Free Dark Menace MC: Stone by Tory Richards Page B

off,
all right, but I didn’t know why—maybe because I’d kissed a biker
from another club? Whatever it was, his taut expression was
frightening. If he’d been a bull, steam would be coming out of his
nostrils. As he made his way in our direction, his body language
gave off enough negativity that people close by stopped and
stared.
    “Fuck, you’re not his old lady, are you?” The
Wild Marauder asked, his smile slowly fading. “Because I have a
feeling I’m about to be at the receiving end of Stone’s fist.”
    I frowned at the handsome biker. “Hell, no.
I’m nothing to him.” I looked at Stone again. It was hard to tell
who his anger was directed at, and I thought about running.
    “Hands off,” he snarled, pinning his
crystallized gaze on the man. Everything about his expression
revealed that he was holding on by a thread from going after the
young Wild Marauder.
    I found myself instantly released as the
biker threw up his hands in the air. “No problem, man. I asked her
if she was yours—”
    “She is.”
    What? “I am not!” I said before
thinking.
    “Oh, but you fucking are,” Stone growled,
grabbing me by the hair and slamming his mouth down on mine. The
hand in my hair and the grind of his mouth told me that Stone was
indifferent to any pain he may be inflicting. I opened my mouth to
ease the pressure when I tasted blood. He pushed his tongue inside
my mouth and took what he wanted, kissing me until I was out of
breath and panting against him.
    A tug on my hair tore us apart, and my gaze
was captured by the wild emotion in his. The warning was very
clear. “Don’t you have something to take care of?” he reminded me
in a gravelly tone, his anger still apparent.
    I pulled away from him, feeling my own anger
mounting. He had a lot of nerve, and I intended to call him on it
as soon as we were alone. I glanced at the man sitting quietly on
the bar stool with his arms crossed. I wasn’t sure what his closed
expression meant.
    “I’m sorry.” My apology seemed so
inadequate.
    “So am I.”
    Stone cleared his throat and motioned toward
the kitchen door, a clear message that I was to get lost. I
clenched my teeth and turned to leave. Once I pushed through the
door I leaned against it to calm myself down. Kissing some random
biker had been so stupid of me, and could have ended so badly,
could still end badly. I knew that you didn’t mess around
with hard-core bikers, and in their world I’d offered myself to
him. At least he’d understood and accepted my pathetic excuse for
kissing him. Had I kissed an older biker, one who was ingrained
with biker rules and culture, he would have demanded a lot more
from me.
    Stone’s reaction confused me. His rough
handling and kiss had set fire to me, making me want him instantly.
I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to be attracted to a cold-hearted,
rough-around- the-edges biker who knew what he wanted, and took it.
He was a bastard.
    One that turned me on with a mere look.
    I shook my head and got to work, pulling out
some bread, lunch meat, and cheese. I made up two plates with
sandwiches. I found a bag of apples in the bottom drawer in the
fridge and added them to the plates. Somehow I couldn’t picture
Lynch drinking tea, so I just poured Kat a glass. As soon as I was
done I headed back out, surprised to see that Lynch was back at the
table sitting with Stone. Rita was nowhere to be seen, and neither
were the other girls. It was then that I realized that it was
closing time.
    I paused by the table and looked down at
Lynch. “I made you a couple of sandwiches, do you want them out
here?” I avoided Stone’s eyes, but I could feel his heated gaze on
me.
    “Sure, honey,” he said. “Kat wanted some time
to herself. She’s enjoying the bath you fixed for her.”
    I smiled. “I’m glad. I’ll check on her when I
drop off her food.”
    Lynch acknowledged me with a chin lift and I
started to walk away, but found my hand being grabbed by Stone.