The Biker's Secret Torment: MC Romance: Talon (Rosesson Brothers) by Lisa Ladew Read Free Book Online

breasts had come in, I couldn't even look at my best friend's little sister if I wanted to make it through the day without a raging hard on.
    Crystal leaned her head to the left and sighed, then moaned out loud. "Feels good."
    My defector dick swelled until I could feel my fucking heartbeat in it. It wanted to make her feel a hell of a lot better than just what a shoulder rub could do. I swallowed and willed it to calm down. She's off-fucking-limits.
    I worked the muscle until I could feel a bit of give and then I backed up. My dick wasn't softening and I knew it wouldn't until I stopped touching her. Got my mind on something else. I turned towards the door, angling my body away from her. "Hey, is there something I can block that door with?"
    Crystal stood up. "Yeah, I've got the perfect thing, actually." She went to the closet and rummaged through a few drawers, opening and searching each one in turn. I kept my eyes away from Crystal until I didn't feel like I could punch holes in the wall with my hard-on.
    I took off my cut and draped it over Crystal's desk chair, then shrugged out of my holster, draping it over the chair also.
    "Here!" Crystal stood and handed me something. A small wedge that looked like a doorstop with a metal flange on the top. "Press that down," she said, nodding her head at the metal piece.
    I did and a piercing alarm filled the room making me let go immediately.
    Crystal put a hand on her ear and winced. "Still works," she said.
    "Perfect." I walked to the door and shoved the wedge as close as I could to the space under the door without triggering the alarm. It would keep the door from opening and alert us if anyone tried to come in.
    "It's Sloane's," Crystal said from behind me. "She transferred here from Mills. Apparently they have a security issue there and—"
    I straightened and turned around as her words cut off.
    "What the hell is this?" she asked, pointing to her chair.
    "You know what it is."
    "Whose is it?"
    "Your dad's."
    She dropped both hands to her hips and cocked her head to the side. "Great, so you brought an illegal handgun to my dorm room? What if you got pulled over on the way here, huh? How were you planning on explaining the lack of a serial number on the gun? I swear, you and my brother are determined to land in jail. I don't understand why! You're too smart to follow in my father's footsteps."
    "I wasn't pulled over." I shot her a look that said enough already , but Crystal had never been one to listen to anyone. She opened her mouth, ready for another blast at me, but I cut her off, curling my hands into my pockets first to try to keep my energy down. "Look Gidge, I don't think you understand what is going on here. That guy today didn't want to tickle you, or ask you about your recipe for Stanford's prize-winning split pea soup. We don't know exactly what he wanted, but there's a chance that if he had his way, you woulda ended up dead. So why don't you shut your mouth and give it a rest, ok? He's not playing around, so neither am I."
    Crystal blinked. I saw hurt creep into her eyes and I bit back my regret for talking to her like that. She needed to hear it. The information I was withholding from her about her brother burned me like a welder's torch to the soles of my feet but I didn't spill it. Her future depended on her grades, and I would not be the one to fuck up her future.
    You probably killed her brother. You don't think that will fuck up her future?
    I shook my head and turned around, putting a hand on the door behind me, cursing Whip for not telling me shit, for choosing me to go with him that night, for ever fucking coming into my life.
    A soft hand touched my back. "Hey, I'm sorry, you're right," Crystal said, her touch dangerously close to igniting me again. My cock had no civility when it came to her.
    I stepped away. "It's fine. Don't worry about it." I went back to the pizza box, just to have something to do that didn't involve looking at her. I pulled out a slice