Read Online Breaking Free (Invitation to Eden) by Cathryn Fox - Free Book Online Page B

had never passed through this area, or if it had, the building wasn’t there at the time. As she examined the clubhouse, she wondered whether this was another fantasy, or if she’d just stumbled upon Jesse.
    Her pulse leapt, and with renewed purpose, she hurried toward the building. She could hear music from the open windows as she looked over all the motorcycles, searching for one that Jesse might drive. Pushing her mussed hair from her face in an attempt to fix herself up after her trek through the woods, she opened the door, giving her eyes a moment to adjust.
    The sound of balls cracking on a pool table pulled her focus, and she looked at the men walking the table and drinking beer, oblivious to her. She scanned their faces and catalogued the room but was forced to step out of the way when three men came barreling in behind her, all wearing leather beanie caps, with bandanas masking their faces. A fine shiver moved through her as she studied the skull pattern on their masks. She looked at their gang colors and the patches on their leather jackets, patches that identified them as...outlaws .
    As the three men made a commotion, their biker boots hitting the wooden floor hard as they kicked off debris, all eyes in the club turned her way. Her stomach tightened. Feeling like she’d just walked into the lion’s den, she took a step back, hoping to lose herself in the shadows.
    Too bad the guy who appeared to be the gang’s leader seemed to have other plans.
    “Well, well... What do we have here?” he asked, stepping away from the pool table. He walked around her, and she could feel his eyes sizing her up. Everything in the way he moved told her he was the one in charge, the alpha.
    He stopped in front of her, and she lifted her gaze. Her heart leapt when she came face-to-face with a guy who could easily double as Charlie Hunnam, the sexy actor who played Jackson from Sons of Anarchy.
    Oh Gawd...
    He cupped her chin, and as he turned her face from left to right, giving her a thorough examination, it occurred to her that this man—this scene—was straight from her fantasies.
    He grinned. “Looks like we found ourselves a trespasser,” he said.
    “I didn’t...” she began. “I’m looking for... I’m not looking for trouble.”
    He pressed his finger to her lips to silence her. “Yeah, well I think you just found it,” he responded, his voice dropping an octave. He took a step closer, his hard body crowding hers. He dipped his head, and she could smell beer on his breath, leather on his skin. His mouth was so close to hers she thought he was going to kiss her. “You’re trespassing, sweet thing, and you do know what we do with trespassers around these parts, right?” he asked, his strong hands going to her hips.
    “Hell, yeah,” a few of the guys hollered out. Chairs scraped across the floor as the men rose, preparing for what, she had no idea.
    “No, what?” she asked, her voice a low strained whisper as she worked to figure out how this fantasy was going to play out. She wasn’t even sure she wanted it to, not if Jesse wasn’t involved.
    Promise dripped from his voice when he said, “We punish them.”
    “Punish?” she squeaked out, her mind conjuring up the kind of punishment this dangerous biker dude could dole out.
    He stepped behind her, his fingers tightening on her waist. He pressed his chest to her back, and with a little nudge, set her in motion. Her knees quivered as he guided her to the pool table.
    “I think we’re going to have to frisk her, boss,” one guy said, meeting them at the table. “She could be carrying.”
    “My thoughts exactly,” the leader agreed, giving her a little push until her breasts were flat out on the pool table.
    Someone grabbed her hands and held them on the table above her head while a foot moved between her ankles to kick them open. Spread wide and completely at their mercy, she felt a big pair of hands on her legs. They slid all the way up one thigh,