A Wedding Story by Dee Tenorio Read Free Book Online

away to the last time they’d done this. The situation had been completely different. His hands were shaking then too, but because she’d been smiling, waiting for him to push her shirt up over her breasts, to take what she was offering…
    “I’m most concerned about the cut Frank gave me. It might need stitches.” She groaned, oblivious to his memories. “Asshole shredded my favorite jacket.”
    He peeled the fabric of her T-shirt over her ribs, baring a four-inch slice in her perfect, golden skin.
    Skin that should never have been abused like this.
    Given the arc, she must have just barely gotten out of the way of Carter’s blade. Not out of the way enough.
    “I have to get my kit.” He kept the cabin stocked for just about any emergency. There’d be a suture kit in there. He’d know if she needed it once he got the wound clean.
    Trina’s hand clasped his, dragging his attention from her body and back to those deep blue eyes.
    “I’m sorry I dragged you into this, Cade.” Her voice had dropped to that husky, raspy tone. The one that always felt like a slow lick from the base of his cock to the aching, sensitive tip. “You’re the only one I can trust.”
    Just like that, she had him tied up in knots al over again.
    Cade grunted. It’s what she’d expect from him.
    Inwardly, he was having a hel of a time not jumping up to get a gun and hunt down the son of a bitch who’d done this to her. He knew Frank Carter wel .
    Had dragged him into the Sheriff’s Department often enough, not that anything ever stuck. The sadistic bastard headed Wheels Of Pain , a biker crew that based itself in the usual y quiet rural California town of Marketta. Carter’s offenses ran from domestic violence to drug running to suspicion of murder, and he had the record elsewhere to support al of it.
    Everywhere, in fact, except Marketta. As soon as he hit the town limits, suddenly Carter was so clean you’d think he’d been shat right out of an angel’s ass. Him and every ex-con who ran with him…
    Including the impossible to resist Katrina Kil ian.
    Tamping down a gurgling rage, Cade pul ed his hand free and went to gather his supplies. First things first, he grabbed his T-shirt from the chair and dragged it on. Being half-dressed around Trina was an invitation to trouble. Next, the kit was easy to get.
    As big as a fishing tackle box, he kept it under the bottom shelf in the pantry. He stopped at the cabinet beside the spartan dinner table and pul ed out a bottle of whiskey. Catching his own reflection in the mirror over the cabinet, he took another precious second to pour himself a shot in one of the many glasses stacked there. He threw it back, the fire spreading down his throat for long seconds before final y fading into a warm, smooth aftertaste. Blinking his stinging eyes, he grabbed the bottle by the neck and went back to the couch. More importantly, to the wounded woman waiting there for him.
    “Tel me I get a swig of that.” Trina sighed. “After the day I’ve had, I could use some.” She raised a hand for the bottle and, given he didn’t have much else to numb her pain, he handed it to her readily. It had nothing to do with his appreciation of the way she gripped the neck and slid her ful pink lips over the rim to drink it down.
    He knew exactly how it felt to be that bottle.
    Or at least, he did. Once.

    It hadn’t lasted long enough.
    And it could never happen again.
    He lifted the heavy-duty latches on the case and flipped open the lid to reveal the supplies within.
    First things first, gloves. Then he’d clean her up and get a better look at the field. “How about you tel me what happened this time while I fix you up?”
    “You say that like I’m always bleeding around you.”
    “You are a woman who likes attention.”
    “I like your attention,” she groused. “There’s a difference.”
    His hands stil ed, but when he looked at her face, her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed into deep,