Devil's Fall: Dust Bowl Devils MC by Britten Thorne Read Free Book Online

usual - and right now they dictated that he help her cut her hair.
    He climbed up on the bed and knelt behind her. She passed him the scissors and mumbled “Thanks,” then said, “Just try for a straight line, I suppose.”
    “I’ve cut hair before,” he grumbled, gathering the back portion in his hands and pulling it taut. He paused there - the sight made his blood run hotter and his dick stir in his pants. He wanted to tug a little harder, bend her head back and attack her mouth with his. Soon. This is gonna happen. Maybe one of the strippers or the club girls would go for it easily and immediately, but he doubted Senna was the type. He needed to be patient with this sort of girl. He needed to return to the subject at hand. “Usually shorter than this, though. If you wanted a buzz cut I could take care of you easy.”
    “Oh.” She wrung her hands as he snipped at the hair, going for a straight line as she’d said but with little success.It was sad to see such soft and pretty hair go, dumb as the thought made him feel. “Buzz cuts. Does that mean you’re in the military?”
    “Was.” He dropped the wad of hair in the trash can and started on the right side.
    “What were you?” she asked.
    His hand strayed towards his jeans pocket, where his dogtags resided. He didn’t want to talk about that. If there was anything in the world that would close him up, shut him down, it was that subject. And he didn’t want to ruin the mood right now, either. He fought down the tight feeling in his gut and cut away another portion of her hair and didn’t reply.
    “If you don’t want to talk about it-”
    “I don’t.”
    “I’m sorry.” He threw away another lock then started on the left in silence.
    He stood and circled her once he was through. The cut was choppy but it could have been worse. More concerning was the fact that she’d just had half her hair hacked off by a near-stranger and still wore the same calm expression. He needed to change that. “Pretty drastic,” he said, “Once you dye it you’ll look like a completely different person.” He smirked. “Maybe you’ll act different and loosen the hell up.”
    That got her - her eyes flashed with anger. “I nearly died today and you want me to loosen up?”
    He took a step closer, pressing his knees into hers. “I want you to do lots of things.”
    She jumped up from the bed, box of hair dye in hand, and darted for the bathroom. “I cannot believe you’re flirting right now. Is that what you do with all the ladies? Threaten to shoot them before you hit on them?”
    She slammed the bathroom door behind her. Not the exact reaction he was going for, but it was a reaction. And fair enough, he supposed it had been a stressful day so far, to say the least.
    “I’d tell you what I do with the other ladies but it might make you blush.”
    “I’ll bet.” Her snort echoed in the bathroom. “I can just imagine. I’ll bet they just fall all over you.” Maybe she’ll be a little more receptive now that she doesn’t have to look at me.
    He stood against the door as he spoke. “You’re not wrong. My reputation precedes me, usually. They know what I can do to them.”
    She snorted. “Like what?”
    He mentally cheered. There was the opening he was waiting for. “For starters I can get you all sorts of turned on just by talking to you.” He knew the power of his voice, the effect it could have on women.
    And if she wasn’t receptive, it was fun as hell just to mess with her anyway.
    “That’s just absurd,” she called through the door. He could hear her opening the box of hair dye - he knew he had a little time to tease her, so he sat with his back against the door.
    “It’s true,” he said, “I have to be pretty turned on myself to really make it work, so I’ll just think about you getting undressed in there.” Silence was the only response he got to that, so he pressed on. “Pulling those shorts off. Dropping your underwear down around your