Luke (Armed and Dangerous Book 2) by Cheyenne McCray Read Free Book Online

his stubble, her lips swollen from his kisses and bites.
    He’d bitten her for cripes sake.
    In her state of total freak-out, she bumped into another woman carrying two beers, and the woman dropped both bottles. They made a thud and a fizzing sound as they hit the carpet.
    Trinity’s gaze shot up to meet the brunette’s furious ice-gray eyes, and the apology died in Trinity’s throat. “Joyce Butler?” Trinity said almost reflexively.
    “Yeah.” The woman’s frown deepened. “Who the hell are you, a roller-derby queen?”
    Madeline. The name almost popped out, but Trinity choked it back.
    Madeline. Don’t you remember?
    It’s me. Meaty MacKenna.
    “Excuse me.” Trinity dodged past the person who she’d once considered her worst enemy in high school. Joyce Butler, the vivacious beauty who had been one of the most popular girls in school.
    And the bitch who’d given her the nickname she hated more than anything in life.
    Joyce Butler had considered it her mission to make Trinity’s life miserable all four years of high school, and even on into college. She couldn’t even take satisfaction in the knowledge that Joyce hadn’t recognized her.
    No. If Joyce found out who Trinity was... crap. The woman would no doubt work to learn all about Trinity’s existence now. Then make sure Race found out she had been kissing another man, or whatever other trouble she could stir up in Trinity’s life.
    The irony in the fact that Trinity had finally remembered Race’s name almost made her burst into hysterical laughter.
    Her face burned as she blindly rushed through the crowd. She stumbled over Killer, but regained her balance, sidestepped the dog, and hurried up the stairs.
    She had to get out of here, as far away as she could get for the moment. But where—
    Skylar. Of course. Her sister would hide her out until she could get her thoughts together.
    Keep moving, she told herself, even though her body wanted to fling itself back through the bed-and-breakfast until she found Luke.
    “Not happening,” she said aloud.
    She had to get to the Flying M, and now.

Chapter 7
    Luke fisted his hands at his sides, lust raging through his body. He watched Trinity as she left, a gentle sway to her hips and a little wobble to her walk, like she wasn’t entirely used to wearing shoes with heels the size of nail heads.
    The corner of his mouth quirked into a smile. He could just picture those ankles around his neck as he slid into her... damn.
    As he tried to clear his mind enough to have a thought not involving hours of steamy sex, Trinity bumped into the brunette with the big tits, Joyce Butler. Luke noted the beers in Butler’s hands, and he watched them slip to the carpeted floor.
    Oh, yeah. She went to get me a beer. Well, good. Now she’ll have to go back for more.
    Joyce Butler looked pissed, like she’d just swallowed an anthill.
    Luke heard Trinity say, “Joyce Butler?” in a surprised tone, followed by a snappy, snarky question from Butler that Luke couldn’t hear and that Trinity didn’t answer.
    A moment later, Trinity turned and slipped into the crowd, vanishing from his sight.
    Right then his gut told him that she didn’t intend to come back.
    He’d see about that.
    The way she’d kissed him, the way she had trembled in his arms, her passionate purr... all had made it clear as an Arizona sky that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Problem was she didn’t know how to handle those desires.
    He was just the man to teach her.
    Since he was several inches taller than most of the folks at the party, Luke was able to search the crowd for the petite strawberry blonde, and spotted her at the top of the stairs just before she disappeared from view. Damn she was fast. He started after her, only to find Joyce Butler blocking his path. She already had fresh beers, and two servants were busy cleaning up the spill she had left behind.
    “Thanks,” he said, waving off the beer she offered. “I appreciate it, but