Hidden (Motorcycle Club Romance): Trista and Blaze 3 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 7) Read Online Free PDF

Blaze to wait for me. He gave me a puzzled look from behind the pool table. Rocco had made his way down the dark hallway, and into the single bedroom apartment that the club provided for whoever needed it. Sometimes guys stayed here when they needed another place to crash. This life set you up for a lot of issues with your loved ones, and a lot of fights that got them kicked out of their house for an evening. It was a safe haven. The door at the end of the hallway was open just a crack, and light streamed out, signaling that Rocco must’ve gone in there to take a call. I crept down the hallway, trying my best not to make a single noise, and eavesdropped at the door.
    “I can’t talk to you now. I told you not to call me. How did you get this number?” His voice was rushed and panicked.
    I strained my ear against the wood to listen for more. Who the hell was he talking to?
    “I’ll have your shit. I promise. But we can’t discuss this now, I’ll meet you later. Don’t call me again!”
    Not hearing anything else, I scurried away from the door before he came out and caught me. I grabbed a cue stick from the wall, and hurried over to Blaze, as Rocco came down the hall. He narrowed his eyes at each of us before descending the stairs.
    “What was that about?” Blaze asked me as he racked the balls.
    “I don’t really know. He was mad somebody was calling him. Said something about having someone’s stuff.” I chewed my lip in frustration. Who was he talking to? What could he possibly be hiding from the club?
    Blaze smirked at me. “You listening in on people’s conversations, now?”
    I sighed. “I shouldn’t be. It’s just...I know that Pops questioned us all and said that we were in the clear, but I’m just not sure I believe it.”
    “I’m sure it was just some girl. Doesn’t he have an ex? Or maybe some girl stalking him. You never know. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
    I chewed on my lower lip and nodded. Something about the conversation worried me, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.
    “Let’s play. If I remember last time, we didn’t get a full game in.” He winked at me, and turned the blue chalk onto the tip of his stick.
    I leaned over the pool table, setting up my shot.  Blaze stood on the other side of the table, getting a perfect view of my chest. I reached up and gave my shirt a tug, revealing even more. Before I hit the ball, I peered up through my lashes and gave him a wink.  A smirk formed on his face.
    “Are you trying to tease me?”
    I hit the cue ball, sinking the 8 ball into the corner pocket. I looked up at him innocently.
    “And, what if I was?”
    He dropped his pool stick, and came up behind me, pressing his bulge into my ass.
    “Two can play at this teasing game.”
    I pushed my ass harder into him as he ran his right hand up my leg and to my stomach.
    His hand gripped my waist, and flipped me around to face him. My hands landed on his hips and I didn’t waste a second, tugging off his shirt. He smiled that gorgeous smile I loved, and he leaned in to kiss me. My eyes slid shut, waiting for our lips to touch, but, at the last second, he moved his face to the side, and blew lightly on my neck, sending shivers down my body.
    He lightly kissed my neck while moving his hands to the bottom of my shirt, lightly rubbing my skin.
    I braced my hands behind me on the pool table, and leaned my head back, reveling in his touch.  He hooked his hands under my shirt, and lifted it up over my head before he grabbed my face and teased me again, licking my slightly parted lips with the tip of his tongue.
    I leaned my face forward, hoping to capture his lips, but he moved his face to the side again, and trailed a line of steamy hot kisses along my neckline. His hand ran under my breasts, and continued moving to my back, unhooking my bra.
    His rough hands captured my breasts as his mouth kissed down to the sensitive skin between my neck and my shoulder.
    My head fell back as a soft