Noose (Road Kill MC #1) by Marata Eros Read Free Book Online Page A

broad back facing me as he expertly prepares the wood to burn.
    Both. Instead, I answer, “This place.” That's easier.
    “Belongs to the club. Place to crash. Thought we had more shit to discuss.”
    He's a tough man. I knew that when we stared across the bank counter at each other the day before yesterday.
    Noose stands from the fireplace, and I take him in, from the bright-white T-shirt to the tips of his black thick-tread boots.
    He's covered in ink, some of it colorful, some of it pure black against his light skin. His beard is long, square, and well-manicured. It’s slightly red, I think, but the glowing light of the fire and a kerosene lantern lick strange shadows across the battered floor, making everything muted and uncertain. His hair is spun dark gold in this light, but I remember in daylight, it was light brown.
    All my checking him out ends at his hands, his thighs, and the breadth of his chest. He's such a large guy, so strong that everything else is just icing on top of the man cake.
    He knows it, but he's not cocky, just sure of himself.
    I've seen muscular guys before, as well as tall guys and handsome men. Noose is all this but somehow more. There's a vibrating energy to him, a substance. I don't know what it is, but that wonderful intensity responds to mine like a harmony to melody.
    I want to run my hands along every ink mark on his body. I've never followed a crazy impulse in my life. But here I am.
    Noose smolders under my silent observation.
    My insides cook as he stares back at me. “I want to talk.” I lick my lips.
    A slow smile turns his face from hard to handsome before I take my next breath.
    “But you want to fuck me more,” he says like a statement, no intro or thought as to why we're here. I’m struck by the coincidence of him showing up when Drake was going rape me, though he doesn't know that.
    He offers no explanation as to why some biker I met two days ago knows everything about me—and about Charlie.
    I shake my head when what I really want to do is launch myself at him like a monkey and sink myself on top of him.
    I shut my eyes against the vision I have of us together.
    When I open them, Noose is standing in front of me.
    I startle. I didn’t hear him move. When I open my mouth to ask the questions that really matter, he takes my lips with his own.
    I expect him to ravage me, but it's a brush of lips. His fingers bite into the flesh of my shoulders, cupping them forward as if he'll fold me into him, and I’ll disappear.
     
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    Noose
     
    My dick's gone somewhere from stiff to fucking agony. If my wood had claws, it would be digging its way out of my jeans. Trying to ease my suffering, I shift while Rose stares at me. No dice.
    Her eyes are deep moving pools of brown as they travel over my body. Rose's eyes are like a physical touch everywhere they move.
    I don't feel like smoking, talking, or other bullshit. I want to be inside her.
    That's the only thing I want.
    But I let her look.
    Finally, her gaze hits my eyes. “I want to talk.”
    Nope. Conversation sounds like a shit idea at the moment. I have to touch her, have a taste. Anything. Then we can talk.
    I take a chance. “But you want to fuck me more.”
    A fine blush spreads across her face, and she shakes her head.
    Bullshit. Rose feels this—whatever the fuck it is—just as much as I do. She's resisting it, though.
    Rose closes her eyes as if she can't stand looking at me anymore. I stalk to her and grab her shoulders, gentleness gone before it began.
    Her eyes pop open, startled.
    I brush my lips above hers when what I really want to do is fuck her mouth with my tongue. But I won't force a woman. I don't have to. Still, I can't deny I'm desperate for this woman.
    Rose stills, and I deepen the kiss.
    I suck and peck at her lips, tasting sweat and sweet flesh. Rose moves against me, finally. Her hands clutch the side of my T-shirt and my boner nudges her in the stomach. I draw her against me, and our heartbeats