Free Knot (Road Kill MC #2) by Marata Eros

shiver.
    “Aunt Rose?” Charlie asks, his brow beginning to wrinkle in concern.
    “Come on,” I say, struggling for courage. Just struggling.
    I lift the door handle, and the door swings out. I step out into the night. The kiss of late summer lingers, but the bite of autumn eats at the edges of the season, threatening to consume it.
    Charlie gets out and slams the door. He comes around to my side and races up the front walk.
    “Hey, pal!” I say loudly. But I'm smiling. It's such a relief to have this part of my life back, I feel like sobbing from that alone.
    He turns, dark eyes hidden by shadow, blond hair a torch of light in the night.
    “Go on,” I say with a laugh. He runs to the porch, upends the terra-cotta pot filled with scarlet geraniums, and grabs the key. He stabs it into the lock and twists. Leaving the key in the lock, he shoves open the door.
    I trot after. Oops. I turn, locking the car with a beep.
    Noose stands beside my car, so quietly I never heard him behind me.
    Breath eases out me like I’m a leaky balloon, and I make an inarticulate sound like a strangled duck.
    “Rose.” It's all he says. My name.
    My pussy floods with moisture like a trained dog.
    Oh my God. I look back at the front door, partially open.
    “I need—” I swallow, hard. Come on, Rose, stop being a dumb bitch . “I need to get in there and see that Charlie's okay.”
    “Don't worry about the kid, Rose. Got Trainer watching the house.”
    Confusion pierces my lust-induced fugue. “Trainer?”
    “Prospect,” Noose explains.
    Oh. I don't like thugs watching me and Charlie. I open my mouth to say so, and Noose strides to me.
    I back up, my ass hitting the garage door I never use. “Stop.”
    “No.” He cages me with his arms.
    I shut my eyes, engulfed by his scent. The sweet, almost vanilla-like smell of WD-40 mingles with leather, smoke, and bike. I suck it in like a demented addict.
    An addict after her next fix.
    An image of Crystal, in sharp focus, going down on Noose's cock chokes out my raging withdrawals. “No,” I say, shoving at his chest.
    Noose doesn't even pause. He presses his gigantic erection against my front, grinding into me. “Yes,” he whispers.
    His lips brush my jaw, trailing featherlight kisses back and forth.
    My face turns so that my mouth is underneath that softly kissing trail.
    Noose groans. “I want you.”
    “Not enough.” I can't believe how convinced I sound.
    “I want you. Only you.” His arms wrap me, and I shake free of my lust.
    Lies. Crystal worked in a pinch. “No you don't.”
    Noose leans back, studying my face like he'll memorize it forever. “We gonna talk?”
    His eyes are heated silver, scorching every bit of me.
    “No. I'm going to talk, and you're going to listen.”
    Noose's lips twitch. But he says nothing.
    “I know it's not just me you want.”
    Noose's lips thin. “Crystal lied. She told me what she said.”
    My laugh sounds like spun glass in the warm air.
    Noose's eyebrows lift. “What's so funny?”
    “Before or after she blew you like a pro?” I ask, tossing his words back at him.
    He steps back. “What are you talking about?”
    I walk into his space, and he lets me, looking down from his great height.
    Noose is a huge man. I should be afraid.
    I should think about the potential for violence that seems to be like an aura around him.
    I don't. I'm too pissed off to care. “Any woman will do. You don't need only me. Whatever vagina walks by is the hole of the moment.”
    “What?” he roars.
    “Keep your voice down. I don't want Charlie to see you.”
    His face is bitter, and he folds his arms. “Not good enough for you—ashamed?”
    God. No. “No. I… thank you for saving me from Drake.” I swallow my pride. This isn't about me. Noose saved me from Drake. He showed me how expert fingers, lips, and mouth—how all that really worked, how it could be. But I don't need a man who's going to come into my life—and Charlie's—and just leave when