Desperado (Book 2): Black Aces MC, #2

By Kathryn Thomas

This is book 2 of the Black Aces MC romance series! Book 3 of this motorcycle club romance series is available everywhere now!

 

I'm desperate for one more night in the devil's arms.

 

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila…

Bed?

 

Uh oh.

This is not my bed. It's HIS bed. The last man on earth I should ever be with.

And the only one who lights my heart on fire...

 

Treble is a biker, a criminal, and an all-around bad dude.

In other words, my exact opposite.

I'm a good girl with a life plan and no time for a whirlwind heartbreak with a player like him.

But one drunken night might throw all that to the wind.

 

Because once Treble's gotten a taste of me, he refuses to let go.

And the truth is, that I don't want him to, either.

I'm hooked on the devil himself.

 

But a secret this big can only stay hidden for so long.

And when it comes bursting to the surface, everything we love could be destroyed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393679226

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Desperado: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Black Aces MC Book 2)

By Kathryn Thomas

I’M DESPERATE FOR ONE more night in the devil’s arms.

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila...

Bed?

Uh oh.

This is not my bed. It’s HIS bed. The last man on earth I should ever be with.

And the only one who lights my heart on fire...

Treble is a biker, a criminal, and an all-around bad dude.

In other words, my exact opposite.

I’m a good girl with a life plan and no time for a whirlwind heartbreak with a player like him.

But one drunken night might throw all that to the wind.

Because once Treble’s gotten a taste of me, he refuses to let go.

And the truth is, that I don’t want him to, either.

I’m hooked on the devil himself.

But a secret this big can only stay hidden for so long.

And when it comes bursting to the surface, everything we love could be destroyed.

CHAPTER 1

Stiles worked in silence for a moment as Lindy and Treble moved into the waiting room. How old is your sister? he asked as he colored in the wings of the tiny butterfly.

Why? You thinking about replacing me with her? Bridget asked, pursing her lips against the pain. She didn’t remember this hurting as much last night.

Stiles chuckled. "Hardly. I was just wondering. You two look so much alike you could almost pass for twins. I was just wondering how much older you are than her."

Three years.

That makes her, what, twenty-one? Twenty-two?

Twenty-two. She will be Twenty-three in October, and I’ll be twenty-six in January. Why?

He shrugged as he slid around to get a different angle. Just wondering. Like I said, you two could almost pass for twins. Before you say anything, I’m saying you look younger, not that she looks older.

She grinned as Stiles backpedaled on her age. She worked out and tried to stay in shape, but she no longer had the flawless complexion that Lindy did. So you like younger women?

Stiles smiled as he shaded, not rising to the bait. Bridget was anything but insecure in her looks and he knew she was simply trying to get a rise out of him. How’re you doing? he asked as she squirmed.

It hurts more this afternoon than it did last night.

That’s because you were, what’s your term, a zombie last night, he said as he gave her a break.

Zombied. Yeah, I guess.

This is a sensitive spot, too. If I were doing this on your back, or on your arm, it wouldn’t hurt as much. You want me to put some numbing cream on the spot?

You have that? Why didn’t you tell me? she asked in playful exasperation.

Stiles rolled across the room to a cabinet where he retrieved a tube. Some people like the feeling of getting a tat, he said as he began to carefully clean where he still had to shade. Treble never uses numbing cream, even when I was doing the underside of his arms. He began to pat the area he just cleaned dry then squirted a liberal amount onto his finger and rubbed it on the skin. I would say less than half the people that come in here use numbing cream. He handed the tube to her so she could read it.

Doctor Numb?

Good stuff, he said as he rubbed the cream in. He reached up, took the tube and squirted a bit more onto his finger before handing it back. It will take a couple of minutes before you will feel it start to work, he said as he smeared the latest dollop, then pulled off a sheet of plastic and wrapped her foot.

What’s that for? she asked when he finished.

Keeps the heat in and makes it work better and faster. I’m sorry, I should have offered to numb the area first, but you did great last night.

She smiled down at him. It’s okay. I’m glad you numbed it, but it wasn’t like I was shrieking in pain. She paused, her smile turning into a mischievous grin. You did pretty good last night yourself. And this morning, she said just loud enough for him to hear.

Shhh... he teased. The kids will overhear.

Bridget chuckled. Isn’t Treble older than you?

Yeah, by a couple of months.

Ooohh...I can feel it working now. Wow, that’s a weird feeling.

He prodded the flesh with his finger. Feel that?

Kind of. More like a pressure than anything.

Let’s give it another minute or two and then I will get started again.

Bridget licked her lips, dreading the conversation they were about to have. Stiles?

What? he asked, picking up on her tone.

I want to ask you something. Don’t be mad, okay?

He felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was for the best, but that didn’t mean having her leave him wasn’t going to be a kick in the nuts. He would get over her, he was only twenty-six after all, but it was going to take a while. I promise, he said softly, still holding her foot in his hand.

I’ve been thinking...

I know. So have I, he said when she faltered.

She pursed her lips, trying to summon the strength to continue. I can’t leave Terry—

I know.

—but I don’t want to lose you. That gave him pause, so he sat quietly, waiting for her to continue. Things are about to get crazy, so I won’t be able to see you again until after the honeymoon. But...I want to see you after I get back.

You...want to have an affair? Just like that?

She could feel tears threatening. No, not just like that! she hissed. But how is that different than what we are doing now?

"I don’t know...maybe that you will be married?" He couldn’t believe she would ask that of him. He wasn’t comfortable sleeping with her now, but after she was married? That was beyond the pale.

Stiles, please! Hear me out! I’ll talk to Terry, try to make him understand. Maybe he would be okay with a semi-open marriage.

He pulled the plastic wrap off her ankle and wiped up the numbing cream. And if he isn’t? he asked as he picked up the machine, flipping the switch to make it buzz to life. If she were his wife there was no way in hell he would share her, and he would kill the first motherfucker that tried.

Then...I don’t know.

"Bridget, you need to sort this shit out before you get married. It isn’t right what you are doing to him, and you should know it."

I know! But I’m trapped!

You’re not trapped. You just need to make up your fucking mind. You want to have it both ways, but all that is going to do is end up getting someone hurt. Probably several someones.

I know. You’re right, she said dejectedly. Let me talk to him, okay? And if he says no, then we will figure out what to do from there. Can you at least do that for me? Please, Stiles. Give me a chance to fix this.

He focused on her tattoo, trying to calm his