Breaking Away [Smoky Mountain Motorcycles] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Grae McTavish Read Free Book Online Page A

lot of progress.” He struggled for something to say that didn’t sound inane. “Are all the guests gone? You had a crowd here this afternoon.”
    “What? Oh yes, they are a handful. Sweet ladies though.” She began fiddling with the centerpieces on the tables in the dining room. He watched her move from table to table, adjusting each candle, though to him they looked exactly the same.
    “And the rest of the guests checked out? Everyone seemed to go crazy over your blackberry scones this morning.”
    “Thanks. They are always popular.” She’d moved on to adjusting the pictures around the room.
    He hated that things were so awkward and knew it was all his fault. It was time to man up. “Look, I’m sorry for…” He fumbled for the right words, not sure what to apologize for first.
    “For treating me like a bad booty call?” she suggested, though she seemed as surprised as he was by her boldness. Her hand went to her mouth, and a bright blush colored her cheeks.
    “Well, yes, that. I didn’t mean to be such a jerk this morning. I....” Damn, this was hard. He’d rather face an entire gang of pissed-off bikers. “I should have treated you better last night. I know you’re a lady, and…”
    She moved so suddenly he was stunned into silence. Her elegantly boned hand covered his lips. “Please don’t apologize for last night. I don’t think I could handle it if you regretted it.”
    “Regretted it? Are you nuts?” He stepped closer, loving the heat coming off her curvy body. “Last night was unbelievable. I was apologizing for being so rough. I promise I’ll be gentler from now on.”
    She stared at him for a second, and then to his complete shock, she actually stomped on his foot. “Don’t you dare! If you want back into my bed, you better bring the badass. If I wanted some prissy hand-holding excuse for a man, I’d be dating one of the fools my family keeps trying to set me up with.” She stomped across the room and began mangling a silk-flower arrangement.
    He felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of her dating any man but him. Her family would certainly never approve of him either, but he’d heard her on the phone. She wasn’t interested in what they had to offer. This gave him hope, and then the last of her words sank in. “You want the Neanderthal?”
    “Oh yes!” She blushed as she said it, but then threw her shoulders back, refusing to be intimidated.
    He took a step toward her. “You want to be thrown down on the bed and fucked?”
    She nodded, standing her ground.
    “Maybe I should bend you over my bike and shove my cock so far into your hot, tight pussy that you scream and come all over me.”
    Another nod as she chewed her lip.
    Taking another step toward her, he felt like a tiger stalking his prey. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?”
    “God yes!” Her voice was husky this time, but she still didn’t back down.
    He knew he was intimidating when he was in full-on Neanderthal mode. He’d seen seasoned whores step back, but not Willa. “You want to be my dirty little girl, don’t you?”
    “Please.” A whimper now, but he knew it wasn’t from fear. Her chest heaved, and he could see the hard tips of her nipples poking through her thin top. He really did love the thin silk blouses she preferred and the long, flowing skirts. She looked so demure, and he wondered what she had on underneath.
    “You like the idea of me shoving my hand up under your skirt and ripping your panties off, don’t you?” He was almost on her now. He could feel the heat of her body, smell the sweet hint of her arousal.
    He scooped her up and placed her on the edge of the dark-walnut buffet that sat along one wall. He made quick work of her skirt and shredded her panties, but instead of his hands going to his zipper, he went to his knees.
    “What…what are you doing?” she stammered, her eyes wide, confused.
    “This is a buffet, right? Well, baby, it’s time for me to