Stain (King's Harlots MC Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

pissed that you didn’t come to me sooner. If you would have told me in the first place, it would have been less of a blow when you gave me that letter from Angel.”
    “How did you know it was from him?”
    “I’m not stupid.” I brushed my thumb over the tiny scars on his knuckles. “You also trained me, remember? I know you had no choice. Maybe I should be more upset, but we both know I can’t stay mad at you.”
    A small smile tugged at his lips. “Probably doesn’t help we both know each other so well, either.”
    I shrugged. Best friends turned lovers. It had happened, but could it happen to us? I wasn’t sure, but if the kisses we shared were any indication, I was up for it.
    “Let’s continue working out before I lose my damn mind,” Asher grumbled, rising to his full height. He went back to the punching bag. It was how he was wired. Whenever frustration settled in, he worked out. It had been like that for years.
    I headed over to the treadmill. Running was my thing. No matter what happened in life, I always felt better after building up a good sweat. If that sweat could be from other things, it would be even more satisfying.
    While Asher lifted some weights, I pounded my feet into the mat of the treadmill. I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same about those kisses. Did he kiss me because it was the only thing he could think of? Did he have the same reaction as me? God, I had never worried about that before. Even with the couple of guys I had been with, I didn’t overly care if they were attracted to me. I could never understand why, but I just wasn’t that into them. Maybe I was saving myself for that one, that special person who complemented me.
    Suddenly, I felt a warm body behind me. A large hand reached in front of me, turning off the treadmill. I came to a stop, my heart racing hard against my ribs. My blood pounded, deafening me.
    I didn’t know what Asher’s intentions were. But when his finger brushed down the side of my neck, a purr escaped my mouth. My body betrayed me. It was a small touch but it had been more than I had in months.
    “You interrupted my run,” I told Asher, gripping the sides of the machine.
    “I did.” The deep rumble of his voice washed over me, caressing my skin and squeezing my soul.
    “Why?”
    Asher spun me in his arms, curling his fist in my hair. “Because of this.”
    Before I could protest, his mouth came down on mine. I breathed him in, leaning into his touch. He tasted of mint, smelled of spice, and was hard as a rock. My senses became overloaded, and I couldn’t help but kiss him back.
    Asher curled his fist in my hair, pulling my head back to give him better access to my mouth. His tongue circled against mine. His free hand roamed down the side of my body before gripping my ass. He groaned, the sound rumbling from his broad chest.
    The kiss deepened. Caging me in with his thick arms, Asher ground his pelvis into mine.
    I gasped.
    Lifting me in his arms, Asher wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed his hips into mine.
    All I could do was hold onto him while he took control of my mouth and body. An ache formed between my legs, getting stronger as the kiss went on. He swallowed my sounds of pleasure, massaging his hands into the flesh of my body. Being held by him felt natural. Real. Needed. I couldn’t help but give in.
    Asher broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down the length of my jaw. A peck here. A nip there. With each touch, my heart jumped. Each breath, each moan, I opened myself to him.
    “You are so fucking beautiful, Hummingbird,” he purred against my skin.
    “Asher,” I moaned.
    Shit. A moment of clarity struck me. “ No .” I pushed him back, shoving out of his grip, and jumped off the treadmill. With a shaky hand, I brushed it through my hair, trying everything to compose myself. “We can’t.” As much as I wanted to continue—God did I ever want to continue—I couldn’t. We couldn’t. It wasn’t right. We were