Free Wild Rebels: A Biker Erotic Romance (Karthadossian Riders MC) by Emily Stone

 
    WILD REBELS
     
    Ellie Thorn was done crying. Friday night had been an emotionally charged ni ght that had seemed to last forever. She hadn’t been able to sleep without Rex by her side which had made her emotional instability that much harder to deal with. When she wasn’t crying, she was so angry that she shook with the need to lash out at something or someone.
     
    By the time dawn had started changing the color of the sky, she was calmer. She got up and made coffee; she tried to follow the routine of her life before Rex had come into it. While the coffee brewed she checked emails and answered the important ones, leaving the others for another time. She wasn’t much in the mood to read letters from her fans or see what the reviews said about her newest release.
     
    It bothered her that her normal routine—a routine that she enjoyed until Rex—seemed boring. She missed his early morning banter and the way he would find some way to tempt her with sweets—or bacon. She missed sharing coffee with him on the patio and making plans for the day which never happened because they always ended up back in bed.
     
    Shaking off thoughts of what she was missing, she focused on working on an outline for her next book. After a couple of years writing straight erotica/romance for women, she was dying to branch out and combine the erotica with something a little darker. A mystery plot with high stakes, a little violence and some big emotionally charged moments.
     
    Basically, her life recently. In college, they’d pounded home the fact that a good writer is usually writing what they know. How she ended up writing erotica was still a mystery to her. It wasn’t like she had any real experience to base her sex scenes off of—until Rex.
     
    When she was a teenager, her mom had been very open about discussing sex, love, and men. Not because her mom had been one to sleep around; it was quite the opposite. Now that she knew what she had been through with Xander, her mom’s aversion to getting into another relationship made sense. She made sure that Ellie was well-informed and as equipped as possible to navigate the differences between being in love and being in lust.
     
    In some ways, despite the lifestyle that her parents had engaged in while she was a child, Ellie was more reserved than a lot of the women her age that she hung around. Her friends were more open and wild than she was; a fact they reminded her of often.
     
    Ellie had no trouble leaving most of her sexual experimentation to her imagination. She always thought that eventually she would settle down and, with the right man, discover all the thrills that she wrote about in her books.
     
    There was definite doubt that her mom’s teachings on the difference between love and lust had taken root. The pain she was feeling right now, the way she missed Rex—lust wasn’t supposed to leave you feeling raw and broken when it walked out the door.
     
    ***
     
    “You look like hell warmed over.”
     
    Rex wasn’t ready to deal with anyone, especially his dad. Trying to sleep in the cramped cab of his old pickup hadn’t improved his mood any. “Thanks. Is Randy heading over to Ellie’s?”
     
    “He is. What happened last night? You hung up on me and never called me back—” Manny turned, following after his son when he went back out the door and headed around the corner of the club. “Hey, what happened?” He reached out a hand and put it on his son’s shoulder only to have it angrily shoved off.
     
    “She overheard you on the phone. I didn’t think to see how close she was standing and when you said…” Rex stopped at the foot of the stairs and sat down hard on the bottom step, head in his hands. “You should have seen her face. It made me sick to see her so upset.”
     
    “She kicked you out, huh?” Manny sat down next to his son, clasping his hands and letting them dangle between his knees.
     
    “You think she was angry when you decked her? Well,