Brewer Read online Hope Ford (Exiled Guardians MC #7)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Exiled Guardians MC Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
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I look up at him in shock. “What? No! I just wanted a tire plugged, that was all. Nothing else.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “You needed new tires. And, well, engine maintenance is important.”

As if that explains it all. I want to argue with him some more, but instead I start digging in my purse for my billfold. “How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing.”

With my hand in my purse, I look up at him. “Nothing?”

He just shrugs like it’s nothing. Like buying tires and changing oil is a free service these days.

“Does your manager know you’re giving out free tires and oil changes?” I cringe as I say it. I know I’m talking down to him and realize how it sounds when I say it.

His jaw tightens. “I am the manager.”

I shake my head. “Well, I’m paying. So how much do I owe you?”

“I’m not taking your money,” he says.

I’m looking at him like I’m trying to figure him out. And then it hits me. “Oh, so this is your game?”

“What game?” he asks. He wets his lips and I swear I have to drag my eyes off them.

“You know. You find a woman you want to—” I lean in and whisper “fuck” and his eyes widen and his nostrils flare. Just saying that word to him has my pussy throbbing. I lean back then and take a breath. “Uh, yeah, and you help them out with their car hoping to get lucky. Well, it’s not going to work with me.”

He steps toward me and bends down until we’re at eye level. His shoulders are huge and damn, I want to put my hands on them. He looks me dead in the eye and my attitude is wavering. Do I want to stalk off or ask him to take me to the nearest bed? The hell with a bed; any flat surface will do.

“Honey, if I wanted a quick fuck”—his lips smack when he says the word and I can barely focus on anything but them—“I could have one. No, with you, I want something more. I put new tires on your car because I wanted you safe. That’s it. I didn’t say you owed me a fuck for them.”

He takes a deep breath and I swear if I didn’t know better I would think he’s smelling me, sucking me in, committing me to memory before he stands up and turns around to walk off.

Brewer

I had to walk away. I could smell her. Smell her desire and I could barely hold back. She already thinks I fixed her car for sex. I wasn’t going to be proving her case by pushing her up against the side of the F450 next to us and fucking her for all the employees and her rich boyfriend to see. Nope. I had to get away.

I take a few deep breaths and when I turn back around she’s walking toward the man that brought her here. My fists clench at my side, but I force myself to stay put. She says something to him and then turns away. He reaches for her but before I take a step, she’s already pulled away from him. The man frowns but at least he doesn’t reach for her again. Lucky for him, because I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I watch Maggie as she gets into her Honda Civic and drives away.

3

Brewer

All night I thought about her. I couldn’t get her off my mind. And as the night wore on, and I couldn’t bring her smell back, I about lost it. I had her number. I almost called her three times but stopped myself each time.

No, with her I need to play it cool. I obviously overstepped by getting her new tires, but I couldn’t let her leave knowing that hers were bald. This girl’s got me all whacked out.

The next day I’m in the shop thinking of Maggie and what my next move is going to be when she pulls into the parking lot. I watch her and she’s sitting there for the longest time. I’m afraid she’s going to pull out.

I walk out to her and tap my hand on the car window. Her face flushes and she gets out of the car.

“Hey, I uh, came back in to pay for the tires.”

I stare down at her cherry stained lips and barely contain the groan I have erupting inside me. I’m imagining them wrapped around my cock and I grip the car door to stop myself from grabbing on to her.

She looks between my white knuckles and back at me. She’s realizing that I’ve got her caged in, but she doesn’t look frightened. No, my Maggie looks breathless. “I told you, I don’t want your money.”

She crosses her arms across her chest. A protective move, but what she doesn’t realize is she’s pushing her breasts up and her cleavage is sticking out the ‘v’ of her top. I want to lean over and run my tongue along it, but I don’t.



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