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

She nods, her narrowed eyes letting me know just what she thinks about JJ’s choice. “Well, I fucking laid it out for her tonight. All or nothing. I’ve given her a week on her own to decide.”
    Shock flits across her expression before she pulls herself together.
    “Do you think that was a good idea? I don’t know her story, and I’ve always had the impression that she really doesn’t like me, to be honest, but I can tell that there’s something serious holding her back. She’s obviously into you, and it’s pretty bloody obvious that you’re into her...” Trailing off, she swings back in her chair, deep in thought.
    I assume she’s finished speaking. I keep quiet anyway. It’s not my place to tell her JJ’s story, but it proves how intuitive my best friend is. At least she’s realized that JJ does have a reason for being the way she is, unlike my mama.
    And she does have a good reason, as much as I disagree that her issues are relevant to us.
    While Maddi seems on board with me trying to work it out with JJ. My mama, on the other hand, isn’t. Her understanding ran out about a month ago—she’s pushing me to move on from JJ if she won’t commit.
    I open my mouth to tell her about my mama, but close it when Maddi swings herself upright.
    Rising to her feet and adjusting her short nightdress, she cocks her head. “I don’t want to know what JJ’s problems are. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want me to know. But I do want you to answer me a couple of questions,” her voice is brittle as she speaks.
    Worry floods me as I wonder what she’s about to ask.
    Her bright blue eyes are glistening.
    Fuck, I hope she doesn’t cry. I’m not good with her tears.
    “Anything, Princess. You know we don’t keep secrets.”
    Shifting from one foot to the other, she toys with the hem of her nightdress, making my cock harden when she accidentally flashes the tops of her smooth, tanned thighs.
    After a while, she smiles at me. It’s a fake smile, through thin lips. It almost resembles a grimace.
    “You know what you said to me tonight before I found Mik in my room?”
    Shit. I don’t want to go here with her.
    Not tonight. Not ever. I should have kept my pie hole shut.
    “Yeah?” I answer, even as my heart starts to pound and my mouth becomes dry.
    “You meant it, didn’t you?”
    “Which part?” I hedge.
    “You know what part! Don’t play dumb with me.” Her eyes flash at me in annoyance, and I suppress a smile. She has a decent temper on her, a temper that’s easily triggered at times, and not too much fun to be on the receiving end of. “The part where you told me that if I ever managed to get over Mik, you’d be there waiting, first-in-line. The part where you said that you’d love to have me for yourself.”
    Her chest rises and falls as she pants with agitation. I pull my eyes away from her heaving tits. Now’s not the time to be checking her out.
    I don’t know if she’s upset at me for playing dumb with her, or if she’s upset with what I said to her.
    “Did you mean it, Timber?”
    I can’t read her face.
    Does she want me to mean it? Or does she want me to say that I said it to make her feel better? Can I tell her the truth even if it means it drives a wedge between us both, and myself and Mad Dog if she tells him?
    “I did, Princess. You already fucking know I did.” The truth falls from my lips, even as I’m questioning the wisdom of it.
    Fucking hell, what have I started here?
    Her face falls, and her eyes fill with tears.
    Happy tears?
    Sad tears?
    Angry tears?
    Who fucking knows?
    “We’ve been dancing around our attraction to each other since you moved in here when you two broke up. Actually that’s not bloody true, we’ve had this thing between us since he claimed you all those years ago. Fuck, you pretty much threw yourself at me tonight, and that’s not the first time you’ve done it.”
    Squaring her shoulders, she regards me for a long moment before she speaks,