Damned: Seven Tribesmen MC by Evelyn Glass Read Free Book Online Page B

jumble of kissing, groans, a squeaky bed, and heat fluttered through her brain. A blush raced across Stella's face as the bathroom door opened. Wide-eyed, her gaze snapped to a buck-naked Bishop. The man leaned in the door frame of the bathroom, half a grin cocked on his lips. Stella's gaze flicked over his body from the light red scratches on his shoulders then south to his morning wood. Her face burned hotter as residual memories and sensations bled into her body.
     
    “Ready for another round, sweetheart?”
     
    His voice broke the hormonal frenzy stirring in Stella's mind. Her gaze shot to his face, a flush of anger prickling into her blush. His gaze headed south, to her exposed breasts. Stella snatched at her comforter, covering herself from his leering gaze. “Last night never happened.”
     
    “I got scratches to prove otherwise,” chuckled Bishop as he swaggered closer to the bed. He tapped at his temple, his grin growing, “And your screams ringing in my head.”
     
    “Shut up, Bishop,” snapped Stella, gaze averted.
     
    “Aw, no more Art?” He leaned onto the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. The man tilted his head, trying to catch Stella's gaze. “Or is that just bedroom talk?”
     
    “There is no bedroom t a‒ ” A chiming interrupted Stella's snarl. It took her mind a few seconds before she realized what it was: her cellphone. She scrambled off of the bed, the blanket clutched to her chest. The woman snatched her pants off the floor, pulling her cellphone from a pocket. Before flipping the phone open, she shot Bishop a glare and motioned for him to stay quiet. The man simply grinned as he lounged back on the bed with his head propped up on his hands.
     
    Shamefully, Stella found the sight of him draped over her bed with his smug grin enticing. She shook away the leftover hormones and snapped the phone open, “Agent Holmes, here.”
     
    Bishop watched the woman in her enticing blanket wrap pace the floor, grunting short replies to whoever was on the phone. As she strode, he caught glimpses of her luscious body beneath her modest covering. His cock twitched, remembering her damp, hot recesses. Bishop licked his lips, mind meandering over hopeful fantasies. He wanted to feel her cling tightly to him, in every way imaginable.
     
    “Yeah, I'll be there soon.” With that, she snapped her phone shut. Stella pointedly ignored the man on the bed as she gathered a fresh outfit for the day. With every step, her body throbbed, a constant reminder of the activities from last night. When she made her way to the bathroom, she paused in the doorway. She glanced over her shoulder toward the bed, and she found Bishop watching her with intense interest. Stella swallowed, her body reacting to his gaze, “I got to get ready for work.”
     
    His eyes lit up, eyebrow cocked as he asked, “Want me to join you?”
     
    Stella's body screamed “yes.” Her core warmed and tingled at the very thought, and her thighs trembled with eagerness. Despite the momentary hiatus, her propriety and common sense returned with fiery vengeance. Her firm resolve slapped her sore hormones down. “No. Be gone by the time I'm out of the shower.”
     
    Before he could reply or she could rescind her demand, Stella swept into the bathroom.

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    Dull pain throbbed through Stella as she marched into the Grand River police department. Even her morning coffee – picked up at the First Time Diner – couldn't assuage the exhaustion in her limbs. On top of that, a slight taste of disappointment lingered in her mouth. Bishop had listened to her and left while she was in the shower.
     
    He wasn't as anti-authoritarian as she thought. Stella savagely shook the pondering away. No, he listened to her. That was a good thing. If that was true, however, why did an angry pinch snag in her stomach?
     
    Her frustration with herself was short-lived as Stan rounded the front desk. “Where have you been ?”
     
    “My