Wake Me Up (Fallen Angels MC Book 2) by Laura Day Read Free Book Online Page A

to her small breasts, tentatively touching the pebbled nipples.
     
    Missy broke the kiss and took a deep breath, her forehead resting against Caroline’s shoulder. “Are you sure you’ve never kissed a woman before?”
     
    Caroline laughed. “I’m fairly sure I’d remember.”
     
    “Mm, fair. Okay. I’m going to get out of this shower before I fling myself on you and beg forgiveness later. You think about things, and let me—let us know what you want.” Missy smiled, and Caroline felt her heart swell. “Enjoy your shower.”
     
    She watched the other woman leave with what appeared, at least from this side, to be total calm. Her ribs felt like they would crack under the pressure of her heart, and between that and the steam from the shower, her head was swirling a bit. She leaned against the shower wall and twisted the water to cold, just to try and clear her head. She’d never actually taken a cold shower before.
     
    She washed her hair and then stepped out, scrunching most of the water out of her hair so it wouldn’t drip and then twisting it up into a loose bun. The clothes Missy had brought her were a loose pair of lounge pants and a tank top fitted enough to work as some kind of boob support. She slid into the clean clothes gratefully, missing her own wardrobe but thankful to have something on her body that didn’t remind her of the last twenty four hours.
     
    It had gotten dark while she washed, and when she walked out into the hallway, she could see the TV was on, though most of the lights in the living room were out.
     
    “We’re putting a movie on,” Jack called out, “and the brownies are ready. Care to join us?”
     
    “Sure,” she said. Jack was leaning against one arm of the sectional couch, and Missy was stretched out, with her head in his lap. She took the other arm, but before the movie was all the way through the opening credits, the weight of the past few days took over, and she tumbled into sleep.
     

 
    CHAPTER TWELVE
     
    Somewhere close by, her phone was ringing. She dragged herself up out of sleep like a woman clawing her way to the surface of deep, dark water. She glanced around for a second, confused by her surroundings, and the soft, gentle noises of a couple making out, and trying to stay quiet. She chuckled to herself, and pushed herself unevenly up off the couch, stumbling towards her purse in the kitchen to answer the call.
     
    She recognized Mason’s number as she unlocked the phone to accept the call. “Hi,” she said. “Everything okay?”
     
    “So far so good,” he said. “Look, I— I need to ask you something. I’m at an old friend’s place, trying to get some information about what Declan’s up to, trying to get her on our side, and she… wants me. Says she won’t say anything until I…" He paused to look for the right words. Finally, he blurted. "Well she won't talk until I put out. And I told her I had to check with you.”
     
    She sat up a little straighter. “Are you okay with this?”
     
    He took a deep breath. “I’m not gonna lie, Caro, she’s gorgeous, and we’ve been friends for a longass time. I would have hooked up with her when I came back from deployment if I hadn’t been so fucked in the head. But I—we’re together, and I meant—”
     
    “It’s okay,” she said. “As long as this is something you want, I’m fine. Though, uh—be safe, yeah?”
     
    “You mean use a rubber?”
     
    “Yep.”
     
    “Duh.”
     
    “Okay. We’ll trade stories later.”
     
    “You are something else.”
     
    You’re not half bad yourself. She thought about saying that she loved him, but… no. The first time she said those words with actual air behind them, she wanted him to be in the same room, so she could watch his eyes, see his reaction, and believe in his response.
     
    “See you soon,” she said, with the same rhythm and intensity.
     
    “That’s the plan.” There was another moment of silence, and then he disconnected