Exquisite Redemption (Iron Horse MC Book 3) by Ann Mayburn Read Free Book Online

good idea, Mr. Beach.” There was a teasing tone to her voice when she said that, but I liked the way her hips shifted as she rubbed her thighs together. “For all I know, you could be some psycho who wants to take me out into the desert and make a sculpture out of my bones.”
    A surprised laugh escaped me and I grinned down at her. She was kind of weird, but I liked that too. Been a while since I had a bitch who didn’t fall on my dick on command, and I found myself enjoying talking with her. “Fine, we’ll do the get-to-know-you bullshit. Where you from?”
    Sarah smiled at me, her full lips parting to reveal a million-dollar smile. “Las Vegas.”
    “Ahhh, Sin City.”
    “Yep,” she took a small step closer, a flirtatious smile curving her lips. “What about you? Where do you hang your hat?”
    “I’m not too far away from you out in Austin.” I noticed her gaze scanning my chest again, reading my patches. I’d bet my left nut she had no idea what most of them meant.
    She perked up and the light in her eyes drew me. “Austin, huh? I have a sister in Houston. I’ve driven through Austin a couple times. Neat city, lots of energy and culture.”
    “Small fuckin’ world.”
    She gave me a bemused smile. “Yeah, it is.”
    Without thinking, I grabbed her hand and tugged her over to one of the benches set up around the perimeter of the fire. Her fingers were slender, the back of her hand soft, but her palm was rougher than most women’s and I wondered how she’d gotten those callouses. Another throb of want tightened my balls as she lightly stroked my hand with her thumb. As soon as they saw us coming, the people who were sitting on the bench cleared out.
    I straddled it then sat down, surprised when Sarah did the same so our knees were almost touching. I took a quick look down to make sure she wasn’t flashing the crowd, that damned greedy streak rearing its head again, and my dick appreciated the sexy black panties she wore that almost looked like tiny shorts. Her skin glowed with good health and I loved drinking her in.
    She was the kind of woman a man could look at every day and be happy. No matter how hard and ugly things got, if I had beauty like this waiting at home for me, I’d be happy. Shit, just looking at her brought me the kind of pleasure that sent a surge of energy through me. A cool beauty for sure, with her icy blue eyes and white blonde hair. Like staring at the stars out in the desert on a clear winter night.
    Jesus, I sound like some horny thirteen-year-old with his first crush.
    Fucking pathetic. I needed to get my shit together and stop being distracted by the sexual tension building between us. Still, her large tits moved with every breath she took and I wanted to rip her top down and get my lips on her nipples. I wondered if they’d be large or small, if they’d be sensitive or if I could put clamps on them. Yeah, fucking jeweled clamps that would sway on her constricted nipples while she rode me.
    “So what do you do, Mr. Beach?”
    Snapped out of the porno running in my head, I ran her question through my mind and hesitated. I didn’t want to go into detail about my job, not when we’d just met. It might freak her out, or she could be one of those bitches who would fall to her knees as soon as she figured out just how much influence I have in the world. And how much money. Unfortunately that kind of easy pussy didn’t do anything for me for beyond a fuck and I’d reached the point in my life where I wanted more from a woman than sex.
    Still testing the waters, I answered her question with one of my own. “How ’bout you, sugar. What brings you to Sturgis?”
    She rolled her eyes with a grin. “Evasive much?”
    Smirking, I had to resist the urge to run my hands along the endless expanse of her toned thighs. This woman seriously had a body better than anything I’d ever seen. Add to that her drop-dead gorgeous face, and my desire to have her moaning beneath me had me