Free Fury: Book 2 in the Vengeance MC series by Natasha Thomas Page A

pants. Don’t play games with me, Avery, Boss, told me about him already.”
     
    “I’m not playing games,” I say shaking my head. “Honestly, I don’t know what he’s still doing here. He said he was in town visiting Deke, but he’s done that and still hasn’t left yet. I don’t go out of my way to see him, Fury. Jeez, I only see him on the rare occasion I’m at the clubhouse, twice at Hounds, and once at the diner when he sat down with me while I was having lunch. We’re not even what I’d call, friends.”
     
    “Why’s Boss saying you and he are dating then? He wouldn’t tell me that shit unless it was true, sweetheart,” he rumbles moving toward me.
     
    “Um, I don’t know where he’s getting his info from, Fury, but maybe Boss might want to look into that because I am most certainly not dating Lawson. Just the thought of going out with him gives me the creeps, let alone actually doing it.” I say, my voice steadily rising.
     
    Fury narrows his eyes at me taking in my involuntary shudder, asking,
    “Why does he give you the creeps, Ave? Has he done something, said something to scare you?”
     
    “No. It’s nothing he’s done, it’s just that I get a weird vibe from him that makes me uncomfortable,” I admit.
     
    Obviously, I’ve said too much because if I had any chance of getting Fury to leave before, I don’t now. In fact, now it doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere anytime soon.
     
    Unlacing his boots, toeing them off as he takes up residence in my high-back wing chair in the corner of the living room, Fury pats his knee, saying,
    “Come sit down and tell me what’s going on, Ave.”
     
    Oh, boy, I sigh. Seriously, the messes I get myself into when I open my big mouth are unbelievable, and one of these days I’ll learn how to keep it shut or I’ll die trying.
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER SIX
~ Fury ~

“Men only have two emotions, hungry & horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.”
- yourecard s
     
    Hearing Avery say she isn’t dating Lawson, and Boss must have his wires crossed is music to my ears. Not that I would have let a small fact like they were seeing each other get in the way of her listening to what I have to say, but I must admit, it makes this a damn sight easier.
     
    “How about I sit over here instead?” she offers blushing prettily. Yeah, I don’t think so.
     
    In three strides, I pluck Avery out of the corner of the couch, swing her into my arms and retake my seat, settling her on my lap when I do. She isn’t happy about it, but I note that she isn’t making any moves to get up either. That has to be a good thing, doesn’t it?
     
    “Now we’ve cleared that up, why don’t you tell me why Boss thinks you and the king of the douchebags are dating?”
     
    A cute little growl slips from her throat as she scowls at me, which has me fighting to hold back a chuckle. Seriously, I forgot how fucking adorable Avery is when she gets riled up, which only reminds me I have to make sure I do it more often.
     
    Her nose scrunches up, her brows pull together causing a deep crease to form between them, she chews on the corner of her plump, pink lower lip, and the sounds she makes are far from unattractive. If anything, I find her even more beautiful when she’s angry. And that’s saying something because I think she’s stunning all the time.
     
    “For the last time, I’m not dating him, nor will I be in the near or distant future. I don’t know about other women, but I can’t just overlook creepy. Weird, sure. Strange, sometimes. But creepy, never,” she shivers.
     
    “Alright, babe,” I chuckle, tightening my arm around her waist, “why don’t you enlighten me on what makes him so creepy then, yeah?”
     
    Crossing her arms over her chest, I don’t think Avery realizes it only draws attention to her gorgeous breasts. I might have been able to concentrate on her face – her mouth in particular – before, but if she