Shady: MC Romance by Harley McRide Read Free Book Online Page A

zing of awareness when their skin touched and so did she because she pulled her hand back quickly and her frown deepened.
    “Yeah, you too. But your assignment is short lived. Creed and Fork have another thing coming if they think they are putting me on a fuckin' leash,” she said.
    “Babe,” Slider laughed and Shady almost turned purple at the endearment. “You are going to do exactly what they tell you to or we are gonna lock your ass in a fucking room and throw away the key. You were shot.”
    Shady laughed loudly and then stared at both of them with a serious expression. “Yeah I know. I was there. You know better than to think I am going to do anything you tell me. I have shit to do, and a life to live. No one is going to be following me around shadowing my every move.”
    “Yeah well, suck it up 'cause that is what is going to happen,” Slider said and stood. “Cajun here has the first shift, I am going to go get our stuff and get moved in.”
    “What do you mean your stuff? You never bring anything here,” Shady asked.
    “Babe, things are gonna change around here. Cajun and I are done being Nomads, we are settling here for good. Stuff is being delivered later this week. Cajun, keep your phone handy and I will keep in touch. If you need me, call. And we will be talking later about the whole being shot thing,” Slider said and then walked out of the room without a backwards glance.
    Cajun knew what he was doing, giving him a chance to get to know Shady without any of their shit bleeding over quite yet. Slider gave him a brief rundown on the way over about everything he knew about Shady, which truthfully wasn’t much. His friend had actually been embarrassed when he realized he didn’t know much about her. Only surface shit, hell, he admitted he had never actually been out to dinner with her, had no idea what kind of food she ate.
    Shady walked over to her desk, plopped down in the chair, and turned her back as if to ignore him. It gave him a moment to actually look around and get the lay of the land. Her room was decorated in red, and one of the largest bedrooms he had ever seen. It had not only the bed, but a small office space in the corner, and also a small sitting area with a TV in the other corner from the office. The walls were white with one wall where the beds headboard was situated that was red. It was interesting, the comforter on her bed matched the wall but was a mix between red and white swirls. The huge pillows, he almost wanted to touch to see if they were as soft as what they looked like, were held in white and red pillowcases. There was only one picture on the wall; it was of a bike that was set against the mountains. Under the picture, which was almost the width of the wall, was the word Beauty, which the damn thing was, and the bike was a work of art. He wondered if it was something she found online. It had to cost a mint, the detail was amazing, and the bike was just plain hot.
    “Don’t look at my shit,” Shady grumbled and he grinned.
    He ignored her and began to wander around the room slowly; he could tell by the noise she made he was irritating her. But then, he didn’t care. He went to the closet and looked in. It was fucking huge, damn, the whole room probably took up half the floor. He stared at the walls for a second and then realized it was two rooms together. Because through the closet was a private bath. Damn, he thought this was the Pres’s house and Shady was just staying with them, but apparently, he was wrong.
    “So how does this work?” Cajun grumbled.
    Shady sighed and turned toward him and said, “What?”
    “Well, I thought you all lived in the clubhouse,” Cajun commented with a shrug.
    “We did, then the guys claimed their old ladies, and suddenly they wanted privacy. So they decided to use the houses we had for visitors and build more as well.” Shady shrugged.
    “So you are waiting for your house?” Cajun asked.
    “Nope, Creed, Fork, and Harmony