Page 120 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

She’s just as beautiful as I remembered.That thick wavy head of hair reminiscent of Julia Roberts in the eighties.Her hair has tortured me.I want it wrapped in my hands, wrapped around my cock… Jesus, I crave this woman.

“You’ve been trying to hide from me, Rory.”

“You’re full of yourself F.A.”

“The name is …” Fuck.I almost slipped up and told her my name was Diesel.“Noah,” I say instead, waiting for her to react.

It doesn’t take long.

“Just tell me what you want and leave.I have shit to do,” she grumbles, her eyes refusing to meet mine.

“You.”

“What?”she asks, obviously confused.

“You, Rory.That’s what I want.”

“Right.I don’t have time for this bullshit, F.A.”

She goes to close the door and I slap my hand against it, stopping her.

“Noah,” I growl, walking in and closing her door behind me.

“You need to leave,Noah,” she orders, hands on her hips, and looking far too appealing for my sanity.

“Answer a question first.”

“I can’t believe you,” she says shaking her head.

“Are you going to answer?”

“Will you leave if I do?”she asks, bringing her hands back to her chest and crossing them as if daring me to pin them behind her back and make her take my kiss.

“Maybe,” I shrug, having no intention of leaving until I get a taste of her.

“Fine.Ask your damn question.”

“Why did you move out of your bedroom?”

“Seriously?”

“I just asked the question, Gorgeous.I’m pretty damn sure you can tell I’m serious,” I mutter and watch as she gets even more pissed.

I shouldn’t enjoy it, but I’m an asshole and looking like she does, it’s a fucking good show.

“Get out of my house,” she screams, her face red with anger.

“You don’t want that,” I tell her.

“Oh, I do.I’ve had enough of you,Noah.You give me whiplash.I can’t handle your bipolar moods.One minute I think you’re a nice guy and the next you’re such an asshole that it’s epic and trust me when I tell you, F.A., I’ve been around major assholes!”

She delivers her words one right after the other, not taking a breath, instead embracing her anger and letting it fly.

“My fucking name is,Noah,” I growl, moving into her body.She backs away from me and keeps doing it until she’s against the wall.

It’s not a nice thing to do—especially since I know her history.I do it anyway and maybe there’s a large part of me that expects her to back down and cower.Rory doesn’t do that however.She plants her hands against my chest and she pushes.I don’t move, but I will give her an A for effort.

“Back the fuck away,” she yells back.She brings her knee up to hit me in the balls.I manage to block that and trap her leg by a firm grip with my hand.My other hand locks around her wrist to pull her arm above her head.

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