Full Heat: A Brothers of Mayhem Novel by Carla Swafford Read Free Book Online

released the armrests, and before he realized it, they cupped his groin and massaged.
    She rolled over and smacked her lips.
    He snapped his hands away.
    Jesus H. Christ! He was in hell.

Chapter 5
    Struggling to wake as a rooster crowed nearby, Mary Jane turned over and groaned.
    “Mom, tell Dad to lock Lenny in the barn and shut him up,” she mumbled.
    “Who’s Lenny?”
    The deep voice shot her straight to a sitting position in the bed. Blinking, she looked around and spotted the sexiest man she’d ever seen. His tousled blond hair made him look like he’d been well used during the night. He reclined in a huge leather chair, his broad chest bare, his thickly muscled arm slung across the top of the chair above his head, and a hand dangling over the back.
    She wished she could move fast enough to grab her cellphone and snap a picture. Chances were he would move and spoil the effect.
    When his gaze leisurely traveled down her body, she remembered everything. Then bing! Her nipples tightened. The man did charge her battery.
    “Lenny?” he reminded her.
    “Our rooster on the commune.”
    “Commune, heh?” A twinkle brightened those beautiful eyes.
    Her face flushed. Since moving into civilization, as Jimmy always—
    Oh, my. Jimmy.
    Tears welled up.
    “Don’t start crying. You don’t have to tell me about it if you’re that homesick.” His alarmed expression said he was about to run out of the room.
    “No. I’m not homesick. I remembered about Jimmy.” She cleared her throat. His gaze dropped and glued to her legs. Her face heated more. She pulled up the sheet to her waist. Wanting her mind on something else, she said, “Lenny was our rooster back home. He crowed every time we turned around. Used to drive us crazy.”
    “I thought they only crowed at daybreak.”
    “Oh, no, city boy. They crow like dogs bark whenever they become excited or startled.”
    He glanced at his cellphone resting on a small table. “Speaking of daybreak, it’s eleven. Let’s get going and find some food. Then we’ll call the cops and ask if they learned anything new.”
    She stayed under the covers and wrapped her arms around her raised knees. At first, she stared because the words “call the cops” sounded abnormal coming out of an outlaw biker’s mouth. Oddly, that was the second time he’d said it in the last twenty-four hours.
    But when he stood and stretched, fingertips almost reaching the ceiling, her eyes refused to turn away. She squeezed her legs together. Had he any idea that his pecs, abs, and biceps were a sight to be seen? He was cut enough to impress without looking overblown.
    Tattoos covered both arms and around his torso, but nothing on the upper back. She’d expected to see the club’s logo, a flaming skull sticking out its tongue, spread across his shoulders. She’d heard it was a common way to show loyalty and dedication. Only downside, if a person ever left the club on less-than-good terms, the tattoo would be taken off, by any means necessary. Something that would be terribly painful.
    “I’ll be out of here in a few minutes.” He slid open a panel with finger holes she hadn’t noticed before, revealing a closet. He pulled out a T-shirt and another pair of jeans and headed for the bathroom.
    She sighed, mourning a little when he shut the door.
    She was glad she’d taken time to shower before hitting the bed last night. Although the bed still smelled of Storm: smoke, soap, and man. Resting between his sheets and knowing he slept a mere short distance away, she’d had the most risqué dreams.
    She glanced toward the bathroom. Sure would be nice to know if he was as good with his mouth as he had been in her dreams.
    The water turned off in the shower. She rushed over to the bags and looked inside. T-shirts and jeans. Several pairs of panties. Her stomach turned over at the thought of those men touching them. Gross. With no other options, she changed into the other clothes. At least she would be