Making Choices (Black Shamrocks MC Book 2) by Kylie Hillman Read Free Book Online

piece of fruit and eats it in three big bites. Throwing the peel over his shoulder into the sink behind him, he regards me for a long moment before he speaks.
    “What’s up?”
    “Nothing you can fix. Nothing anyone can fix.”
    Curling his lip at my whining tone, the smug bastard breaks into the first full grin I’ve seen from him in over six months.
    “Try me. I’m full of fucking wisdom and all that shit tonight. Got Lainey to give me another chance, so I reckon I can fix your woman problems.”
    “Never said it was woman problems.” I shrug, hoping he’ll let it go. “How did you manage to talk her into giving you another shot? She was fucking adamant when she got back from the date you fucked up, that she wasn’t gonna give you the time of day, let alone another shot.”
    Rolling his shoulders, his grin dims a bit as he ponders my question.
    “It was close, but we got there. Just had to admit exactly how big of a fuck-up I am. We’re gonna date for a bit, take our time and rebuild. It’s gonna fucking kill me keeping my hands to myself, but if it means I get her back, I’ll manage it.”
    He groans, running his hands through his hair. “Fuck! What the fuck did I just sign up for? I can’t not fuck her—”
    He shoots me daggers when I burst into laughter at his dismay.
    Dumb fucker just signed up to torture himself, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.
    He’d do the same to me.
    “Yeah fuck you, brother. I’m out,” he snarls.
    Thumping me on the back as he walks past and heads for the front door, he cocks his head over his shoulder, flashing serious eyes at me.
    “You need to talk, you know where I am. You always have my back, and I’ve got yours. Any fucking time of the day.”
    “I know, Mad Dog. I’ll let you know if I can’t sort it out.”
    Shooting me a sympathetic smile before the cheeky grin that everyone who knows him has wanted to wipe off of his face on a regular basis appears, he drawls, “Women, brother.”
    “Yep. Fucking women.”
    Pushing myself from the chair after the front door closes behind him so I can grab another beer, I’m interrupted when my phone beeps.
    Checking it, I find a message from JJ.
    JJ: Can you come over? I need you, Lucas. Please...
    Fuck. What do I say to that?
    My entire being wants to ride to her house right now, but it’s not a good idea. I need to give her—both of us—the week I promised. If I don’t put my foot down now, we’ll never get this shit sorted, and she’ll keep giving me just enough to keep me around.
    I want total commitment, and I refuse to settle for the dregs she throws my way.
    I’ve done it for the last six months.
    No fucking more.
    ME: Sorry, Doll. We need this time apart more than we need each other at the moment. I’ll contact you when your time’s up.
    Pulling back my arm to throw the phone at the wall, my frustrations with this situation boiling over as doubts creep in, I’m interrupted by a silky voice chiding me about my impending stupidity.
    “You’re going to regret that, Timber.”
    Maddi walks into the kitchen and pulls my phone from my hand. She gently places it on the table before wrapping her arms around my waist.
    Leaning back so she can look me in the eyes, she continues scolding me. “What’s wrong? And don’t tell me nothing. You’ve been stressed for the last few months, and it’s only getting worse. Talk to me. ”
    Extricating myself from her arms, I throw myself back into my chair.
    She follows, taking the chair opposite mine.
    “Talk, Timber.” Maddi rolls her eyes at me when I continue to sit in silence.
    It’s not that I don’t want to share my problems—she’s a great listener, and her advice is usually on point. But since she’s part of it, I don’t think it’s fair to saddle her with knowledge that’s going to cause her to become conflicted within herself.
    My confusion is enough for both of us.
    “You know that JJ doesn’t want to get serious with me?” I begin.