Free Revolution (The Lone Riders MC Series Book 1) by Michelle Betham Page A

‘Stay here, and stay naked.’
    ‘You got it, biker boy.’ She watched him head off into the bathroom, waiting for the shower to switch on before she turned to face Coby. He’d moved into full view again, standing there with his hands still in his pockets, his face impassive. She walked back over to the sideboard, leaning against it, her fingers gripping the edges. She wasn’t going to cover up. She didn’t see the point.
    He walked further into the room, their eyes still locked together until he was almost right in front of her, and only then did his gaze drop.
    ‘What the hell was that?’ he asked, raising his head, their eyes locking once more. ‘You get some kind of kick out of it?’
    ‘You have no idea how much.’ Her eyes stared deep into his. ‘I thought this was what you wanted, Coby. To see me naked. To watch me fuck.’
    ‘I said we play fair. And this – this isn’t fair. That – I don’t want to see that. I don’t want to see someone else fucking you.’
    ‘I didn’t make you watch.’
    ‘Where is this going, Lexi? Because I have put my life on the fucking line for you, darlin’. Everything I have, my reputation, my place in this club – it’s all on the fucking line, for you .’
    ‘I said don’t, Coby. Don’t do that. Don’t make me feel that way because that – that isn’t fair.’
    His eyes scanned her naked body, slowly, carefully, but his hands stayed in their pockets. ‘You know, in the beginning, I always thought of you like a daughter. When I first met you you were just ten years old, so what other way could I think of you?’
    She leant forward slightly, her mouth almost touching his as she spoke. ‘Well, it wouldn’t do for “ daddy” to touch his girl in an inappropriate way then, would it? Even though she’s all grown-up now.’
    ‘Enough, Lexi!’ Coby hissed, taking a step back. ‘This is all bullshit, do you hear me? We’re crossing lines, sweetheart, and I’m losing track of just what the hell we’re doing here.’
    ‘ Crossing lines?’
    He shook his head. ‘Maybe you should have stayed in England .’
    ‘You would’ve preferred that, huh? If I’d stayed away, out of sight. To protect you , and fuck anyone else. Is that it?’
    He ran a hand over the back of his neck, looking briefly down at the floor. ‘How are things over there?’
    She stared at him, waiting until his eyes met hers again, cocking her head slightly, taking a deep breath before she answered him, her voice lowering so it was barely audible. ‘Things are fine. My dad’s got it.’
    ‘Jesus Christ…’ Coby said quietly, looking away for a second or two before meeting her gaze once more.
    ‘Touch me,’ she whispered, her look daring him to do it.
    He let out a small laugh, bowing his head again.
    ‘Take what’s yours, Coby.’
    He moved a step closer, reaching out and sliding a hand between her legs, making her gasp out loud as he roughly pressed up against her. ‘ That hasn’t been mine for a long time, baby.’
    ‘And whose fault is that?’
    ‘I had no choice.’
    ‘Yeah. You did, Coby. You did.’ She reached out to touch his face, running her fingers lightly over his grey-flecked goatee. ‘I’m sorry. I really am. For the position I’ve put you in. For the way it all happened. But you wanted it as much as I did. In the end.’
    He took hold of her hand, gripping her wrist, his eyes boring into hers. ‘I still want it, Lexi. God help me… but I just… I can’t… And watching him – watching Jesse fuck you right there in front of me…’
    ‘You could have walked away.’
    ‘And why would I do that, huh?’
    ‘I need you, Coby.’
    ‘You are gonna kill me, baby.’
    ‘I need you,’ she whispered, moving her mouth closer to his, the memories and the pain and the raw, angry passion she felt for this man flooding her entire body. ‘Jesse he… I loved him, I… but that was before… Coby, I need you .’
    He let go of her hand and it dropped to her side.