Free Split - Coffin Nails MC (Contemporary New Adult Erotic Dark Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 7) by Miss Merikan Page A

a voice that
reminded her of how his hands had held her.
    Asty gave a shuddery breath and gently
squeezed Beast’s horn before getting to her feet. The trailer was too small to
hold her alongside a large goat, and as much as she wanted to be with her pet,
she couldn’t. “Sorry, Baby,” she muttered as she closed the door.
    Hunter’s presence was burning her back when
she rushed to the car and jumped into the passenger seat. Not talking too much
would be the safest option. He was the last—maybe before his sleazy cousin—person
she wanted to be with that evening, but Beast’s health was priority, so she’d
bear with it just like she bore with the pain radiating all over the skin of
her stomach.
    As they sat in the front and drove off in
uncomfortable silence, she couldn’t help but admit to herself that even though
she had avoided going to the clubhouse after getting back that tarot card, a
part of her had hoped he’d come visit her again. Maybe in a less creepy
fashion, but still. He would ring the doorbell so she’d come down and tell him
he wasn’t welcome. To which he’d have some cocky, sexy comeback, and maybe,
just maybe, she’d reluctantly invite him in for coffee.
    She hated herself for fantasizing about the
heat of his cock inside her while Beast was suffering in the back, but the
moment she and Hunter were in close quarters, her nose picked up on his cologne
and her skin on his body heat. It was purely physical. She couldn’t help it.
    Hunter cleared his throat after a good ten
minutes of silence. “So, what’s the deal with the goat?”
    Asty brushed her hand over her face and
froze in terror when she realized she had absolutely no makeup on. She was
bare, with her big eyes and small nose that combined to make her look like a
child if she didn’t apply any products. Her eyelashes were short, barely
visible, and the uneven skin tone around her eyes and lips had been a major
issue for her since she could remember. She looked away, hoping her big hair
would protect her from his prying eyes, but her stomach clenched in shame. It
had been years since she had let anyone, other than her immediate family, see
her without makeup. Hunter would surely notice how different she looked, how
childlike and plain her face really was. He’d stop being interested in her.
He’d stop teasing her. That was exactly what she wanted, so why did she care?
    “It’s my pet,” she muttered eventually and
pointed him in the direction he should take at the crossing.
    “Are you fattening him up for a ritual or
some shit? Or do you pray to him?”
    Of course, he didn’t take her seriously.
Why would he. He didn’t understand how the world was truly constructed, that
demons were more real than most people thought. If he knew what she did, he
wouldn’t joke about these matters.
    “Do you even listen to yourself? He’s back
there, crying, and he needs help. Why are you making stupid jokes?” she uttered
and suddenly burst out with a sob, turning away so he wouldn’t witness her ugly
cry.
    “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that
way. I just wanted to distract you. Please don’t cry.”
    “I’m not crying,” sobbed Asty and rubbed
her eyes with the heels of her hands. She pushed her whole body against the
door and looked outside. When she flexed her stomach, the cuts on her skin
screamed at her not to, and she quickly pulled on the front of her hoodie so
the fabric wouldn’t be too close to the wounds. She just wanted this day to
end.
    “Fine,” Hunter muttered, but he wouldn’t
shut up. “So … has Ray talked to you lately?”
    “What?” Asty sniffled and glanced at him
from behind her shoulder. Hunter had such a good profile, and his dark brown
hair shone in the lamplight, like waves spilling down his shoulders and chest.
“Why would I talk to that sleazebag?”
    “I don’t know. You let him fuck you, so
maybe you like him. I’m just saying, for your own good, don’t go out with him
if he asks,