Leather and Lace (Tempered Steel Book 2) by Maggie Adams Read Free Book Online Page B

Call me!”
    Angel looked at Sam. She saw the anger and loathing spread across his handsome face. “Sam,” she beseeched, struggling to cling to him as he pulled her legs from around his waist. She stumbled slightly as she slid down the wall, her dress still rucked up about her hips and the lower half of her body still exposed. She caught him staring at her and reached for him. He slapped her hand away.
    “This was a set up? It wasn’t enough, what you did that day at the courthouse? You had to try humiliating me again? I guess you are your father’s daughter.”
    Angel reacted as if he’d slapped her. She crumpled into a ball of misery.
    “Don’t you have any self-respect at all?” he mumbled as he pulled his jeans up and fastened the button.
    “Get up! You need to be up early in the morning to tell all the gossips about how you got poor old Sam panting after you again.” He hauled her up against the wall again, his hand going around her throat. “My dick might not have any sense, but my brain does. So you want to fuck, give me a call. Otherwise, leave me the hell alone.”
    He turned and opened the door. “And you better not be wearing panties when you call.” He stomped through the gate, slammed the bike into gear and roared off into the night.
    Angel stared at the closed door, trying to stop her tears. Dammit! He was so close. He wants me, I know it. He still has feelings for me. Why did Frankie have to call?
    Angel took off her heels and started up the stairs, swiping at her tears.
    He thinks he can order me not to wear panties. He says I have no self-respect. He only wants to fuck me. He says my body is his. He wants me to call him, without panties on… Angel hiccupped and thought about that statement. He wants me to call him….He said his dick doesn’t have any sense……He said to leave him alone…..He wants me to call him…..
    Angel smiled as the realization hit. He was talking about himself. He wants me; he has no self-respect; his dick – his heart; his brain – his stubborn nature; no panties – my body is his; call me – don’t give up on me.
    She ran up the stairs and threw herself on her bed. But what if she was wrong? Just reading what she wanted into his words? She turned and grabbed the teddy bear Sam had won for her so long ago, from its special place on the nightstand. She stared at her picture of Sam, sitting next to it. I love you, Sam. I need to know if we can mend this or if I’m destined to be alone.
    Well, there was only one way to find out, she surmised as she hopped off the bed. She undressed quickly, then got into bed. Sam’s cologne still clung to her skin. She was about to take the biggest gamble of her life, but if she won, she was going to be with the man she loved. If she lost, she’d know that Sam Coalson didn’t want her in his life. It was time to pull out the big guns.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Two weeks. Two goddamn weeks since that dinner at the Brockton, and he had no idea if Angel was with that douchebag McIntyre. He had no priors, good credit, nothing out of the ordinary, but as far as Sam was concerned, he was a dead man walking if he so much as laid a hand on his Angel. Sam may have retired, but he had enough friends still in the SEALS to keep tabs on good ol’ Bob.
    Sam sighed with weariness as he stepped into his mother’s shower then gasped as the ice cold spray hit him full in the chest. He cursed aloud at the reason for his daily cold showers. Daily? More than likely, it was becoming an hourly ritual. See Angel. Take a cold shower. He’d tried to banish her through hard work at the farm today, but no such luck. He was in a perpetual state of arousal. It was killing him. Why the fuck wouldn’t she call?
    Angel had been coming up to the farm ostensibly on the excuse that the Civic Women’s Club had agreed to her proposal for christening the marina. Since his mother was president of the club and a member of the marina project committee, she had