Chasing Down Changes (Moroad Motorcycle Club) by Debra Kayn Read Free Book Online

buttoned his Levis, and fastened his belt. A shiver of arousal crawled up her spine, and she fidgeted. How could he be the same man when he'd grown taller, wider, and bigger all over. Her gaze followed his broad hands.
    Hands twice as big and scarred.
    She sucked in her breath. His hands had touched every part of her body, and she could imagine how they'd feel on her skin now.
    The movement to her left grabbed her attention. She whipped her gaze to the spot and found Lola sitting on the bed, wrapped tight in a blanket. Her senses came back with a cold vengeance, hitting her straight in the chest.
    Lola raised her brows in question. Tiff pivoted and faced Cam.
    "Let me leave," she whispered.
    Cam leaned against the door frame, blocking her exit.
    She closed her eyes an extra beat, trying to remain calm when all she wanted to do was slap the closest person. "Please."
    "Kid?" said Cam.
    Jeremy's presence warmed her back. Sandwiched between father and son, she could do nothing but plead silently with her eyes for Cam to take pity on her.
    "Yeah?" Jeremy's even deeper voice than his dad rolled through her.
    "Take care of your problem." Cam's gaze shifted to Lola. He nodded and walked away from the door.
    Not missing her chance, Tiff hurried out of the room and marched across the parking lot leaving Jeremy behind with Lola. She focused on the road and put one foot in front of the other to keep from falling on her face.
    "Damn him," she whisper-hissed. Why he'd chosen Lola, a Moroad woman, a bitch, over her continued to confuse her. Not one of the Moroad members ever settled with one of the women who stayed around to entertain all the bikers. Why should they? They could get laid for nothing more than wearing the patch on their vest and pledging their life to the club.
    "Tiff."
    She kept walking, squeezing her lips together. Jeremy would never find out the amount of hurt he threw in her face seeing him with Lola. Fifteen years she'd lived with the knowledge of not being good enough and losing to someone she used to call a friend.
    He stayed with Lola, and for what?
    Lola was older than Jeremy. She had wrinkles. Her pussy was probably a dried up gaping hole that echoed when she walked.
    A motorcycle roared behind her. She snapped out of kicking herself and walked faster. Jeremy wouldn't mess with her in town. He had his freedom to protect and the threat of Bantorus coming after him or the sheriff spotting him if he caused trouble in Federal.
    The roar and wind rushed by her as Jeremy cut her off and stopped his bike in her path. She involuntarily stepped off the asphalted road to the gravel on the edge. She'd never make it the quarter of a mile to the gas station where she could seek safety and surround herself with other people not associated with Moroad.
    Jeremy hitched his chin. "Get on."
    "I'll walk."
    "Get on." He revved the motor.
    She glanced around for anyone traveling by car. She'd stick her thumb out and get a ride before she settled on the back of Jeremy's Harley. Except the early morning hour meant traffic was slow and even if she screamed for help, there was nobody around to hear her.
    "I need to go back to Silver Girls and start work." She crossed her arms.
    Jeremy reached down and pushed the foot peg out. "That's where I'm taking you."
    Her confidence took a nose dive. She studied him and couldn't tell if he was lying to her or telling the truth. The loss of having the closeness with him where she understood his every expression and hung on his every word left her weak.
    It wasn't lost on her how she stood in the road and was facing down a recent release from the state prison, a felon, a biker. There were times in the past when murderers, thieves, and drug lords surrounded her, and she still only saw Jeremy as the man she loved.
    She no longer believed he'd keep her safe when he was the threat.
    "I'm serious. I only have a few hours before the customers start coming by, and I have a lot to do." She raked her top teeth