Hold Me Close (Devil's Chariots Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Miranda Banks Read Free Book Online Page B

didn’t know you were a...”
     
    “Bethany isn't a club girl,” Johnny began, and saw Liza’s smile falter. “She belonged to Dan.” The word belonged rang again and again in his head.
     
    “You're an…” Liza stopped and Bethany finished.
     
    “Old lady? Yes, I suppose I am.” And the smile that flashed across her face showed a mixture of satisfaction and wicked thoughts. Johnny couldn't help but chuckle.
     
    ***
     
    Great, Bethany thought to herself. Liza Williams had to be at the clubhouse. The two of them had gone to school together. They were never friends, but Liza liked to act as if they were. She would never have been friends with Liza. But the entire football team and most of the basketball team had been friends with Liza. Apparently, now, so was the club.
     
    Bethany's blood began to boil. She hated club girls—club whores, because that’s what they were in her mind. She was one of the few old ladies that'd never been one. She didn't like that they were so fucking… easy. The lucky ones got nabbed permanently, but most spent years at minimum fucking all the single guys and liking it. What trash!
     
    Beth knew many of them had tried with Dan. He'd tell her stories. She wondered if Liza was one of them. Had she been all up on him when he was away from her? Most likely. After all, she was nothing but the same club whore as the rest of them.
     
    As she stood there in silence, Bethany realized it was much the same thing as high school. Liza was practically riding Johnny right there in the bar. There was a reason she'd never liked the club girls. Prior to tonight her reason had been Dan. Tonight he was still a portion of the reason. So was the guy who sat beneath her well-worn crotch.
     
    Steph was standing behind her, mostly huffing and puffing at the sight of them, and she worked diligently to try and hide the raging anger that was taking over. She managed to calm her breathing enough to portray a normal state of mind, but she wasn't positive that emotions weren't showing all over her face.
     
    “Johnny,” she acknowledged. “Second wind?”
     
    The question wasn't meant to be answered. It was more to let him know that she wasn't dumb. He'd left her house with the intention of coming to the clubhouse and hooking up with the first girl he found. Judging from the way Liza was all over him, it had been smooth sailing.
     
    ***
     
    She was trying to hide it. She was faking a smile, but he could see it on her face. The pain in her eyes. The way her jawline was tense. The way her hands were clenched together in front of her. The angelic look he'd enjoyed only moments before had disappeared and she resembled a raging demon that was ready to take out the brunette that he couldn't seem to get off of him.
     
    Beth knew her. That's the part that kept going through his mind. Were they friends? Did he almost bed one of her friends? How fucking stupid could he be? Of course they'd know each other. Everyone in this godforsaken town knew each other. Another of the many reasons he and Beth would never work.
     
    Unless he committed and stuck to it. But could he? Should he?
     
    “Didn't realize you wanted to be here,” he said.
     
    He couldn't help but wonder why she was there. What was she out for? What was she looking for? He'd never seen her look like that. So dressed up. So sexy. That made him forget about the jealousy on her face and deal with his own. The thought of her coming to out to meet a man, and even worse, possibly succeeding, made his blood boil.  What the fuck was she thinking? If she was even thinking.
     
    But he saw the brothers tense up. They were watching them. Her being here was okay. More than okay. She came where she was safe. They would look highly upon that. But he couldn't be bothered by it. He couldn't question her. He couldn't look at her as though she were as sexy as she was. But god damn, she looked hot. And it played with his head. He wanted so badly to know her more