Crash & Carnage (Tarnished Angels Motorcycle Club, #2)

by Emma Slate

“You lay it on thick, don’t you?” “Yup. Are you gonna punish me for disobeying your orders? You told me not to touch myself, and I didn’t listen. Punish me, Doc. Punish me real hard.”

“They’re making asinine kissy faces at me. I’ve got to have a sit-down talk with them about women.”

“So, you guys are doing sleepovers.” “Yeah, I guess we are,” I admitted. “How did you ever get out of bed this morning?” she demanded. “Sheer force of will.”

He gave her such a heated look that I didn’t need to guess where their banter would lead. “That’s my sister,” Colt remarked dryly. “I put a ring on it,” Zip stated. “I can do what I want.” “Let’s get out of here before they pound on their chests like gorillas,” Joni