Redemption Road (Roughneck #3) by Nicole Hart Read Free Book Online

for myself, my whole life, but it was time I did. I had no one else to fight for me, so it was time I fought for myself.
    I started flipping through stations and decided on an old comedy that I would watch in silence. I felt like I had to listen for outside noises so the sound wasn’t an option. I hated living like this. I just wanted him to leave me the hell alone.
    Around ten o’clock, I heard Kash pull into the driveway. I didn’t have to check to see who it was, the sound of his engine gave it away. The relief I felt knowing that he was here, caused my whole body to relax. At least I wasn’t alone anymore. Not that I was sure Kash would defend me against Jake, but I was pretty sure that Jake was too much of a pansy to try anything with Kash here.
    “Hey, Mackenzie,” Kash said, as he walked through the front door.
    “Hey,” I said quietly, pulling the blanket up over me, remembering that I was in a tank top, braless, with tiny matching shorts.
    “Are you ok?” he asked, as he looked at me with those beautiful eyes.
    “I’m good,” I said with a tiny smile; it’s all I had at the moment. What else could I say? I’m better now that you’re here. I’m better now that I don’t think my psycho ex-boyfriend will show up. I’m better, that just looking at you soothes my soul and drives me crazy all at the same time. All of those answers were out of the question.
    He flopped down on the couch beside me and rubbed his face. I could smell beer on him, although he didn’t seem drunk. He almost seemed stressed.
    “Are you ok?” I asked, as I turned in his direction and watched him.
    “Yeah, I am,” he said, as he stared right through me with those eyes that melted me.
    The good butterflies started again, and I realized I needed out of this room. Now.
    “Well, I better get to bed,” I said, as I got off the couch quickly, holding the blanket in front of my chest.
    “Damn, sweetie,” he said, as he was biting his lower lip, when I turned to look at him. I realized that my shorts were really short and my ass was probably hanging out of them.
    “Oh, sorry,” I said quietly, holding one hand over the front of the blanket and the other over the back of my shorts.
    “Don’t apologize for that,” he said with a little laugh, and I couldn’t help but smile.
    “Good night, Kash,” I said, trying to hide the ridiculous smile I had.
    “Night,” he said, as he stood and headed towards the bathroom next to my room.
    Once I was in my room, I heard the shower start. He just showered earlier today; he must have needed to get cleaned up after whatever or whoever he just did while he was out. The thought of it bothered me, which was stupid, because we aren’t together. As I laid in my bed, I couldn’t help but picture him all soapy and wet, the water running down his body. Then, as I listened to the water running, I heard the slightest little moan. Oh my God, maybe I longed for that sound so bad I imagined it. But I knew I hadn’t when I heard it again. I couldn’t help but allow myself to picture what was going on in that shower.  Surely, he just got laid when we was gone? Was his sexual appetite that strong? Probably so.
    The house was pretty small, and it was so quiet I couldn’t keep from hearing those delicious sounds. He was so sexy, and I felt a tingle between my thighs just listening to them. I couldn’t help but place my fingers inside my panties, the urge was too strong, listening to Kash. I started to touch myself gently, but my fingers started moving faster as the sounds from the bathroom became more intense. Oh, my God. I imagined Kash on top of me, inside me, making those noises. I felt the tightening in my stomach as my long overdue orgasm took over. I tried to keep quiet, but it was too intense. I let out a quiet cry as my fingers continued. Once it was over, I immediately got embarrassed. I realized the shower water wasn’t running anymore. What if he heard me? My insides were still