Frisco Read Online Tijan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
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Her eyes flared again before that wall took out all her shine. “None of your business.”

“You love that hard? Accept that shit from him? Or what? Don’t know your worth—”

“Shut up!” She flew at me, but restrained herself a foot away.

I wished she’d kept coming.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Stop talking about my marriage.”

“Just now, why’d you stop yourself?” Fuck, I wanted to rile her up. I wanted her eyes to come alive. I wanted her skin to heat. I wanted to feel every inch of her against me.

She sighed. “This was pointless, wasn’t it?”

I gave her a once-over. Her tits strained against her shirt. She was bothered by me. I liked that—meant one touch and she’d burst alive.

“Not from my point of view.”

She groaned. “You used to be a nice guy…”

Now my grin was slow, because that was funny. “I was never a nice guy.”

She flicked her eyes upwards before looking away. “You weren’t a bad guy, not to Connor.”

Yeah… “Listen, we’ll leave, but you gotta give us something.” I dropped the flirting. It was riling her up, but she was a slow burner. “I’m not lying about your brother. Give us something to do for you, and we’ll leave.”

“Leaving is what I need you to do. Leaving my brother alone.”

I stared at her, long and hard.

Fuck. She meant it.

That asshole did some major damage, but why would she stay with him?

I nodded, giving in because there wasn’t anything I could do to help her except what she wanted. “We’ll go in the morning.”

Her eyes got big. “Really?”

I nodded, then moved close and touched her face. I smoothed a finger along her jaw, then cupped the side of her cheek. I raised her head up and moved in even closer. She felt amazing. Smooth. And there was no makeup. She was fresh-faced and gorgeous.

She wasn’t anything like any other woman I’d known.

She was rare.

And she was Connor’s sister.

Still.

I looked down at her, feeling her chest lift up and pause. Her lips parted. A dazed look came over her, and I moved my thumb over her mouth. The best mouth I’d ever seen. I could dip in and taste her for weeks.

“Why the fuck did you stay with that piece of shit?” I almost groaned the question, because he should be put down for sheer stupidity.

Her glazed look deepened, and I ceased thinking.

VP of the Red Demons, my ass.

Right now, I was a man wanting to touch his woman, though she didn’t know she was his woman. So I dipped my head, touched my lips to hers, and I tasted.

7

KALI

It’d been three weeks, and I was still thinking of that kiss.

God. That kiss.

That was the downside, that I hadn’t been able to get Sha—that kiss out of my head.

That kiss.

God.

The way he held my face with such gentleness…

How his lips touched—nope. I needed to stop. There was no reason to keep thinking about it, except that I needed to get laid.

But the upside? They left!

Things felt more calm and settled around town after they left, but there was also a restlessness. I could say that because I saw it. The grocery store had been slow, but then while the Red Demons were here, people had started coming in with an extra urgency in their step. The way they talked. The way they looked around. It was like the motorcycle club had woken something in the community, something new and exciting and edgy. Now it was gone, and people were like, “When are they coming back?”

That lasted until the new bikers arrived.

Who these new guys were, I didn’t know, but they wore cuts and they rode Harleys. Shane said they’d be spreading the word about my mom’s bar, so bikers would become the new norm for her establishment. They stopped through town, filling up or getting food, but mostly her bar was their pit stop. I’d heard that they’d also been spotted hanging out at Gorman’s Auto Repair, which wasn’t too surprising. I knew Allen Gorman from school, knew his dad had been in a riding club. He wasn’t in a motorcycle club—or I didn’t think he was. Maybe he had been, but it wasn’t a 1% one. Still, they’d recently renovated some of the buildings on his lot with bunk beds, so there you go, I guess.

I heard all that from the same people who wanted to know if I knew the Red Demons personally, since they’d been hanging out at my mom’s bar. That was everyone. Everyone wanted to know.

The only two who didn’t ask were my roommates, and that was mostly because they were worried about their jobs. Harper still needed a new company for his costumes, and Aly said things had been more stressful at the fire station. She didn’t elaborate on that. Because of those situations, neither of them brought up anything. To their credit, I wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d forgotten about the Red Demons. Either way, I was appreciative of the silence.



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