Resistance (The Chicago Defiance MC Series Book 1) by K E Osborn

Author:K E Osborn [Osborn, K E]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-19T16:00:00+00:00

My alarm blares loudly from my bag, and I groan in annoyance as I snuggle into Torque further to try and get away from the incessant noise. My face digs into his neck as I mumble incoherently, while I hear Torque chuckling to himself rubbing up and down my arm tenderly.

“Make it stop,” I murmur.

He leans in kissing my temple. “The only way it’s gonna stop is if you go and turn it off.”

“Urgh… I don’t want to.”

He laughs. “Wow! Your energy in the morning is infectious, foxy.” He unhooks his hands from around me leaving me to flop on the bed in a heap as he jumps up with far too much energy. His heavy footsteps walk through the room, but I can’t see what he’s doing because my face is buried in a pillow. Suddenly the alarm stops its infernal racket.

I smile against the fluffy pillow, relaxing further into the bed while he continues to move about his room. “You know you have class to get to?”

I huff into the pillow. “I don’t want to go to school today, Mom.”

He snorts out a laugh as his hand whacks down on my ass, hard, making me yelp out. My head finally raises from the pillow, and I notice a detailed tattoo of the same logo which I spotted on the front door of the club tattooed on his back as he pulls a shirt down. The rest of his body is dressed too, making me frown. I missed my opportunity seeing him practically naked, and I pout because I was too lazy to catch my own private Torque show.

Damn.

“C’mon, don’t be a brat. If I’m getting up this early, you are, too.” He grabs my arms and hoists me out of bed, pulling me to him, and I giggle as I link my arms around his neck. He smiles at me as my sleepy eyes take him in. His disheveled hair looks amazing like this, and I run my hands through it as I sigh contentedly.

“You taking me home on your ride?” I ask, and he smirks.

“Yes, if you hurry the fuck up and get dressed.”

I purse my lips. “What? No breakfast or anything?”

He grins. “Fine. Quick breakfast. Then I take you. But you need to get a move on, woman.”

I smirk and grip my fingers into his hair, tugging on it slightly, making his head fall back a little as he takes a step away from me, and I duck out from him and head to the bathroom for my clothes. He groans out a chuckle as I leave him in the bedroom so I can get dressed. I make quick work of it, using the toilet while I’m there and then quickly ducking back out to see him sitting on the edge of the bed looking like he’s lost in his own thoughts.

I wonder where his mind is until he glances up and smiles at me. Standing quickly, he reaches out for me. “Ready?”

“Let’s get some breakfast. Biker style,” I call out, and he shakes his head.

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