Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3 by Amo Jones Read Free Book Online Page B

could say that I regret it, but I don’t.”
    Looking up at him, I see his jaw clenched. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
    I look down to my hands. “Um, I’m not sure. I guess it just never came up.”
    Looking up at him again, I see he’s clearly upset by my confession.
    He smiles and pulls me up by my hand. “Fucking bikers.”
    Wrapping my arms around him for a hug, I laugh. “Fucking bikers is right.”
    Walking back into my room while I’m checking my phone, I see there’s a text from Alaina.
     
    Alaina: Hurry up, get here already girl. Please. I think I’m going to kill her.
     
    I laugh, typing out a quick reply before throwing my phone back to my bed and getting into the shower. The water is cascading over my body and I feel more alert than I ever have before. Maybe it’s because I’m going to see Ade, or maybe it’s because I haven’t had any sex since the last time I saw him, which hasn’t bothered me until this point. Running soap all over my body and letting the sweet smell of apples and cinnamon swim up my nose, I slide my hand over my stomach, throwing my head back and moaning as I run my hand over my clit. I stop and my eyes shoot open in surprise. Quickly I turn off the shower and get out, wrapping a towel around me.
    What the hell was that about .
    Wiping the fog away from the mirror I look at myself. Have I changed much in two years?
    My hair is a little lighter, caramel brown and hanging long with a slight curl at the ends, dropping right down to my waist. It contrasts off my fair skin and green eyes. My skin may be fair, but I tan easily. That would come from my Brazilian heritage, I’d say. Leaving my towel on, I head to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. There are no straight men living here, so I’m safe. I hear a knock at the door.
    “Who is it?” I yell from the kitchen where I’m putting the wine back into the fridge.
    “Open up Kal, it’s Dom.”
    I pause briefly. “Be there in a sec.”
    Sprinting up to my room, I throw on a big, oversized T-shirt before heading back to the door and pulling it open. He’s standing there looking me up and down. Dominic is a very, very, good-looking man. He’s all protein shakes and iron, with brown hair. He keeps the top long and slicked back, with the sides shaved. He has deep brown eyes and a five o’clock shadow. He’s got his head screwed on and we get on like a house on fire, but for some reason, I’ve never made a move on him.
    “I just need to do this real quick,” he mumbles as he wraps his hands around the back of my neck, pulling me into his kiss.
    At first, I’m shocked, so I don’t kiss him back. I know I should stop, but to be honest, I did always wonder what it’d be like to kiss Dominic Abrahams. He pulls back, clutching my face in his hands, looking observantly into my eyes.
    “Dom? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” I ask in shock and confusion.
    He laughs, running his fingers over my cheek. “I kiss you, and you think there’s something wrong with you?” He shakes his head. “No Kalie, you’re perfect.”
    I swallow down my confusion. “Do you want to come in and talk about what that was about?” I ask, pointing my thumb toward inside.
    He shakes his head. “Nah, I’ll leave the rest up to you.”
    I cough nervously, my eyes searching around the place. “Dom, what am I supposed to do with that? You just kissed me, unexpectedly. I mean, I know we’ve been flirtatious at times, but I thought that was just our friendship?”
    He runs his eyes over my face, studying me intently. “I’ve always wanted more, Kal. I just didn’t know when to make my move.”
    I cross my hands across my chest. “Okay, we need to talk. Have you been drinking? Come in.” I pull him inside and close the door behind him.
    “Sit down, Dom. I’ll get us a drink.”
    Walking into the kitchen, I pull out two glasses and fill them with wine. I have a feeling this night is going to be long. Moving back to the couch