The Devil's Silver (The Road Devils Motorcycle Club 2) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

“I know.” He shook his head sadly. “All I’ve heard my whole life has been how unmanly pink wine is. ‘Real men like whiskey and vodka and tequila,’ they told me. ‘Maybe beer, maybe red wine in a pinch,’ they said. ‘But never pink wine. Never ever.’” He sighed deeply. “It’s been my secret shame. It feels so good to share.”“Do you have to hide in your closet and drink it under the cover of darkness?”“How did you know?” he said, feigning shock. “Are you watching me?”Jo laughed again. “I’ll never tell you about the nanny cam that I’ve hidden in your bedroom.”“Hmmm, you better not.” He regarded her, grinning widely. “Now you.”“Now me what?”“What’s one thing that you find pleasurable?”“Ohhh. OK. Lemme think.”“Take your time, sweet thing.” He cocked his head at her, took a slow sip of his drink. “I’m really curious, I’ve got to tell you.”And just like that, Jo’s mind went blank. Well, not totally blank, because suddenly all she could think about was all the ways that this man could p

Jo looked across the room at where The Howling Highwaymen were standing, drinking and laughing in their usual loud pack. “I mean – I’m guessing they’re an MC, right?”“Yep. They’re Gunner Patton’s boys, the Highwaymen. He bought this place ten years ago, as an investment and a place got Nell to work while he ran the club. Of course he and the boys drank here when he was President, but it’s never been a club bar exactly, since Nell’s always run it as open to the general public and Gunner encouraged that.”“He didn’t want this place to be the exclusive club watering hole?”“Nope, not even a little bit,” Silver replied. “He wanted Nell to have something of her own and separate from the club, because that life can he rough and dangerous, and can go sideways pretty damn fast. He wanted his wife to have some stability, just in case something happened to him and she’d be left alone in the world having to make her way.”“But wouldn’t the club have helped her if Gunner died or got hurt or some

Silver didn’t need telling twice: he planted himself in his chair, close enough that he could inhale her scent. She smelled of something sweet and fresh, like wild roses or a sunrise in spring. He longed to bury his face in that luxurious hair, just breathe her in. This was a woman that he’d happily drive across state lines for and if she was from Omaha, he’d make damn sure that he needed to come out this way and visit Roberta more than three or four times a year. Silver could definitely invent reasons to come back to Nebraska for ‘work’ – you bet he could. For Ana, he could do a lot, even if he didn’t totally comprehend why he wanted to do anything at all.Jesus Christ man… you haven’t even asked her a single personal question, let alone kissed her. Get a goddamn grip, open your mouth, and get to know her a bit before you commit to driving for ten hours and bedding her regularly, huh? “So where do you live, Ana?” he asked, needing to get this information ASAP. “Around here? You a Ne

Shocked at the absolute command in his voice, she obeyed. Jo backed right up, watched Zeke stride across the bar on those long legs, heading straight into the trouble. He actually looked like a man who was pretty comfortable throwing himself into a fight with a bunch of MC members, and that froze her up somewhere inside, really gave her pause.Because who was this guy anyway, really? Oh sure, she’d been enjoying the flirting and attention, entertained a few filthy fantasies for her deprived little body in her depraved little mind… but she’d seen enough brutality in a single man to suffice a lifetime. And if this man had a love for hurt, a passion for violence, a single-minded desire to throw himself headlong into a bar fight, then Jo was perfectly happy to pack it in this minute, wait for a better time for Mr. Number Three.Hell, she wasn’t even about to carry on the conversation if he was about to pound a few biker heads into the floor. What – he’d beat the crap out of some guys, the

“Uh,” she said. “Well… it was a shock. I mean – what happened over there with those guys?”“Yeah,” he said, sitting down with a sigh. “The Highwaymen are having some… growing pains at the moment.”“Growing pains?”“Yep. That guy with the red hair is Gunner and Nell’s son, Fox.”Jo looked over at the man again, then looked at Nell. Yeah, OK, there was a strong similarity especially around the chin and eyes: the guy had the same steady, hard blue-steel gaze. “So… he got his red hair from his father?” she said.“Hell, yeah.” Zeke laughed. “The hair and fiery temper too. And his brains and cunning from his Mom, all of which is why he’s called Fox.”“Huh. Logical.”“Road names always have some truth in ‘em,” Zeke told her. “They’re like inside jokes, or they’re about something physical or unique about the guy.”“That does make sense. They’re like nicknames a bit, but not so casual, right?”“Definitely not casual. They’re taken way more seriously than any birth names because the guys feel