Love Me an Angel: A Biker Erotic Romance Read Free Page A

biting, licking, sucking, covered in sweat, and I know I’m not going to last for much longer.  “I’m close,” I tell him, and he looks down at me as he thrusts hard into me once, twice, and as he enters me the third time I feel like I’m falling over a ledge and I scream his name and I hear him grunt mine as we come together.
     
    Consciousness starts to return slowly and I feel deliciously drowsy and completely satisfied.  “Well, we definitely need to do that again.” Brian laughs and I smile at him, wondering at how gorgeous he looks collapsed on top of me.
     
    “I think that could be arranged,” I joke back.  Brian kisses me hard and we start all over again.
     
    ***
     
    In the morning I wake up and notice that the other side of the bed is empty, and for a split-second I don’t remember where I am. Then the events of the night come rushing back and I stretch out feeling my aching muscles.  I can smell coffee and I scrabble around on the floor looking for my clothes. I pull on my jeans, but can’t find my top, so I settle for one of Brian’s T-shirts that are thrown over the rocking chair.  I follow the smell of cooking and the sound of pots and pans and I find Brian busying himself cracking eggs and looking perfectly at home in the kitchen.
     
    “Well you’re just full of surprises aren’t you?” I ask, taking in the domesticity of the scene.
     
    “I hope you like eggs,” he replies, smiling at me as he stirs and adjusts the heat.  “Coffee’s fresh.” He nods over at the pot.
     
    I pour myself a cup and lean against the kitchen counter, watching him work.  He divides up the scrambled eggs he’s made and kisses me softly on the lips as he hands me a plate. “Morning gorgeous, I could definitely get used to waking up with you,” he says.
     
    We take a seat at the kitchen table and the reality of the situation hits me like a ton of bricks.  “What are we going to do?” I ask him. 
     
    “I don’t know,” Brian says quietly, looking at his plate rather than at me.  “How much do you know about what’s happened between The Eagles and The Stones?” Brian asks, looking at me warily.
     
    “I know that you guys are rival gangs and you don’t like each other very much. There’s a lot of dick-measuring, but that’s about it,” I tell him.  “What else is there to know?” I ask, ducking my head so Brian has to meet my gaze.
     
    “There’s a little more to it than that,” Brian starts to say and then stops, getting up from the table like he’s heard something.
     
    “Brian, what?  What’s going on?” I ask before I hear it too. It’s the unmistakable noise of motorbikes—a lot of them—and it sounds like they’re heading towards us.
     
    “God Dammit,” he curses, looking between me and the door.  I can only watch as he heads into the kitchen and pulls something out of a drawer. As he turns around I see that he’s holding a gun.
     
    “Brian, what the—” I start, but his expression makes me stop.
     
    “Jimmy, it’s me, we’ve got a problem,” Brian says into his cell.  “I don’t know, a lot of them,” he adds in reply to whoever he’s talking to.  “Get as many as you can and get here now,” he barks into the phone and hangs up.
     
    “Looks like we weren’t as careful as we thought,” he tells me, his expression softening.  “Whatever happens from here on out, I just want you to know that I’m not going to give up on us, not without a fight,” he says, and the certainty in his eyes makes me feel a little less scared.
     
    “It’s my brothers isn’t it?  They’re the ones who you think are outside,” I say, and I watch Brian nod slowly.  “Before I go out there I want to know what all this is about—it’s more than just a fight over turf.  What happened?”
     
    Brian pauses for a moment and then clearly sees the determination in my face; he knows that I deserve the truth.  “The Eagles and The Stones have never gotten