Burned Rebel (Comanche Sons Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Sophia Hampton Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Sophia Hampton
declared.
She giggled and switched on the music. As the song blared in the car, he nodded his head along with the music. Soon, they reached the cabin and unloaded their stuff. “It’s a simple place,” she said.
Chance had been to the cabin once before, and he was prepared. They had enough food to last for three days. He’d brought extra blankets and a flashlight. “There is no electricity at night.”
“Oh dear, what will we do for entertainment?”
He ran his hand through her hair and grabbed a handful. Wrapping it around his finger, he tugged her closer and planted a kiss on her lips. She was warm and soft, and the brief contact was enough to make his nerve sizzle. “I believe I can think of a few things.”
She pushed him away. “I bet you can. Come on, let’s first haul all this stuff inside, and then I need to go for a walk on the beach, and you, mister, will join me.”
“Sex on the beach?”
She waved a finger at him. “If you are very, very good…”
They laughed and walked outside to take things from the car into the cabin. Chance looked forward to this mini vacation. It was a way to win back their sanity from the crazy events that plagued them. As he unloaded stuff, Chance noticed the sketch book and art supplies. He carried them inside and put them on the table. She put the last bag on the floor and closed the door.
“Planning to do some drawings?”
Her gaze traveled to the sketch book and a slow smile spread over her lips. “Sure, why not. If I get time.”
“The art dealer was quite hopeful. I nearly fell out of my chair when he said that he estimated that each sketch might go for a minimum of a thousand dollars.”
“I bet he would get more than that.” She opened the fridge and began to put the food inside. He helped her. “I liked that man. He had gumption. I can see that he was excited about selling them, and that makes me feel confident that he would do his best to get the best price.”
“He selected seventeen sketches, and if he gets a thousand each, that’s seventeen thousand right there.”
“Oh yeah. I can see that you are totally excited about this.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? That’s a good amount to have in your savings account.”
She closed the fridge, put her hands on her hips, and cocked her head. “We can use that money for the bar.”
He turned away and picked up the bag. Carrying it in the bedroom, he dumped it on the bed. “We’ve talked about it before.”
“And we didn’t agree on anything.”
“That’s because you’re being pig-headed as usual. I have already told you that we each put in equal amount for the bar, and you have enough savings for that already. This money you can keep in your bank and use it for something for yourself.”
“The bar would also be mine.”
He held her hands. “It would make me feel a lot better if you had this money sitting in your bank, in case of emergencies. Or better yet, just spend it on getting a nice bauble, a ring perhaps. Or a bracelet.”
She stepped closer and put her head on his shoulder. It felt nice, comfortable. “Don’t be silly. I don’t need to buy jewelry to feel better. I have you for that.”
“That’s a nice thing to say.”
She swatted his butt and moved away when he attempted to grab her. She giggled, as he chased her through the cabin. They ended up on the couch. He kissed her and felt the slow burn of desire skip and slide through his veins. It didn’t matter what he did, the woman made him hot with need every time he was with her. As his hands roamed over her back, he drew her in and inhaled the scent of her perfume. He didn’t want to let go, but with reluctance, he lifted his head.
“You could make a saint forget his vows.”
She put a hand on his cheek and rubbed. The sweet gesture was enough to make his heart swell with love. “I love you.”
The more she
She giggled and switched on the music. As the song blared in the car, he nodded his head along with the music. Soon, they reached the cabin and unloaded their stuff. “It’s a simple place,” she said.
Chance had been to the cabin once before, and he was prepared. They had enough food to last for three days. He’d brought extra blankets and a flashlight. “There is no electricity at night.”
“Oh dear, what will we do for entertainment?”
He ran his hand through her hair and grabbed a handful. Wrapping it around his finger, he tugged her closer and planted a kiss on her lips. She was warm and soft, and the brief contact was enough to make his nerve sizzle. “I believe I can think of a few things.”
She pushed him away. “I bet you can. Come on, let’s first haul all this stuff inside, and then I need to go for a walk on the beach, and you, mister, will join me.”
“Sex on the beach?”
She waved a finger at him. “If you are very, very good…”
They laughed and walked outside to take things from the car into the cabin. Chance looked forward to this mini vacation. It was a way to win back their sanity from the crazy events that plagued them. As he unloaded stuff, Chance noticed the sketch book and art supplies. He carried them inside and put them on the table. She put the last bag on the floor and closed the door.
“Planning to do some drawings?”
Her gaze traveled to the sketch book and a slow smile spread over her lips. “Sure, why not. If I get time.”
“The art dealer was quite hopeful. I nearly fell out of my chair when he said that he estimated that each sketch might go for a minimum of a thousand dollars.”
“I bet he would get more than that.” She opened the fridge and began to put the food inside. He helped her. “I liked that man. He had gumption. I can see that he was excited about selling them, and that makes me feel confident that he would do his best to get the best price.”
“He selected seventeen sketches, and if he gets a thousand each, that’s seventeen thousand right there.”
“Oh yeah. I can see that you are totally excited about this.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? That’s a good amount to have in your savings account.”
She closed the fridge, put her hands on her hips, and cocked her head. “We can use that money for the bar.”
He turned away and picked up the bag. Carrying it in the bedroom, he dumped it on the bed. “We’ve talked about it before.”
“And we didn’t agree on anything.”
“That’s because you’re being pig-headed as usual. I have already told you that we each put in equal amount for the bar, and you have enough savings for that already. This money you can keep in your bank and use it for something for yourself.”
“The bar would also be mine.”
He held her hands. “It would make me feel a lot better if you had this money sitting in your bank, in case of emergencies. Or better yet, just spend it on getting a nice bauble, a ring perhaps. Or a bracelet.”
She stepped closer and put her head on his shoulder. It felt nice, comfortable. “Don’t be silly. I don’t need to buy jewelry to feel better. I have you for that.”
“That’s a nice thing to say.”
She swatted his butt and moved away when he attempted to grab her. She giggled, as he chased her through the cabin. They ended up on the couch. He kissed her and felt the slow burn of desire skip and slide through his veins. It didn’t matter what he did, the woman made him hot with need every time he was with her. As his hands roamed over her back, he drew her in and inhaled the scent of her perfume. He didn’t want to let go, but with reluctance, he lifted his head.
“You could make a saint forget his vows.”
She put a hand on his cheek and rubbed. The sweet gesture was enough to make his heart swell with love. “I love you.”
The more she
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