Rough (Filthy F*ckers MC #2) by Scott Hildreth

Author:Scott Hildreth [Hildreth, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01NBJGYKO
Goodreads: 33357641
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-12-11T00:00:00+00:00

NINETEEN

Tegan

I ran to the door, fully expecting it to be Marcus. Without peering through the peep-hole, I pulled it open.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I took every inch of him in, one inch at a time. I stole one more quick look at his face, just to make sure it was him. I opened my mouth slightly.

And then, it hit me. Why he was in front of me looking the way he did. It was clear.

My hands shot up and covered my mouth. My tongue had gone completely dry, but somehow, I swallowed. And then, again.

“Is everything okay?” I asked softly, trying to stay calm. My voice was barely audible. Deep inside, I was furious.

It could only be one thing.

He nodded nervously. “Uh. Yeah. Everything okay with you?”

My heart had risen into my tightening throat. I swallowed against the dry lump, and looked back at him, confused.

“Everything’s okay?”

He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet and nodded, grinning the entire time. “Yep.”

I wouldn’t have guessed shaving would have made such a difference, but it did.

A huge one.

I reached for my pockets, and then realized I was wearing pajamas. As I twisted my hips back and forth, I admired him. He looked remarkable. His hands were clasped together at his waist, and as my eyes became fixated on them, I noticed something else, too.

I felt every ounce of available blood rushed between my legs. The surge of emotion hit me like a freight train.

“Come in,” I said. “Please.”

I needed to sit, before I fell.

I walked soft-footed into the living room and sat in the chair across from the couch. I crossed my legs and pointed to the other side of the room. “Have a seat.”

I felt my nipples hardening against the inside of my shirt, the fabric feeling like sandpaper against them. Self-conscious, but incapable of changing it, I folded my arms and fought to remain straight-faced. “What possessed you to do that?”

“A lot of things,” he said.

“Like?”

He smiled until dimples showed, and at that moment, I was even more pleased that he’d cut his hair. I melted into the seat a little.

He shrugged. The smile stayed plastered on his face. “Just wanted to make a change.”

He reached into his vest, and winced when he did. When he pulled his hand out, he was holding a blue envelope. “Can you give this to Marcus?”

As I took the envelope from his grasp, I noticed his hand was covered in lacerations and puncture wounds.

“What happened to your hand?”

“Dumped my bike.”

“Oh my God! You just got it fixed.”

“I was on the Sporty. My bike’s okay.” He looked at his knuckles. “It’s no biggie. They’ll heal.”

I looked at the envelope. Marcus was hand-written on the outside.

“What is it?” I asked.

Again. The smile. “Nothing. Just. I got him a get well card.”

“You got Marcus a get well card?”

He nodded.

I melted a little more. A lot more, really.

I needed him to leave. In fact, I needed him to grow his hair and the beard back.

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