Saving Axe (Motorcycle Club Romance, Cowboy, Military) (Inferno Motorcycle Club) by Sabrina Paige Read Free Book Online Page B

him.
    “So, what’s keeping you up at night then?” he asked.
    What the hell should I say to that?  "Well, I'm not generally in the habit of telling all my secrets to every dirty biker that walks through my door."
    He leaned forward.  "Well, I'm not just any old dirty biker," he said.  "Am I?"
    "No, you aren't."  My heart thumped loudly in my chest.
    "Well, I can't promise I'm not dirty," he said.
    I shivered, but not from the cold, biting my bottom lip.  No, I'd bet he was all kinds of dirty now, wasn't he?  I sat there, feeling paralyzed by desire for this man I didn't know anymore.  The man sitting beside me was sexy as hell.  And dangerous, I reminded myself.
    And drunk.
    I looked over at him, my eyes wandering from his hands, to the tattoos that snaked across his forearms to his biceps.  An image peeked out from under the sleeve of his tee shirt, and I recognized the symbol.  I reached over, lifting the edge of the fabric, squinting to see underneath.  An Eagle Globe and Anchor, surrounded on each side by an "S."  I dropped the sleeve, and looked up at him.
    His expression was curious.  "Something interest you there?"
    "You were a sniper,"  I said.  “I knew you were a Marine.  I didn’t know any more than that.”  
    He drew his arm away from me like I'd shocked him.  "Yeah, and?"
    I regretted seeing it on his arm.  The way he looked at me just then, it was a mixture of wounded and defiant, like he was daring me to ask him more, but terrified that I would.  I hated seeing that look on him.
    "It was a long time ago now," he said.  Clearing his throat, he took another swig from the bottle.  He was silent for a while.  Then, "I was going to get in touch, you know.”
    I nodded, swallowing hard.  “Ditto.”
    He took another long swig of the bottle and offered it to me.
    "No, thanks."  I shook my head, wondering exactly how much of it he had already drunk tonight.  A lot, by the looks of it.
    “I emailed your aunt every so often to see how you were doing ," he said.  I just never could bring myself to - after what happened, you know?”
    “I never blamed you ,” I said.  That wasn’t true, not really.  After their deaths, I had blamed anyone and everyone, especially myself.  "We were just kids."
    " Yeah,” he said.  “We’re not kids anymore, though, are we?”  I could feel him looking at me, and I forced my eyes straight ahead.  Don't look at him.   If I did, it would be all over.
    "No," I said.
    "We're definitely both grown-ups now," he said, his voice thick.  "And now we're both back here."
    He suddenly felt too close.  "Why did you come here, Cade?"
    "I already told you."
    "Not to West Bend.  Here."
    “Why do you think I came over here, Junebug?”  He looked at me, those piercing blue eyes hooded, then reached out, ran his finger along my arm.
    I bristled at his touch.  The nerve of him, thinking he'd come over here and get laid.  After all this time, that's why he came over here?  And drunk.  I wasn't exactly a teetotaler, but when your parents are killed the way mine were, you get a little touchy about booze.  Cade should have known better.
    And still , even with all that, his touch made me shiver.
    I needed to get away from him.  I stood, leaning against the porch railing.  "I hope you didn't think it was a good idea to drink most of that whiskey and come over here for ex sex."
    He smiled crookedly.
    The shithead.
    Then he stood, bottle in hand, stepped close to me, and leaned in.  I could smell the alcohol on his breath.  "Don't tell me you're not interested."
    "Fuck you, Cade."  This Cade, the drunk, arrogant, criminal one, was nothing like the one I'd left behind in high school.
    This one was just an asshole.
    "I'll fuck you when you beg me, Junebug," he whispered.  He stepped back and winked, then started down the steps.  He turned around, wobbled a little as he walked backwards toward the field.  "Don't forget, I know you.  I know what makes you