Death Lords Motorcycle Club: Chelsea And Wrecker (The Motorcycle Clubs Series) - Plot & Excerpts
I ignore the ringing of my cellphone and hustle her into the bathroom. While the water heats up, I help her shed her jeans, her sweater, socks and boots. “Why am I so cold?” She clutches her arms and shivers. Her legs are trembling so much I wonder if I should have hit the stopper on the tub but the water’s hot and it should warm her up soon enough. “Adrenal fatigue. Your body increased its hormonal levels during your flight from the Trainors’ and now it’s adjusting.” She frowns. I raise my hands. “I read while I was in prison.” That generates a small smile from her. “What about you?” “I’m still feeling the rush.” I shove my own jeans to the floor. “And I have a different reaction.” A lone eyebrow arches up as she takes in my obvious hard on. “You coming in?” She pushes the curtain aside and I whip the rest of my clothes off.
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