Free Devil's Kiss (Hellhounds Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas

changing my mind, Cain. So forget it!”
     
    He kicked his feet, slid around to a new position, and reached up with the wrench again. “I’m just tightening your table legs. It’s a two-minute job. I’m not expecting anything for it. What’s wrong with you?”
     
    I stood and watched him as he twisted around again and tightened another leg before he slid out from under the table and pushed the chairs back into place. He walked past me and into the garage without saying a word, returning empty-handed a moment later.
     
    “Thank you,” I muttered.
     
    “No problem,” he replied gruffly. “Do you always have a problem with having someone help you? Or is it just me?”
     
    “No! I don’t know! It’s just you. You make me crazy!”
     
    “Me?” he said indignantly. “What have I done?”
     
    “Being nice to me! Opening the car door! Driving me home! Fixing my table! Making me apples! Why are you being so nice?”
     
    “What?”
     
    I looked at his face and I could tell he didn’t know what I was talking about. “Why are you being so nice to me? Why won’t you just go away?”
     
    His face crumbled and he smiled sadly. “Is that what you want?”
     
    “Yes!”
     
    “It’s not what I want.” He continued to look at me and then took my face into his hands again. He paused a moment, as if to give me a chance to protest, then kissed me softly. I wanted to pull back, but I wanted to return the kiss, as well. So I did neither. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, still holding me gently by my jaw. He lowered his lips to mine again, and this time I met him halfway, returning the kiss.
     
    “I just want what’s best for you and the baby, Alex. That’s all I want. Why won’t you let me help?”
     
    “I can’t, Cain. I can’t trust you.”
     
    “You can,” he whispered as he brought his lips to mine again. “Trust me, Alex. I won’t hurt you. I’ll clean up my act. I’ll be here for you. You’ll see.” He kissed me again, more firmly this time, and I felt my body respond.
     
    “But what about the club?” I gasped as our lips parted again.
     
    “They’re my family. They would never hurt me, or anyone that I care about.” His lips danced along my neck. “Trust us, Alex. I won’t hurt you. The Hounds, they won’t hurt you. Let us help you.”
     
    I pushed him back and he stopped his maddening kissing. I looked into his eyes, trying to read the intent. I couldn’t read him, but I wanted him… badly. “This is such a bad idea,” I whispered as I pulled him into a kiss.
     
    I expected him to fuck me like he had the night in his hotel room, but he didn’t. We slowly undressed each other, kissing and touching, and he was making me squirm with his soft kisses and licks when I heard the car horn of the waiting cab.
     
    “Your ride is here,” I panted, pulling his mouth harder into my breast.
     
    “They can wait,” he murmured as he returned to my lips. His kiss was electric as he moved between my legs. He probed me, searching for my opening, then finding it.
     
    “Wait!” I cried.
     
    “I’m clean, Alex. I’m safe and clean. Trust me,” he whispered as he thrusted slowly.
     
    I couldn’t get any more pregnant, and god did he feel good without the condom on. The car horn sounded again, but I no longer cared. I hadn’t had sex without the man wearing a condom in years, and I rejoiced in the feeling of skin on skin.
     
    He took my lips, kissing me with purpose, and I could feel my toes curl as he drove into me harder, faster, my skin tingling as he wrapped me up, his arms around mine and holding my head gently in his hands. I crossed my ankles behind his back and held him by his shoulders, pulling him down to me as my orgasm began to rise within me.
     
    He pulled back, pushing up through my embrace. I held tight but he was too strong, rising only enough to look into my eyes, his face intense, yet soft.
     
    “I’m going to come,” I whispered.
     
    “Come