Read Kinkaid (Bad Boys of Retribution MC Book 2) Online
Authors: Rie Warren
Kinkaid (Bad Boys of Retribution MC Book 2) (19 page)
Tail looked like he’d shat his leathers. Good thing none of his usual fuck buddies were in the house.
“I can do a demonstration if you like.” I retrieved my blade and returned to the bar.
Kinkaid looked wide-eyed at me. Coletrane grinned off to the side. I peeled out of my shirt and rolled my shoulders a few times.
Hunter nodded his head.
Tail stuck two fingers into his mouth for an ear-splitting wolf whistle. “You sure you aren’t tryin’ to give Kinky Kaid a run for his money. I got some dollah bills righ’chere.”
A smile spread across my face, and I knew it was dark and sinister. Pulling out a second knife from my boot, I flipped the other one off the bar and into my right hand. Moving into the middle of the room, I found my center. The stone cold killer concentration.
The blades whipped and flipped from hand to hand. I targeted, moved in, crouched, thrust, spun. I swiveled, twisted, threw, and retrieved in flash fast Krav Maga combat moves meant to kill but this time for pure entertainment value.
Sending the last knife overarm, I nailed it to the wall between two Retribution brothers.
Tail’s eyebrows shot up as the hilt hummed beside his face. “Fuck me. I’m glad he’s on our side.”
“No shit.” Hunter handed me my shirt. “Could’ve used you when Valderas raided the club.”
My torso glistening and my muscles pumped up, I saluted my audience and they clapped with appreciative nods.
“And that, my friends, is why y’all should sign up for some classes with the HardCorps Gym.”
“Nice plug.” Cole fist bumped me.
“Hey, I got a plug right here for ya. Didn’t know you were into that kind of thing.” I joked with the dude.
“Oh. I know my way around a butt plug, Bo. Just not one used on me.”
His comment gained huge guffaws from the growing crowd.
Yeah.
I figured there was a story behind the giant industrial chains he wore around his neck and wrists. Maybe the dude was a Dom? Now that could be interesting. I wondered if Hunter knew anything. He had his nose in almost everyone’s business, always quietly investigating in the background.
Hunter toed up in front of me. “We got company.”
“That was impressive, Mr. Maverick.” A low feminine voice struck my ears.
I pivoted around, jerking to attention as I came face to face with none other than Veronica Hartley.
Goddamn.
I swiped a hand over my sweaty brow and bit back a moan as I took her in. She wore another one of those killer suits. The pants somehow floated around her legs but left nothing of her fine,
fine
ass to the imagination when she sashayed on
snap-crack
high heels to the Ka-Bar I’d sent sailing into the wall during my grand finale. Veronica pulled it out, tested the custom-made grip in the palm of her hand, and let fly with effortless aim toward me.
I watched the incoming blade, standing my ground. Maybe she’d gouge my fucking eyes out and save me the trouble. Castration might be an option since my cock definitely misbehaved around her, and I’d only seen her twice. Things were bound to get worse for the troublemaker in my pants.
No such luck.
The knife found home directly between my booted feet, the hilt quivering as the blade stuck into the floor.
My cock
quivered
in my pants, and there was someplace I wanted to bury
it
to the hilt.
That shit was insanely sexy. And I needed to get fucking laid pronto by someone other than my would-be-therapist.
“Screw Maverick. We want the hot doc on our team.” Tail stared at the woman as if maybe he could change her mind about him by sheer force of will alone.
If anyone else called her
hot doc
within my hearing range, I might have to go bloody warfare on him.
“Where the hell did you learn moves like that?” I asked, my voice gruff.
“You’re not the only one with hidden talents, Captain
Maverick.” Veronica marched up and stood in front of me, her hands on her hips.
No shit. I hope her talents extend to some serious cock sucking.
In the high heels she reached my nose. The suit didn’t hide her figure at fucking all. The short jacket that flared below her waist and long flowing pants only served to highlight full breasts, hourglass hips, and
that ass.
Her ripe body, her sensual face, and her shiny red hair all shouted sexy-as-fuck, but she seemed to be trying to tone it down with the suits and hairstyle.
Hated to tell it to her, but her blazing sexuality had no dial-down.
She was exactly how I’d dreamed her, only this time her generous lips weren’t wrapped around my dick but busy giving me another kind of tongue-lashing. How the hell had I remembered her looks just so, just right after one meeting the night before? That was my payback for being a trained scout and sniper. Photographic motherfucking memory.
Make that a pornographic memory.
I tuned back in as her tirade petered out. The crew chuckled—completely entertained by the doc taking me to task—while I went all
duh-huh?
“What was that?” I rubbed my palm over my jaw then crossed my arms over my bare chest.
Only this time Veronica didn’t hear
me
. She was too busy taking inventory. I widened my stance and stared down at her through half-lidded eyes. Her gaze walked all over me from the top of my head to my face, to my tense neck and down over my arms and torso. She didn’t stop at the low waist of my jeans, either.
Interesting.
“What’s up, Doc?” I dipped my chin lower with a smug grin.
She lifted her head, a sneer on her lips. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.” She held up
the hand
. “You can stop right there. I’ve heard all the jokes, listened to all the excuses. I’ll tell you what’s up. You. Made. An. Appointment. I bill by the hour, and I always give
and get
my money’s worth.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but she stalked forward and slammed her hand over my lips.
“Now you’re coming with me if I have to drag you out of here on your ass.”
Damn. Ronnie was ripshit pissed. I tried to hide it with a scowl, but I seriously liked it.
“Oh yeah? You and what army?” I was only half serious as I mumbled behind her hand.
She dropped back. “I’m the only army you need right now. Stop showing off, put on your damn clothes, and hustle.”
“Right on, Doc!” Kinkaid knocked his knuckles on the bar top.
“Woman, you’ve got balls. You just lemme know if Bo gives you any guff.” Tuck leaned into her.
Jerking on my shirt, I muttered obscenities about my so-called brethren under my breath.
“We got your back, bro!” Hunter shouted after me as I trailed Veronica to the door, no small amount of amusement in his tone.
The MC door shut behind us, and she swerved toward a gleaming black Jag. I stomped in the opposite direction to my Triumph.
She spun around and caught my forearm. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To my motorcycle so I can follow you?”
She snorted. “I don’t think so. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
Veronica towed me to her Jaguar and I considered dragging my heels, but I was twenty-eight, not a petulant three-year-old toddler about to throw a tantrum in a parking lot.
I only pouted a little.
Opening the passenger door, she motioned me to get my rear in gear and get inside.
I gave her a long slow look. “For someone so small, you sure got a hell of a nerve, lady.”
As soon as I folded my legs inside she leaned over. “Get used to it.”
She slammed the door in my face.
Damn.
Seemed I’d met my match.
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Contemporary Erotic Romance
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Riding out the rough years following a family tragedy, Brodie is still trying to put his life back together when he finds something he never expected with Ashe. She annoys the
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Rides a motorcycle?
Check.
Has tats?
You bet.
Couldn't give a shit about rules?
He's all over that.
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She goes by the name of Rayce. And that’s exactly what she does on her motocross bike when she’s not busy getting her hands dirty with her fellow grease monkeys as the only female mechanic at Stone’s Garage. She’s into fixing bikes, racing hers, and making Boomer’s life a living hell just for the fun of it. Oh, and she hates being treated like a girl.
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Sometimes
. Rayce’s crappy upbringing makes her think love is for stupid fools asking for heartbreak. She’s not willing to go there for any man. Not even Boomer Steele.
The bigger they are, the harder they fall.