Road Kill MC Boxed Set (Volumes 1-3) by Marata Eros

Author:Marata Eros
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: alpha, dark romance, alpha male, motorcycle club, riders, tamara rose blodgett, marata eros, road kill mc
Publisher: Marata Eros

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Surprisingly, the things Crystal gave me fit reasonably well. The shirt is way tighter than I like, and the bra barely covers my nipples, but I don't care a bit. It's so terrific to be liberated from the awful dress, I have no words for the feeling of relief.

Still, Crystal tore my heart out like a novice surgeon. No anesthetic, just brute force. I guess I needed it. I was starting to believe.

Believe Noose.

Believe in something outside myself.

Dumb, Rose.

I turn the knob on the door and push it open. The same guy looks down at me. All tough expression.

“I need to go home,” I say.

“Sure,” he says. “Let me clear it with Noose.”

I put my hand on his arm. “Things are complicated with Noose and I.”

His lips twist. “Yeah, I'm getting that.”

I sweep my eyes over him. He doesn't look like the rest of the bikers. “Are you a biker?”

He pulls a face that obviously says you're a dumbshit.

I stiffen my spine.

“Yeah, I ride.” A lightbulb of understanding flickers over his features then is gone. “Oh, I'm a prospect.”

“A what?”

“I want to patch in—become a member of Road Kill.”

“Does that mean you can get me home?”

He's really confused now. “Yes,” he says slowly. “But I gotta clear it with Noose, or he'll string me up by the gonads.”

Okay. “I'll tell him and come back here, okay?”

His eyes flick to some doors across the noisy club, and I squint through the haze of smoke and bodies. “Is Noose over there?”

He nods. “Can't miss the door. It's got a hangman's noose graphic.”

Wonderful.

“You clear it with him. I don't wanna catch flack.”

I nod, turning away.

Throughout the club, there are men and women twined around each other. Some guys are playing pool, but most have women on their laps. Sharing drinks. Laughing.

Doing other stuff.

I keep my eyes straight ahead of me, and I can feel their gazes pinned to my form as I walk, but no one says anything, thank God.

I enter a dimly lit hall, my eyes moving over the pictures attached to the doors.

On one of the doors is a classic hangman's noose. I straighten, wiping my damp palms on the borrowed jeans. I move forward with purpose.

The door is barely cracked.

I push it open just a bit with a fingertip, so nervous that I can barely stand it. I lick my lips, taking a deep breath. The space widens to about two inches. And there, in front of me is the girl who gave me the clothes.

I mean, I'm not sure it's Crystal because her face is planted on Noose's dick.

I sway.

My hand steadies me against the doorjamb.

Noose's strong hand is buried in her hair, and he's running her mouth down his cock.

He's not gentle.

I can't hear Crystal breathing. The only sound is the smacking of her mouth as it rims the tip of him only for him to slam her back down again.

I step back, very gently closing the door.

Turning, I walk back to the prospect in a numb, distant fog.

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