Two Sides of Noelle: MC Romance (Demon Rebels MC Book 2) Read Free

there’s this bet.” A bet? “We were watching you ladies play and we decided to make a wager.”
    “We?” I have to ask. If Stace and I are going to be a part of some idiotic wager, then we at least deserve to know who in fact is doing the betting.
    His hand waves behind him, motioning to someone. I lean a bit to my right and spot who he’s talking about. The big staring one, who is now standing up from his chair. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit . My eyes go wide before I can school my features into a mask of indifference. “Caveman and me.” His voice pulls my attention back to his smiling face.
    Does he have to be so dangerously alluring?
    “So this bet was what, exactly?” Stacy asks and I send her a silent thank you. I’m not sure I can say anything right now. My tongue feels swollen and my throat is bone dry. I would just grab a drink to soothe myself, but he is still standing right next to my beer. Getting closer to him is probably a horrible idea, at least until were alone and not around so many interested eyes.
    “Well, I bet a fifty that I could distract Sweet Thang here long enough for you to come back and win the game.” He answers Stacy with a smirk and winks at me again when he said Sweet Thang. “My friend over there, he disagrees. Caveman doesn’t think that I will be able to stop her from winning.”
    “That does seem interesting. Any rules about me giving advice on how best to distract her?” Stacy winks at me and rubs the tip of her cue stick with blue chalk. Is she trying to kill me? Pushing me into his arms is what she is doing and my anxiety is over the moon right now on how exactly he would distract me. If it has anything to do with him touching me, then Caveman better be ready to fork over his fifty bucks. One touch from this man and I will not only lose the game but I will orgasm on the spot.
    “Who fucking cares about rules? I’m not a man who plays by any rules.”
    Holy shit.
    “No touching.” A deep rough voice tickles my spine, my eyes snap up to the new player in this game. Yes, this is most definitely a game. I’m not ignorant, I see that I’m being played. I just hope the game ends where I want it to. In blissful sexual exhaustion.
    Caveman is freaking tall. Like tree tall. And I’m feet away from him. If I was right in front of him my neck would cramp up, but my head would rest nicely over his heart. He is at least a foot taller than me at five feet six inches in my bare feet. His wide shoulders remind me of a professional football player, with the pads. Long arms, narrow waist, tree trunk thick thighs, even longer legs. Black, buzzed hair cut close to the skull and black eyes that freak me out. So dark I can’t even find the difference of pupil from iris. As a whole this man is intimidating, frightening, a whole lot of scary as hell. So why do I feel safe with him?
    Odd.
    But kind of nice.
    And still scary.
    Like a rollercoaster that freaks you the fuck out but at the same time you know that you wouldn’t be in any actual danger. Or a trapeze, you could let yourself experience the thrill and the danger of flying through the air but be secure in knowing that if you fall the safety net is right there to catch you.
    Freaking odd as hell.
    “So he can distract her with words, but no touching?” Stacy asks Caveman, pulling me back into the conversation. I move my eyes away from Caveman when he nods his answer, to look at the blond man smiling hugely.
    “Thought I needed a babysitter?” He smirks at his friend. Caveman just snorts before rolling his eyes.
    “I’m Stacy, she is Noelle, he is Caveman, and you are?” I’m really insanely happy she is here right now. There would be a hell of a lot of silence if not for her. Queen of conversation? Yeah that’s not me at all.
    “Wood,” he answers Stacy with another smirk that has me rolling my eyes at him this time. Wood? Figures. I also figure that he is the playboy of the group. Stacy nods to Wood before looking over to