COME WHEN CALLED #7, The Sunrise (Billionaire & Biker MMF Menage Romance Serial) by Piper Trace Read Free Book Online Page B

before. Clearly, they’d pushed him too far, too fast.
    He spoke with his back to her. “You’ll have to explain it to him when he gets back.” Ford looked at his feet, keeping his arms crossed tightly. “Explain there won’t be a repeat of yesterday and he’s not to say he loves you or me, not in front of me, anyway. That’s not what this arrangement is about.”
    “Ford, that will break his heart!” She felt sick, picturing Charley’s eyes when she told him. She couldn’t do that to him.
    “You have yourself to blame for that.”
    She ignored his ludicrous statement. “So he loves you. What’s the big deal? There are worse things in the world than having a man like Charley love you. Don’t say it back if you don’t want to, but don’t tell him he can’t feel it.” Now her words were loud with her growing anger.
    Ford turned his head to her, his face grim. “It’s more than that. Yesterday was a mistake,” he stated flatly. “This is all a mistake.” His tone was cold as ice.
    “You were happy yesterday. I saw it. Charley and I both saw it.”
    He turned back to the window, uncrossing his arms and resting his forearm against the window molding. He clenched his fist and struck the wood hard, making her jump, but after a moment of silence, his shoulders fell as he dropped his head. He looked exhausted.
    Finally, he spoke without looking at her, his voice soft and deadly serious. “It won’t work this way. Can’t you see that?” She saw his back expand and his shoulders rise as he took a deep breath and turned around, his jaw set hard. His eyes flashed anger. “Don’t you understand that you’re ruining things? We can’t make it work like this!” Ford gestured across the bed, sheets mussed from their group-sleep, but Evie knew he meant the three of them, together, in a relationship.
    “Ford, c’mon,” Evie tried. “I know this is hard for you, but last night you said you—”
    “I know what I said!” Ford thundered. Evie flinched as if he’d struck her. Then he seemed to catch himself and started again in a controlled calm that was no less scary. “I know what I said. I was half-asleep. It was another mistake.”
    “Well, I won’t tell Charley your love for us is a mistake,” she whispered, her voice tremulous.
    “Fine.” He stalked back to the bed and met her bright eyes with his cold ones. “You don’t want to talk to Charley? You want to stay and see where things go? Fine. On one condition. That you do your fucking job.”
    Ford shook his head and looked at the floor, not her, to speak his next words. “Just do the job, Evie. It’s a simple job, really. Fuck me and do what you’re told.”
    “Jesus, Ford,” Evie whispered, but Ford ignored her.
    This time he looked her in the eye as he stabbed her again with his short summary of all that he wanted from her. “Fuck me and do what you’re told!”
    His words hurt exactly how he’d intended.
    Evie’s eyes stung with tears, her stomach tight with hurt and anxiety. She’d been so close to happiness, and she wasn’t ready to give up that ending, no matter how unlikely. She’d been prepared to leave last night, for all their goods, but then he’d said he loved them, and it changed everything.
    Now she didn’t want to go. Now she was ready to brave anything for the chance they could be happy together.
    “You don’t love us?” she asked as she hugged herself, her voice small.
    He turned away to go back to the window. He didn’t answer her question. “Evie, you understand you are not here to be my girlfriend or my wife? Or Charley’s either. Did I not make that clear?”
    He turned back to her, arms still folded in front of him. He looked so striking standing there next to the window, the morning sun streaming through the glass, highlighting the masculine lines of his nearly naked, perfect body.
    Those thoughts made her ache.
    He continued with his punishment of her, “You are here for me to fuck, not to love. Are