Nix: The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, Book 7.5 Read Online Free PDF Page A

to get it on with an incubus, until someone let it slip who I’d been married to and he bowed out. A fucking incubus — a creature who feeds off sex and has had centuries or possibly longer to perfect his technique — decided he didn’t want to have sex with me.
    Had I told Nix what Jinn was to try to push him away? Yeah, probably, though I hadn’t given it that particular thought when I told him. Still, I was surprised he was still interested.
    Also, he was right about Deer not being monogamous. No way would a relationship between us work. No freaking way.
    I mentally ticked off all the things he had going against him — wolf, biker, monogamous.
    Fucking a wolf might be the king of all bad ideas, but if he could give me a night of good sex, I’d take it.
    He’d warned me his house was more than he needed, but I’d expected maybe three or four bedrooms instead of the one or two bedrooms most bachelors were good with.
    This house was a mansion . Combine the structure with the hundreds of acres of property he must’ve had to buy to get two miles of range, and he’d likely spent well over a million on this place. No way did he make that kind of money from the military, and I doubted he made it from the RTMC gun shop classes, either.
    So, of course, the first words out of my mouth when we arrived were, “How the hell do you afford this place?”
    He grinned. “It’s in the sticks and it was a foreclosure — I paid just under half the fair market value. Duke’s wife got me a helluva deal.” He nodded toward the barn. “Since I don’t intend to have horses, I’ve talked to Duke and Brain about the RTMC buying some cows. The club owns part of a meat processing plant already, and I wouldn’t mind renting the land for the cows, and feeding them and such. The RTMC will have to handle whatever veterinary crap has to be done, but it would be a good use of that part of the land.”
    “I’m assuming you’ve been all over it as a wolf?”
    His smile lit his face. “I found an entrance to a cave, and lots of wildlife I hadn’t expected. Based on the scent markers, I’m pretty sure I have a nesting pair of eagles either on or near my property. When I find the nest — if it’s on my property — I want to put some video cameras up to keep an eye on them.”
    Even at half price he shouldn’t be able to afford this place, but I decided not to argue. I was here for sex, not his financial status. Granted, if he was moonlighting as an assassin for hire I should probably know, but asking again felt rude, so I didn’t.
    He’d stopped just outside the garage, and now he pushed a button beneath his bike’s speedometer and the garage door opened. I walked in with him as he pushed the bike, and noted five more motorcycles, an old nondescript pickup truck, and an Audi RS7. Bigger and more expensive than mine. No wonder he’d known so much about my car.
    “I test drove the RS7,” I told him, “but preferred the agility of the five. How do you like your seven?”
    “Love it, though I don’t drive it often.” He nodded toward his bikes. “I prefer to feel the wind, usually.”
    Even when it’s freezing outside , I thought as I made a conscious effort not to let him know how cold I was after the ride.
    Again, I wanted to ask what he did to earn so much money, but I reminded myself this was just a night of sex and it didn’t matter.
    I followed him to the door into the house and he hesitated before he used the keypad to unlock it. “I haven’t bought any new furniture yet, and my old doesn’t really work with the house. Plus, there are still lots of empty rooms.”
    I smirked. “The biker bad-ass cares I’ll think his décor sucks?”
    He rolled his eyes and pushed the door open to show off a gorgeous kitchen with miles of marble countertops and a beautiful island.
    “Do you cook, or is this kitchen going to be wasted?” I asked.
    “I can cook every kind of meat a variety of ways.”
    His scent changed and I