Addicted (Outlaws Book 2) by Elle Kennedy Read Free Book Online

states of undress. Pulsing bass music blasted through the room. It shook the walls and the linoleum floor beneath Lennox’s heavy boots as he made his way through the crowd.
    Several women wandered over to greet him, and he smacked kisses on their cheeks before continuing toward a group of familiar faces.
    Beckett broke out in a wide grin at the sight of him. “Len! My man! You made it.” The tattooed mechanic slapped Lennox’s arm in greeting before yanking him in for a hug.
    Lennox grinned at his old friend. “You know I don’t pass up any opportunity to come here. Hey, Trav.”
    Travis stepped forward to bump his fist against Lennox’s. “Good to see you, man.”
    He shook hands with a few of the other guys, who he was friendly with but not close to – Nash, Davis, and Rick.
    “Heard your place got ambushed by Enforcers,” Nash said sympathetically. “Fuckin’ blows, man.”
    “Yeah, wasn’t too happy about that,” he admitted.
    “So you and your girls are living with Connor now?” Davis looked intrigued.
    Lennox nodded, accepting the whiskey bottle Beckett passed his way. He took a deep swig and welcomed the burn that hit his stomach. Reese had the best booze, high-grade stuff she smuggled in from the city. It was potent shit.
    “How’s that working out for you?” Davis pressed when he didn’t elaborate. “Connor’s woman there too?”
    “Where else would she be?”
    “Hot as hell, that one,” Rick drawled. “Con wouldn’t let anyone touch her when she was here.”
    Lennox thought about Hudson’s tight body and flowing golden hair, and could understand exactly why Connor would want to lock that shit up. “Do you blame him?” His attention was diverted when loud laughter echoed from the vicinity of the pool table. “Well, fuck me. When did you get the table refelted?”
    Last time he’d visited, the green felt was in tatters after decades of use. Sinking a ball in any of the pockets had been like navigating a damn minefield.
    “Last week,” Beckett revealed. “Sloan and Trav were out on a supply run and came across an abandoned pub about a hundred miles south.”
    Travis rolled his dark eyes. “Sloan wouldn’t leave until we’d stripped every billiards table in the place. You should’ve seen how carefully he was slicing off the felt. Like he’d rather cut off his own finger than bring Reese an inferior product.”
    Lennox had to laugh. It was no secret that Sloan would walk through fire for Reese, but the man’s unwavering loyalty was intense sometimes.
    “Beck!”
    The men turned as Jamie flew up to the group. Blue eyes shining happily, she threw her arms around Beckett, who lifted her off her feet and hugged her tight.
    Seeing Jamie look so happy flooded Lennox’s chest with warmth. Maybe it was a good thing he’d allowed her to come along. They’d been through too much shit lately – losing their home, losing their close friend Nell… Fuck, now his chest was aching, because he was suddenly hit with the memory of Jamie sitting on the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks as she held Nell’s lifeless body in her arms.
    The ambush on their house had been an unwelcome reminder of how fleeting life in the free land could be. People died. They always fucking died. But even knowing that, Lennox felt wrecked every time he was forced to grieve for someone he’d cared about.
    Tonight wasn’t about grieving, though. It was about seeing old friends and having fun. Enjoying a rare respite from the bullshit beyond Foxworth’s gates.
    “I missed you,” Jamie told Beckett before planting her lips square on his mouth.
    Beckett slipped her some tongue, then lowered her down and slung an arm around her shoulder. “Missed you too, babe.” His hand nonchalantly eased lower to cup her left breast over her tight black tank.
    In retaliation, she reached out and squeezed one of Beckett’s sculpted pecs, hard enough to make him wince.
    “No fair,” the dark-haired man griped. “My