Gunnin' for You (Rolling Thunder series Book 4) by Pj Fiala Read Free Book Online

pooled low in her core as he held her and kissed her. If she responded that way to just a kiss, she could only imagine what it would be like to make love with him.
    He watched emotions flit across her face. Her pink lips slightly parted and he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned forward and lightly pressed his lips to hers. Gently swiping his tongue in and out, he slightly pecked her lips again and sat back watching the pulsing in her throat as it quickened and the surprise in her eyes as she watched him pull his lips together, and then a soft smile played on his face.
    The waitress brought their drinks before either of them could say a word. Her hands shaking slightly, she stirred her drink with the straw and slightly shook her head to clear the fog. She was in so darn much trouble with him.
    “So, we’re going for a bike ride tomorrow. Will you come with us?”
    “Who’s us?”
    “My brothers, parents, and aunts and uncles. Maybe some guys from the shop too.”
    “Now you want me to meet your whole family and your co-workers? Yikes.”
    “I want you to go for a bike ride with me. I ride with my family. Does everything have to be a big deal?”
    Emma straightened. “I’m not making a big deal. I…just…” She pursed her lips and glanced at the women dancing. She let out a long breath and said, “Okay. But you should know I’ve killed a biker.”
    Gunnar sat back a couple of inches, and watched her eyes meet his straight on. “Say again.”
    “A biker. I killed one.” She tried to act nonchalant, but her lips quivered, her eyes welled with tears and her resolution faltered. She sank back into her chair and swiped at the lone tear that snaked its way down her cheek.
    Gunnar’s heart beat wildly in his chest. He did not see that coming. The DJ turned up the music and he quickly realized they would have to shout over the beat. He stood abruptly, grabbed his drink in one hand and her hand in his other. He pulled her to her feet and nodded to her drink. She slowly picked it up off the table and Gunnar began steering them to the back door. They weaved their way around the throngs of partiers to the door. Her hand felt small in Gunnar’s. His was strong where hers wasn’t. The roughness of his hands—a working man’s hands—sent shivers through her body. His hands fixed things like motorcycles and remodeled a bathroom for his sister and brother. She tightened her fingers around his, enjoying the contrast between them.
    As they stepped outside, the cool spring air hit her face and she took a deep breath for the first time since he stood.
    He quickly strode to a picnic table, set his drink down, turned and picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and set her on the top of the table with her feet resting on the bench. She set her drink down and he leaned in so they were almost nose to nose. “Tell me.”
    She could see his jaw set tight, the pulsing in his throat giving away the rapid beat of his heart, and his staccato breathing told her he was affected.
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    Emma swiped at her eyes again and swallowed the lump in her throat. Gunnar stayed firmly in place, not giving her any room to move. She met his gaze and saw concern. It was what she needed to bolster the strength to tell him what she needed to say.
    Emma shook her head and braced herself for his wrath. She looked past Gunnar’s shoulder to the building and took a deep breath, then she saw him.
    “Why is that man taking our picture?”
    Gunnar turned his head to follow her gaze to a stocky man as he slid his phone into the breast pocket of his dark brown sport jacket, two finger saluted Gunnar and Emma, and turned to leave. His brown hair was tied in the back with a band only allowing for a two-inch ponytail.
    “Gunnar, do you know who he is?”
    “No. Do you?”
    “I couldn’t see him very clearly, but why would someone take your picture and run?”
    Gunnar looked at Emma, seeing the concern on her face. His face softened and he gently sat next to