Exquisite Karma (Iron Horse MC Book 4) Read Free Page A

attachments to anything or anyone, but they loved their president.
    I just didn’t know why they were here. Yeah, they all came to visit ’cause we were the national chapterhouse, like bees returning to the hive, but so many of them at once, clearly on alert, sent my Spidey sense tingling. We weren’t in danger quite yet, but the potential hung in the air, gathering around the men like a deepening gloom. Not saying I can see auras like my friend Indigo can, but I felt bad shit coming over the horizon, and couldn’t figure out what form that danger would come in.
    Beach carried the burden of the entire MC on his broad and capable shoulders, and he’d pulled away from me a little bit over the past weeks. Nothing major, but enough that I knew he was getting trapped in his own head. If he didn’t give his mind at least a little bit of rest he was going to break, and there was no way in hell I was going to let the happen.
    I’d grown used to my loving, attentive man over the past ten months and I hated seeing him stressed out like this. The only way I could seem to reach him was physically, and if that’s what it took then I had no qualms about seducing my man. It was only after a good round of rough sex that he would calm down enough to untie me and make love to me. If he was feeling particularly feisty that night, he might make me sleep next to him with our wrists bound together by sheep-skin-lined cuffs. Most women would balk at that, but I understood his need to make sure I was safe by his side even in sleep, that I wouldn’t be taken from him when he was most vulnerable. It was kind of sweet in a slightly stalker-esque way.
    The low hum of the vibrator sent tingles through me and I could just imagine the smirk on Beach’s slightly weathered face.
    I lifted my hand against the glare of the sun, my eyes taking a moment to adjust after the dimness of the kitchen. The shouts of children and men’s booming laughter filled the air, and I fought to keep from smiling when I spotted Beach standing tall and proud with a group of rough guys. I noticed that his attention was now totally on me and couldn’t help the big grin that curved my lips. Tingles that had less to do with the vibrator and more to do with the insane chemistry between us sparked to life in my belly.
    Never in my life had I been this content, this secure, and this happy. All because of an outlaw biker with eyes as dark as the deepest sapphire. He raised a brow, as if asking why I was just standing there, and I started moving again, refusing to admit to myself that he affected me as much as he did.
    Thanks to all the recent rain, the grass was a thick, lush green and a group of young boys were barefoot, running through it while they played with bubbles and toy trucks. Beach assigned the Prospects with yard duty and had them literally crawling through the play area for the really young kids on their hands and knees, picking up anything that could go into a curious toddlers mouth. That was Beach, always looking out for his people in ways I’d never even think of.
    A few people called my name, but I gave them a smile and a small wave, letting them know I’d talk to them later.
    Much later.
    As in after-I-fucked-the-shit-out-of-my-man-or-vice-versa later. He’d been gone so much lately, flying across the US to visit different clubs, but he wouldn’t tell me what it was all about. Not that I’d pushed him much. Truly, I was better off not knowing some of the things Beach did on a daily basis, and I was okay with that. I just wished he could confide in me a little more so I could help ease the pressure on him. Yeah, I supported him whenever and wherever I could at the clubhouse, but I wish he could see what an asset I could be helping out with the business aspects of the club as well. But nooooo. I was a girl, and girls couldn’t possibly understand the oh-so-complicated work the menfolk did.
    Stupid bikers.
    If Beach wasn’t so hot, I’d flick his balls