Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection Read Online Free PDF

gorgeous blue eyes studied the tablet in her hands, like two planets suspended in a galaxy of faint freckles. Her lips, full even now, when they were pursed, called to him through the glass.
    It was weird – she was just outside the front door, but it felt like she was miles away. He’d always been so confident around her. So at ease with their sharp banter. But now, his every muscle tensed in anticipation of getting close to her again.
    In spite of every effort not to think about it, the memory of the first time they’d kissed assailed him. Honey had badgered them into attending Kitty’s graduation. Rick had been back in town after his college finals and, at age twenty, Mike had just opened his one-man bike shop.
    Once the ceremony was over, the Blade brothers convinced Kitty’s mother to let her go out for a night on the town with them. She was hesitant, but eventually she relented and soon they were packed into Rick’s Tahoe, armed with a set of fake ID’s, flying towards the bars and clubs of Third Street. They found a parking spot on the street towards the end of the strip, and decided to bar hop down it and back. Rick, always the fucking white knight, acted as designated driver.
    They were halfway through their pub-crawl, drunk and stumbling, when Kitty started shivering in the unseasonably cool evening air.
    “Take my jacket.”
    This was a big deal for him and Kitty knew it. He loved his leather motorcycle jacket like a fat kid loved cake. So when he slid it off and around her shoulders, she had beamed with drunken joy and damn, it had felt good.
    “Seriously, Mikey?” she’d said.
    “Just don’t puke on it.”
    Even with his snappy little joke, her eyes had gone all soft and pretty. Then, out of nowhere, she’d grabbed a fistful of his shirt in each hand, rose up on her tiptoes, and planted a long, soft kiss on his lips.
    At the time, he didn’t overthink it. Just a drunk kid showing a little sloppy appreciation. And she did end up puking on it a few minutes later. He never did see the jacket again, but every once in a while—okay, way more often than it should have--the memory floated to the forefront of his mind, and he couldn’t shake it.
    Like now.
    He watched her now as she moved around the yard, checking soil and tugging weeds with the comfort of someone who’d been doing it for a while. She straightened and then blew a lock of hair from her eyes.
    Lord, she was pretty.
    Part of him wanted to go out there now and set the record straight. Put his cards on the table and tell her, mistake or no, right or wrong, he wanted her. The other part wanted to forget it ever happened, because the way she’d made him feel with just a few kisses scared the shit out of him. It would be easy enough – he’d rib her a bit about her mix up the night before and then sweet talk her a bit. That, he was good at.
    What the fuck was he doing?
    He drew the blinds shut with a snap and picked his way back into the kitchen. He could have almost any woman he wanted. He sure as shit didn’t need to be the second place, consolation prize for Kitty Pepper, and he sure as shit wasn’t going to apologize for her trying to seduce him .
    From his toolbox, he dug out a putty knife and a bottle of solvent. It was time to turn his attention to Honey’s old, rooster-dotted wallpaper. It was yellowed with time and starting to peel at the corners. He used to despise this old wallpaper, but now he almost couldn’t bring himself to tear it down.
    Inhaling deeply, he swore he could still smell Yankee pot roast on it.
    He poured the chemical remover into a spray bottle and aimed it at the wall. It took half the bottle to coat the entire wall, and soon the smell of Honey’s cooking was masked by the awful stench of chemicals. As the awful yellowing paper began to roll up and disintegrate, an ache formed in his chest.
    He wasn’t just scrubbing the wall – he was destroying a thousand memories that were made there. Yeah, so maybe