Free Holding On (Road House Series) by Madison Stevens Page A

snorted. Of course she couldn’t. How could she not help but see it?
    He sighed and focused on the game on TV.
    “Hey, boys! This is my sister, Iris.”
    Luc nearly choked on his beer.
    “Pansy and Iris?” He swiveled to look at the women.
    “That’s Pan if you know what good for you.” Pan pointed a manicured red nail at him.
    Luc raised his hands in surrender. “Just thought it was a little funny.”
    “Oh?” Iris, who had been quiet since walking in, turned and gave him an icy glare. “And what’s so funny about our names? They were our mother’s favorite flowers,” Iris said, puffing her chest out, nearly popping the button between her breasts.
    “Listen, sweetheart.” Luc leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head. “You have to admit it is a little funny. Such a tough woman being named Pansy.”
    “Whatever.” She turned, dismissing him completely. “How about I get the beer?” She said and sauntered to the bar.
     
    Iris dropped into the seat and tried to collect herself. There was something about the man that just pushed her. Normally, she didn’t let anything get to her, but something about him made her want to go and box his ears. Or nibble them. She couldn’t make up her mind.
    “Oh, thank God, there’s another woman here.” A blonde perky-looking waitress slid to the other side of the bar and leaned in to grasp her hand. “One more second-talking about sports, bikes and bitches, well, I was gonna lose my mind.”
    “Bitches?”
    “Well, they say women, but if you’d seen these women, you’d call them bitches too.” The waitress waved a towel in the air like she was trying to swat the thoughts of them out. “Nice to meet you.” She struck out her hand. “I’m Sarah.”
    “Iris,” she said, taking the hand. “That’s my sister, Pan.” She turned to look over at Pan, who was chatting with several of the men at the next table. Blue Eyes was fixed on her, and she quickly turned around.
    “Oh sure, we all know Pan.” Sarah gave her a once over. “Yup, I can see the connection. You all really look similar.”
    Iris barked out a laugh.
    Sarah rolled her eyes. “Well, beside the whole biker chick thing, you all have very similar features.”
    Iris felt the stool next to her shift. A chill ran through her.
    “Hey, Luc! Have you met Iris? She’s Pan’s sister.” Sarah grinned widely.
    Iris turned to see Luc’s mouth twitch.
    “So, let me guess your favorite flower,” he said.
    Iris gripped the bar. Not the first time she’d been asked, but coming from him, it seemed like such a dig.
    “Why bother? You’d just be wrong.” She turned to order a few beers from Sarah.
    She could see him tense and jumped when his hot breath tickled the side of her neck.
    “You think you’re too good to be here? Sitting there in your see-through blouse and ass-hugging skirt?” She felt him lean in further but didn’t dare move. This was one pissed man. “You women are all the same though. Underneath those prissy clothes, you ache for someone like me to make you moan. Make you come so hard your voice goes hoarse.”
    A trickle of sweat rolled down her neck, and she shivered when he blew a deep puff on the exposed flesh.
    Sarah popped back into her vision and placed the mugs in front over her. Iris jerked away from Luc. She jumped off the stool, grabbed the mugs and raced back to the table.
     
    Luc shuddered at the lack of warmth.
    “What the hell, Luc!” His head snapped up to see a very angry Sarah staring back at him.
    “What?” He took a long drink off his beer, so he wouldn’t have to look at her. Guilt at what he said settled into the pit of his stomach and soured.
    “Don’t you what me.” She crossed her arms across her chest. “You had her running back to that table like the devil was on her heels.” Sarah swept her blonde hair back and leaned on the bar. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?”
    “Nothing.” Luc glanced at Iris and turned when she shot him an icy