His Young Queen: (Steel Jackals MC #1) Read Online Free PDF

night and then sleep in tomorrow.” God, she sounded so hopeful it was pathetic. But they used to do that all the time before he left.
    “I don’t fuckin’ think so.”
    She felt her face fall. “What?” She pushed off from the stove and went to him. Screw his jitters. “You can’t stay? Why?” The alarm in her voice didn’t even faze her. He couldn’t leave her again. She gripped his thick forearms when he came around to face her. “Please don’t go. You just got here and…and…I don’t want you to go again.” She shook her head for good measure.
    Something was wrong with him. His lip curled, and he was breaking out in a sweat.
    Concerned, she reached up to swipe at a droplet of moisture beading over his furrowed brow. “Are you okay? Tell me what’s wrong, Josh. Maybe I can help.”
    “I think it would be wise to get your half-naked ass the fuck away from me, Tish.”
    She couldn’t have been more surprised had he slapped her. She let go of him, drawing her hands to her chest and curling her fingers around her damp thumb. Taking step after step back, she didn’t stop until the wall met her back and the push-pin anchoring the calendar poked into the back of her head.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your personal space. I know how uncomfortable that can be.”
    “How’s that?”
    “Pardon?” She was fighting not to acknowledge his rejection. If it wormed its way into her and became a permanent memory, she’d never have any peace.
    “Who’s been invading your personal space?”
    “Oh, uh, no one in particular. It just happens.” Her gaze bounced around. She couldn’t look at him anymore, was too embarrassed. She glanced at her clothes again. Why did he keep mentioning what she was wearing?
    Her eyes went to skip past his body, but they didn’t make it. Her breath whooshed out in a hot rush as her focus locked like a laser on something she couldn’t mistake for anything other than what it was. A solid bulge in the front of his jeans. Unless he’d smuggled something long and thick out of the prison when he’d left, he was hard.
    “Ignore that, Tish-Tosh.” He’d clearly seen where her attention had landed. “I just spent three years in a cell. That would happen if I saw a chicken crossing the fuckin’ road.”
    The pain in her chest flared, layering over his previous dismissal like a punch. It opened her up and allowed his rejection entry. Did he not think she was attractive? Did he not like the way she turned out? Deep down she knew she’d fared well in the looks department. She had nice blue eyes, long, shiny blonde hair, and a perky ass. But Josh obviously found her lacking. And wasn’t that just her luck? She couldn’t give the only man she’d ever found attractive a simple hard-on. Tears burned her throat, but she swallowed them down and schooled her features before he saw how he was making her bleed.
    “I gotta go,” he muttered.
    “Where?” She slapped a hand over her mouth, appalled that she’d done it again. If you weren’t their old lady or their birth mother, you didn’t question a Steel Jackal.
    Another glower came her way. “Not that I owe you an explanation,” he said bluntly, “but I’m going to take care of this fuckin’ dick. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    He went for the door, and as a ferocious jealousy smashed into her, the strength of it nearly making her vomit, Tish’s mouth was going again, offering things her brain hadn’t authorized.
    “I’ll help you with it.”
    His heavy boots stopped dead on the clean tile. She held her breath as his head swiveled her way. “What the fuck did you just say, little girl?”
    She placed a hand on her roiling stomach and followed through. Yes, because she’d started this, but more because she so badly wanted to be the one he turned to when he needed relief. “I’ll take care of you. I’d…I’d like to be the one to take care of you.”
    “You. Take care of me. I thought our deal was the other