Desire: Big Bear Outlaw MC Romance Book 1 Read Free

Kyle asked. I hated him for
infringing on our time, breaking the continuity of our moment,
however, insignificant it was.
    “ I was just saying that I didn ’ t know the Emma,
here, was the kind of girl who came to parties like this. The girl
I know from English class, wouldn ’ t be caught dead in
a place like this. ”
    “ So, she ’ s different? ” Kyle asked as if I
wasn ’ t there. “ Different how? ”
    Blood ran to my cheeks, and they
got flushed – I was glad that it was too dark for anyone to notice,
but I was growing angry.
    “ Quiet, reserved. Not someone who would hang out with
bikers, ” Jack said looking straight at me.
    What was this? Were they making fun of me?
    “ What are you doing? ” I asked Jack. He shrugged, tried to
look innocent. “ Why are you talking about me as if I ’ m not
here? ”
    “ I don ’ t know, ” he said taking a step back. “ I was just trying to
tell my brother a little more about you. ”
    “ Well, don ’ t, ” I said. My anger was getting the
best of me, but I had to get this out. “ You
don ’ t know anything about me. And besides, it ’ s very rude to talk
about someone as if they aren ’ t there. You could
at least wait until I leave to talk about me behind my back, like a
normal person. ”
    “ Emma, I was just joking, ” Jack whispered. The smirk that had
made a home on his face disappeared. There was no more attitude
behind those blue eyes, and he looked as if he were
naked.
    “ I ’ m sorry, ” he added. “ I
didn ’ t mean anything by it. ”
    I believed him, but I
couldn ’ t stay. I was too angry. He had no right to speculate like
that about me and who I was. He probably didn ’ t even know my last
name, who did he think he was talking about me like
that?
    “ I ’ m going to go home, ” I turned to Emma. “ I got to get
back. ”
    “ No, please, Emma, don ’ t
go, ” Delilah plead. “ The
party ’ s just getting started. ”
    “ Yeah, c ’ mon Emma, I ’ m
sorry, ” Jack said.
    “ Stay, please stay, ” Carter added.
    “ No, it ’ s fine. I just got to go, ” I said.
Donna ’ s eyes met mine and silently plead for me not to ask her
for a ride home. I knew she wanted to stay, and that was fine by
me.
    “ I don ’ t live very far. I ’ ll walk.
It ’ s less than two miles, ” I said. “ I
don ’ t need a ride. ”
    “ Are you sure? ” Delilah asked, to be polite. I
nodded and gave her a brief hug.
    “ Nice to meet you...Carter.... Kyle. Jack,
I ’ ll see you later, ” I said and waved
good-bye.

Chapter
3
     
    EMMA
     
     
    Up until a few days ago, Jack and
I have never spoken to each other. But then we were assigned to be
peer review partners in English. I wrote a story about losing my
mother to cancer. He had liked it and I didn ’ t have the strength
to tell him that it was a lie. My mother didn ’ t die of cancer. She
had just walked out. I argued with myself that I
didn ’ t owe him - a total stranger - an explanation. But the way
he had looked at me, with that sympathy in his eyes and the pain
that I felt him feeling for me, I knew that it was
wrong.
    The story that he had written was about a
middle-aged man, a criminal, torn in two directions. On one hand,
he felt loyalty to his friends and family who were part of the same
gang as he was. He was an integral member of the gang, and that
made them more than friends, it made them brothers. On the other
hand, the man felt loyalty toward his girlfriend and their two
children who lived off the money that his criminal behavior brought
in. The man knew that by continuing down this path, he would either
end up in prison for the rest of his life or dead. He faced this
conflict on a daily basis and, at the end, his loyalties to his
brotherhood ended up killing him.
    The story was perfect.
Well-written. Succinct. I didn ’ t have any criticism
to offer. All I wanted to know was whether it was about
him.
    The only thing the story was
missing was a title. Jack didn