Free Reckless Love (Satan's Prophets MC, Book 2) (Satan's Prophets MC Series) by Jacqui Leigh Jones Page B

kissing her.
    Finally, Peter pulled away. “You really don’t have much experience kissing, but that’s okay darling. I will enjoy teaching you.”
    Renee blanched. That thought made her feel nauseous and she told Peter she needed to get home. She lied and said her dad wasn’t feeling well and he might need her. She liked Peter and knew he really cared for her, but his possessiveness was starting to be too much. She felt like she was being smothered by him tonight.
    Peter narrowed his eyes and studied her, trying to gauge her sincerity. He pasted a fake smile on his face but didn’t say anything, only starting up the car and driving away.
    When Renee got home and undressed for bed, she didn’t notice the marks on her knee and upper arm that were already turning darker.
    She thought back to Mick and how he made her feel that day they’d had sex. She remembered the warmth that spread through her body when Mick’s arms were holding her and how his lips claimed hers for a deep, sensual, tongue-thrusting kiss. She dreamed of how she couldn’t get enough of his kisses.
    Renee realized right then that Peter was not for her. There was no excitement or tingly feelings when Peter kissed her, and she doubted there ever would be. No, he wasn’t the one for her at all.
     
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    Peter felt Renee was losing interest in him and knew he had to do something fast. He couldn’t lose her now, not after all the time he had invested in her. Besides, where would he find a readymade family again? 
    He just needed to play his cards right. She was his last hope for him appearing to be a decent family man, and with a readymade baby in the mix, it would be perfect. Hell, he figured he could play the doting dad as good as the next guy.
    Peter had known for years that he was sterile. A case of mumps infected his testicles when he was a teen. When he was older, he had a semen analysis done and found that he produced very little sperm and the urologist told him his chances to father a child were slim to none. So yes, Renee was the perfect woman for him.
    All this trouble just to appease his batty old grandmother. She had a nice nest egg just sitting there waiting for him, but she told Peter he needed to settle down first and give her great-grandchildren to carry on the family name. Then the money was his.
    Peter hated his grandmother. She made him feel like a puppet and she held the strings. He knew she dangled that money in front of him just for spite, thinking he’d never find anyone who would want to marry him.
    Well, he won’t be dancing to her tune much longer, he smiled to himself. Won’t she be surprised , he thought.
    His parents were both dead. He was glad. His father was an alcoholic who would come home drunk and beat him over the stupidest things. He remembered one time when he was twelve years old, his father was mad just because he left the TV on after he’d gone to bed. His dad took off his belt and started hitting Peter with it until he was writhing in pain.
    Peter was told over and over about how his birth was a mistake and he was nothing but a nuisance to them. It seemed the only thing his parents loved was their mangy old dog. When he turned eighteen, his parents kicked him out. Before he left, however, he made sure the one thing his parents loved was destroyed.
    He left town and never returned … until recently. His old homestead was sold for back taxes years ago, so now he lived in an isolated little cabin set back in the woods off of a remote dirt road that no one ever traveled. Peter used to come to visit the old hermit who lived here when things got really bad for him at home. He heard the hermit died and was thankful to see that the old cabin was still standing after all these years.
    After having a few beers and contemplating over different ideas, he finally worked out a plan.
     
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    He drove into town the next night to see Renee, wanting to put his new plan into motion. Peter asked Renee to go for a