His Loyal Rebel - Debra Kayn Page 0,21

less stuck around day after day, since before he'd gone off to prison.

Being at the cabin, away from everyone, relaxed him, despite what he knew was happening in town. Having Twyla with him, he could imagine what it would be like when his life went back to normal.

He'd be missing out on a whole hell of a lot of pleasure.

His chest tightened. With her around, his mind constantly strayed from what was important. Cusclan was out there. He would like nothing more than to put a gun to the head of each member and make them pay for what they'd put his family through.

Instead, he was sitting on his ass, imagining what it'd be like to come home to Twyla every night.

To feel the full effect of her mouth, one-minute throwing attitude at him, and the next, sucking his cock.

He scratched his chest. It took everything in him not to take more from her than she'd already given him.

He'd like to go up into the loft and put her in a better mood. But, he'd already taken more from her by whisking her away from her life, her job. He wasn't going to chance hurting her more when she went back to the house, and he dropped out of her life.

A shoe flew through the air. He caught it.

"God, just once can you screw up? Why do you have to be so perfect? I'd like to hit you upside your head and knock some sense into you." She climbed down the ladder.

Rubbing his thumb against the rubber sole, he eyed her ass as she made her way down each rung. Once her feet hit the floor, she pulled down the hem of her shorts and marched toward him.

Grabbing the shoe from him, she glared. "I want my car keys."

She'd asked three times since the Tarkio members had left. For days before that, she simply held out her hand, assuming he knew what she was asking for without having to speak to him—which he refused to give her.

He took in her heaving breasts. His cock throbbed, gaining interesting he'd fought hard to ignore.

She thrust her upturned hand toward him again, trying to get him to change his mind. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around her before she could push away, he held her tightly against him.

She struggled, squirming on his lap. He ignored her temper.

"Please. I want to leave." The plea hissed through her clenched teeth.

"You know I can't do that." He kissed the side of her head. "Big is dangerous."

"To other people." She pushed against him, groaning in frustration when he wouldn't let her go. "He's not going to hurt me. He just wants me back. You can...you can hide from him, but let me go."

"You don't believe that."

"I do."

"You know better."

"No, I don't."

She wanted to trust that Big was the same way he was when she liked him. He got that. But he knew, better than her, how men like Big lived. The motorcycle club came first. People got hurt. People died.

Even those they loved.

Shaking off the similarities in himself, he pressed his lips against her head. "You can't trust Cusclan."

"I wasn't in a relationship with Cusclan Motorcycle Club. I had a short relationship with Big, for how messed up it was between us. It wasn't a close relationship." She sighed. "We hung out a few times, and then I made the stupid mistake of moving in with him because my rent would be cheaper. It made sense at the time. You know, women shouldn't have to answer why they choose to have relationships. It's the nineties, not the fifties."

"It doesn't matter. You were involved with Big, and that makes you involved with Cusclan." His chest warmed when she no longer fought to get away from him.

"He's not someone who finishes anything he starts. He's probably already given up on his revenge against you and found some other woman to mess around with. He's a hot head and jealous, but that makes him incredibly stupid. I only wished I knew that a month ago." She raised her head and looked at him. "Live and learn. That's why I think if you just let me leave, you can go back to whatever it is you do."

He raised his hand and stroked her cheek. "Did he treat you bad?"

"If being a jerk and ignoring me when I was living in the same house counts as bad, then yeah." She shrugged. "But, hurt me?