Taking Whatever He Wants: The Cline Brothers of Colorado Read Free

air because suddenly I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My eyes immediately moved to his. Brent only had three staff members here, so who was the other person? The man in the chair stood up and I took a step back. Holy shit, what did they feed people here? I really hoped the over grown six foot something giant wasn’t a part of the staff. The feeling rushing over me just from the first glance hit me like a brick wall. It was straight up lust. I wanted to climb up him and grind my untouched body against his strong one.
    “Um, hello, everyone. I’m Sonya, and I’ll be holding down the fort for Brent until he comes back. Although, I’m sure it will be simple since he raved about his team,” I said without taking my eyes away from the man in jeans and a black tee shirt that hugged the muscles on his arms.
    One of the chicks at the table noticed my gawking and said, “Don’t worry, he’s a gentle giant. He won’t bite and he doesn’t work here.”
    “Oh. So what are you doing here?” I asked with a sassy tone. I didn’t mean to, but why did mister perfection just mosey on in here when he didn’t even belong and fuck up my cool no nonsense way of managing a bar? It wasn’t time for the bar to be open for another five hours, so it was a fair question.
    “I’m here to fix your flat apparently. I’m Shane Cline.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry.” Oops, he worked for the tire place. I didn’t mean to be rude to him.
    “No sweat.”
    “Here’s your water, Shane,” the guy who’s name I couldn’t remember for the life of me said as handed it to the mechanic.
    “I’ll be outside. I’ll let you know when I’m done,” he grumbled, strolling out of the place like he didn’t just knock my world off kilter.
    “He’s not available, honey,” Mack said. That was his name. As soon as the big guy gave me room to breathe I could remember the other guy’s name. I was in big trouble if he came back in during working hours.

Chapter 2
    It was the end of summer and more and more vehicles were on the road, more importantly motorcycles. It was my specialty. I owned Inclined Motorcycles and Auto Repair. The business started as a repair shop, but as my skills at building rides grew, I added custom motorcycles to my services. We had about ten orders a year and growing. With a small staff and the custom builds, I had to be careful what I could take on. Timing was important to my clients, and as a man of my word, I made all my deadlines. I didn’t care if I had to spend eighty hours a week in the shop to get shit done on time. That was just who I was; it was engrained into me. So I felt shitty that I hadn't kept my word to Brent. He was a good friend and needed me to do him a solid. Not that it mattered either way; my word was my bond.
    When I pulled up to the bar, I saw the vehicle immediately. The rust bucket had a gangster lean about it. I had a feeling it was more than a bent rim. It was going to need to be towed into the shop. Now, I didn’t feel so guilty about the reschedule. I wasn’t worried about the cost because Brent was good for it. It was strange, though, that he was willing to pay for his new employee’s car to be fixed, but it was only strange until I saw her. She was fucking perfect and coming down from Brent’s place. Since Brent was estranged from his family, I knew she wasn’t related, so there was only one explanation for her staying with him. He was fucking her. I hated that bullshit because I wanted her, too.
    My eyes had a hard time pulling away from her. I watched her legs slide one in front of the other as she walked down the stairs. She had on a pair of leggings that clung to her legs like they were painted on. I groaned internally.
    I was sitting down next to the other two girls that worked at the bar, Chrissy and Susie. I didn’t invite them to sit next to me, but they always seemed to follow me around. Like somehow after four years of knowing them I was suddenly going to change and want to fuck