Rylan's Heart by Serena Simpson Read Free Book Online Page B

all her friends about the woman whose face was redder than a flame.
    Deep breath. She quickly walked the rest of the way to the bar, entered and took a seat at the bar. The place was old and not very exciting although all she had to compare it to were shows she’d seen on television.
    The bar was to the left of the door; it ran half the length of the room with barstools along it. In the very back was a dance floor and off to the side a juke box. Then there was a smattering of tables in the front and off to the left.
    There were a couple of men sitting around nursing a drink early in the morning. None of them seemed drunk and two of them were young enough to get her attention.
    One had dark hair; she couldn’t see his eyes because his face was turned from her. Still, the hair reminded her of Rylan. If she could put her hands in his hair, she could pretend it was Rylan and maybe even enjoy it. The other was a blonde. He flashed a grin with way too many teeth in his mouth. Other, her mind screamed. Her heartbeat sped up, but when he made no moves towards her she felt a tad bit safer. He wouldn’t do, she needed a human.
    She ordered a drink for courage. Too bad it seemed to have the opposite effect on her. She tried to leave her barstool but she was stuck like she was superglued to the chair.
    “Another drink, please.” Did you say please to a bartender? Who cares, she was going to say please. Heck, she was grown and could sleep with whomever she wanted.
    She downed her second drink and slipped off the chair armed with temporary confidence, she would show them. Her feet moved, turned her in the opposite direction, and propelled her to the door. She would show them all tomorrow. Today she just wanted to lie down.
    The cold air hit her and she felt a little bit better as she walked out.
    Maybe she was drunk, but that looked like Rylan leaning on the street light looking all badass.
    “What are you doing here?” Was she drunk? It was only two drinks. That was two more than she was used to having.
    “Waiting for you.”
    “Why?”
    “I wanted to know who I needed to kill.”
    “Huh?” She looked at him owlishly as if this was her first time meeting him.
    “You’re mine. Anyone who dares to lay a finger on you won’t survive. Pick any man you want and he’s dead.”
    “Did Selma tell you?”
    “No, I followed you. I knew you might try to do something like this.”
    “You can’t just kill my lovers, it’s illegal!” she screamed.
    She wasn’t drunk but she couldn’t take this anymore. The fire on the inside of her was burning her up. Rylan started this; it was all his fault. She was fine until yesterday.
    “What did you do to me?”
    “The same thing I did to myself. I started the mating bond. We need to finish it.”
    “I don’t want to mate. I just want to have sex.”
    “Then you’re having it with me.”
    He stalked over to her and placed his arm around her, holding her up as he led her to his bike.
    “You shouldn’t ride a bike in the winter. You might get hurt.”
    “I knew you cared.” He helped her get on and carefully put a helmet on her. He got on in front of her making sure she was holding him tightly before he started the bike.
    She laughed as he took off, the wind in her face. He took the long way home letting her body slowly relax against his. The small snickers of laughter kept a smile hovering on his face.
    He brought the bike to a halt in front of the bed and breakfast and helped her off.
    “Just sex.”
    “If that’s what you want.”
    “Can we do it in your room?” He nodded.
    Perfect, this was just a business agreement, nothing more. He would invade her body using one of the extra-large condoms, she would lie there while he put out the fire, and then it would be all over. Maybe she should demand they do it standing. She knew how that felt.
    No, that was too much for her to relive again.
    They entered and walked up the stairs to find everyone sitting or leaning around Rylan’s