Free The Devil in Her Bed (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas Page A

speeds low so Jenny didn’t have to work too hard until Asher turned into a small house set well back from the street. He eased his bike to a stop in the carport, and Jenny followed.
     
    “Where are we?” she asked, as she gingerly dismounted, baring her teeth in pain. Then, she looked around.
     
    “My place,” he said, as he led the way through the carport door.
     
    The house itself was small but cozy and warm with simple dark furniture. He flipped on the lights and the kitchen blazed, the glow spilling into the living area. It was a typical bachelor pad, complete with comfortable looking furniture and a giant television. The house was obviously older, but it had been well-maintained. Asher indicated for her take a seat, as he opened the refrigerator.
     
    “Beer?”
     
    “Lovely, thanks,” she replied, as she wandered into the living room, her eyes still roaming the house.
     
    He joined her in the room and handed her an open bottle before taking a seat opposite her. “What in the hell were you thinking?” he demanded. His face was stern and his voice was iron, but not without concern.
     
    She looked away. “I was just trying to find some more information. No one else was doing anything,” she mumbled.
     
    “Apart from me. You’re lucky I was there.” She looked up at him blankly. “What? Did you think I just happened to wander up? We know where the Trifecta hang out. I was in there trying to find out what I could when you arrived. I saw you come in. I had to blow my cover when that fuck followed you out. You realize you nearly got raped by some Trifecta bastard, right? What if I hadn’t been there?”
     
    She felt a blush rise up her face and became aware again of the sharp pain in her side. She tried to stretch it out and winced. “I know. Thank you for saving me.”
     
    His facing softened to concern, as she winced. “Are you okay?”
     
    “Yeah. I think I just banged up my ribs a little when I fell. I’ll be fine,” she shifted slightly to set her bottle on the table and winced sharply again.
     
    He set down his own bottle before as he rose to his feet and knelt down on the floor beside her. “Let me look at those ribs.”
     
    “You’re a doctor now?”
     
    “No, but I’ve had a few banged up ribs in my time. I know what I’m doing,” he murmured. He carefully eased her tight fitting shirt up, just enough to expose the bruise that was forming. He started to gently manipulate the area with his fingers, carefully pressing and smoothing, searching for a break.
     
    She tried to endure, but his touch, though gentle, still hurt like a bastard, so she twisted and hissed as he probed.
     
    “I think they are just bruised. Your face is a little scraped up, too. You need some painkillers and something to help with the swelling. Ibuprofen should work for both. I’ll get a cold press too,” he said, as he stood up and moved into the kitchen, efficiently gathering the supplies he need. He returned with a two pills in his hand, a glass of water, some ice wrapped in a towel, and another warm wet cloth he used to clean the scrapes on her face. Finished with her face, he pressed the towel to ribs, as she downed the pills and water.
     
    “Where did you learn to talk like that?” Jenny asked, as she waited for the pills to work.
     
    “The accent? I grew up in Dalton, Georgia. I lived there until I was about twelve. That’s when my mom dragged me down here, chasing some guy. I’ve lost most of the accent,” he said with a grin, “but I can still talk like that when I want too,” he finished, the Foghorn Leghorn accent back in full force.
     
    “Did you find out anything?” she asked.
     
    “Nothing we didn’t already know. You?”
     
    “Nothing useful. Only that leader is some Asian dude that lives in North Bay and has a boat. Oh, and they plan to run the city sometime soon.”
     
    Asher snorted out a laugh. “Good luck with that. But we didn’t know that he lived in North Bay