there watching me, the more it affects my body. I can feel my nipples harden against the bra. I cross my arms over my chest and try to hide the emotion in my voice. "Did you need something, Kane?"


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