Monroe, Marla - The Edge of Night [The Protectors 3](Siren Publishing Classic) by Marla Monroe Page A

had her jaw between his fingers, she couldn’t even bite him. She didn’t have to worry, though. Almost before it started, it was over with. Morgan grabbed her and pulled her away from the man as Tyler landed a blow to the man’s jaw.
    “Did you tell him who you belonged to?” Morgan asked her.
    “Yes. I told him I belonged to you and Tyler.”
    Morgan smiled and hugged her close to him.
    “She’s fair game if she’s by herself,” the other man said, holding his jaw where Tyler had hit him.
    “Not when she tells you she belongs to someone else,” Tyler said and popped him on the arm with his fist.
    “Bitch.”
    “Our bitch,” Morgan corrected him. “Don’t make me mad, Carl.”
    The other man shook out his arm and walked off toward the bar.
    Morgan turned her around to look at him. “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah, just shaken up is all.”
    Tyler put an arm around her and walked with them back to the booth.
    “Why didn’t you come back with Honey?” Morgan asked.
    “She left me. I figure she’s a little pissed because I took her men from her.”
    “Shit. Should have thought about that.” Tyler leaned back against the back of the booth.
    “You have a room yet?” Morgan asked Tyler.
    “Yeah, you ready to head back there?” Tyler asked.
    “When does Rock plan on heading into Cavern, New Mexico?”
    “He wants to ride through Albuquerque tomorrow and stop in at Lacey’s Bar, spend the night, then on to Cavern,” Tyler told him.
    “Yeah, let’s call it a night. Amanda is tired. I can tell.”
    “Amanda can talk,” she complained.
    “But she shouldn’t when she’s around the other bikers,” Morgan cautioned her.
    “Fine.”
    Tyler led them through the throng of bikers to the door. Once outside, Amanda felt like she could breathe again.
    “Amanda, I need you to ride with Tyler back to the room. We have to make it look like we really are sharing you.” Morgan gently pushed her toward Tyler. “I’ll be following right behind you.”
    Amanda opened her mouth to refuse, but saw the men standing outside the bar watching them. She plastered a fake smile on her face and turned and wrapped her arms around Tyler. He laid an arm around her shoulders and led her over to where his bike was parked. Just before she turned away, she thought she saw anger on Morgan’s face. Then it was gone as if it had never been there. And maybe it hadn’t.
    Tyler handed her a helmet and made sure she had it secure before he climbed onto the bike. He waited as she climbed on behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
    “You okay back there?”
    “Yeah, just fine.”
    “We’ll be there before you know it,” he told her as he started the bike.
    “I’m not going to be shared, Tyler,” she told him as she leaned in.
    “I know.”
    He gunned the motor and pulled out of the parking lot. Amanda looked back over her shoulder and saw Morgan right behind them. She smiled and turned back around. It would be fine. He wasn’t going to leave her with Tyler.

Chapter Nine

    Morgan had to fight to keep from jerking her back from Tyler when she wrapped her arms around his waist. She was only doing what he’d told her to do. Still, he didn’t like it. He didn’t know why he even had a right to care, but he didn’t want any other man’s hands on her. That included his best friend, Tyler. He hadn’t minded when Tyler danced with his wife before or hugged her. They’d never shared her, but it hadn’t bothered him for Tyler to touch her. Why did it bother him for Tyler to touch Amanda, who wasn’t his wife and was carrying some other man’s kid?
    He climbed onto his bike and made sure he was ready when Tyler pulled out. He adjusted Amanda’s backpack on his back and wondered how she was managing to ride with it pulling on her like it did. He needed to see about transferring some of her stuff to his saddlebags. She didn’t need so much pressure on her back.
    Tyler pulled into one of the better hotel chains and