Firefight: The Soul Scorchers MC (The Scorched Souls Serial-series Book 2) Read Free Page B

your memory. You had another flash, didn’t you?” He tilted the glass back, emptying the liquor.
    Without thinking, I grabbed the glass and got up, pouring him another.
    “Ice, babe. Just a few cubes,” he said softly.
    I added the ice and sat back down, sliding the glass across the table.
    “We were at a bar. You were over by the juke box, screwing some skanky older woman. She had nice tits. I was watching you from across the bar.”
    Recognition altered his expression. He knew what I was talking about. I could see it in his eyes. He didn’t deny it either.
    “You’re right. We were in the middle of a sex game. You wanted me fuck the bartender while I watched your reaction. You joined us later. It was one of our better nights.” He gave me a wolfish grin.
    For some reason, I couldn’t imagine myself having a three-way with that strange woman. “I don’t believe it,” I contradicted. “I wouldn’t do that.”
    “That’s my point, Sally. You, the new you, without her memory, wouldn’t do that. Which is why we’re holding off on sex of any type. You can’t remember what you enjoy.”
    Slamming my palm on the table, I glared at him. “Being with you alone isn’t the same as screwing around with a stranger.” God, he was so frustrating! Why couldn’t he see the difference? “You know damn well what I enjoy! I enjoyed last night.”
    A strange ringing interrupted our argument. He practically flew from his chair and was back in the living room, digging in the couch cushions. Yanking out a phone, he put it to his ear.
    I could tell he was listening. He grunted a few times, once glancing my direction.
    More secrets; he was getting information that effected my life, information he needed to share.
    When he hung up a few minutes later, I was ready. I would remain calm and cool. “ Honey , who was that?”
    His brow rose. “New tactic, huh?” he joked, but I could tell he was worried about something.
    “Please, tell me what is going on. Why can’t we talk to the ATF? They can help us,” I pleaded. “I need to know what’s happening. Was there another fire? When can we go back?” I realized too late that I was escalating again, firing questions at Boone before he could even answer.
    “Whoa. Hold on. That was Bones. Just checking in. He brought us supplies earlier, when you were sleeping. Yes, there was a fire. A youth center burned down. As for the ATF, they can’t be trusted. They have their own agenda in all this. You’re safer with me. If anyone outside the club learns of your whereabouts, you will be in danger. I need you to trust me.”
    “How can I trust you when you won’t tell me anything? I’m not even sure you’re my husband.” There, I’d finally said it.
    I wanted concrete evidence of our ‘love’ as Twila had suggested. Two memories, and some casual assurances from people I didn’t even remember, were no longer enough. I deserved proof. If he could show me something official that confirmed our relationship, I would trust him with the rest of this mess.
    Until then, I’d consider him a potential threat.
    I thought about my kids. JV’s arms wrapped around me almost qualified as the proof I craved – almost , but not quite. Even kids, especially ones with a father like Boone, could be convinced to lie. As unlikely as that scenario was, I couldn’t be sure. I needed to be more aware, wary even, of Boone’s intentions.
    His current intentions were no secret, as his gaze rested on my breasts, where it lingered. He was warring within himself about his stupid little ‘no touch’ rule.
    If he wanted a war, I planned to fight dirty.
    I rose up slowly, giving him a full view of my taut tummy. Making a show of it, I stretched and let out a little moan. “Hum-m-m, so what do we do now?”
    He finished his drink and slammed down the glass. “You go back to bed and rest. I go to the couch and pretend my hand is your cunt.”
    My mouth dropped open. That was so not the answer I was