Free Inflamed: A Shadow Riders MC by Kiki Leach Page A

notice to not only my child's school, but to my landlord and leave on good terms with both in case I ever want to move back. And I need to give my parent's some time to understand why they more than likely won't be able to contact me or their grandchild as often as they'd like to anymore. Not to mention giving them a heads up about this whole thing in the first place, so at the very least, maybe they can get out before he does! You can't just expect me to drop everything and move here in less than a freaking day just because I need your help."
    "The fuck I can't."
    "What you're asking of me isn't just unrealistic, River , it's practically insane! You can't just pick me up and toss me over your shoulder like some kind of caveman and throw me down wherever and whenever you see fit -- it's barbaric!"
    He stomped back over and stood so close to me that I could feel something hard pressing down against my pelvis.
    I peeked up at his gigantic build as he hovered over my five-foot-nine frame, inhaling sharply and exhaling hard enough to shove his chest into mine; then I looked down between us. My eyes practically flew into another dimension when I saw the ginormous bulge in his pants and I gulped so hard that I nearly swallowed my own tongue.
    I stepped back as my legs quaked involuntarily against him and it was obvious that he hadn't planned to move away from me any time soon. When I looked up at him again, I couldn't help but be mildly curious about what the hell he was even thinking while staring down at me. His eyes twitched as that steel blue color in them grew dark. His nostrils flared again and his lips seemed to quiver in question of the right words to use. Was he suddenly hard up and acting this way because he had been with me for so long pitching a fit, or had the woman back in his bedroom been on his mind the entire time? It was something I was almost curious enough to ask out loud, but not bold enough to be willing to hear the answer.
    "You came here askin' for my goddamn help, alright?" he finally said in a low, gravelly voice that seemed to rumble against every syllable used. "I'm givin' you all the fuck that I can on a short fuckin' notice and tellin' you how shit's gonna motherfuckin' be around here and with me from now until the goddamn end."
    "I--"
    He bent his face toward mine and clamped his teeth together. A mixture of sweat, alcohol and his natural pheromones filled my nostrils, leaving me at a cross between wanting to taste every drop of him on my tongue and slug him right in the face with the head of my fist or a hammer. Given our proximity, the truth is that I can’t really say which one I wanted to do more of.
    "You want me to save you, keep you and your goddamn kid safe from that sick, twisted fuck? This is how the fuck we're gonna play it, doll." He stepped back, huffing and puffing so hard, I thought he might actually blow me over if he opened his mouth even an inch wider. "I'll get enough money to cover your motherfuckin' rent so you don't have to do somethin' stupid like fuck your landlord or suck his cock in order to remain on 'good terms' with him."
    I wrinkled my nose. "He's actually a she."
    "Then I guess lick her pussy," he said.
    I wanted to puke. "She's not exactly a lesbian."
    "Shit, sometimes it makes no goddamn difference when it comes to money with these hungry motherfuckers and what can be given in exchange for it, doll. I’ll get in her face about it, then we can sell your fuckin’ furniture for the extra cash durin' a club auction, 'cause you're gonna need it anyway after you quit your job out there, assumin' you've actually got one."
    “ Assuming I’ve actually got one?”
    “Well do ya?” he snapped, his tone harsh. It was clear that he was becoming just as fed up with me as I was with both him and the entire situation at hand.
    I pulled my lip into my mouth to keep from saying something I knew I’d regret later if not in that very moment already, and bit down hard before