Revolution (The Lone Riders MC Series Book 1) by Michelle Betham Page A

him, she could have him back. He was here, willing to give her another chance, even after all the shit she’d put him through. But everything had changed. Everything. And she could never go back now, even if she wanted to. Which she wasn’t sure she did. ‘I’m really sorry, baby.’
    ‘Jesus, Lexi,’ Jesse sighed, throwing back his head, letting go of her. ‘Just… if you need me, okay?’
    She looked at him, smiling a small smile as he walked away. Leaning back against the wall she closed her eyes again, exhaling deeply, trying to rid herself of a confusion that was going nowhere. That was evident.
    ‘What the hell are you doing?’
    Her eyes sprung open at the sound of that low, distinctive Scottish accent. Coby was leaning back against the wall beside her, a cigarette in one hand, the other in the pocket of his battered jeans. ‘Piss off, Coby.’
    He took a drag on his cigarette, chuckling quietly. ‘If I thought you really wanted that to happen…’
    She turned her head to look at him, watching the way his hair fell over his eyes, and she longed to reach out and push it back off his ruggedly handsome face. ‘I can’t do this, Coby. I… I can’t. Not now.’
    He moved so he was standing right in front of her, leaning in, his face close to hers. ‘You have no choice, sweetheart.’
    ‘There’s always a choice, Coby.’
    He laughed again, leaning a little further forward, and even though he was crowding her, his stance mildly threatening, all she could think about was getting naked, making him watch while she touched herself because, whilst her ache for him grew stronger, it felt as though his need for her was diminishing. And that scared her. And excited her. It turned her on.
    ‘Not this time, Lexi. I… Shit!’ He pushed a hand through his hair, and Lexi couldn’t stop herself from reaching out to tuck a strand behind his ear. ‘Darlin’, you have got to stop this,’ he said, pushing her hand away. But Lexi wasn’t deterred. She was more determined.
    ‘Have you any idea how wet I am?’ she whispered, deliberately running her fingers over her breasts. ‘Just thinking about you.’
    ‘It wasn’t that long ago you were fucking that lad over there,’ he hissed, nudging his head in the direction of the pool table, where Jesse was talking to Blake.
    ‘And wishing it was you .’ She leant forward, her mouth once more almost touching his. ‘I closed my eyes and I wished with every beat of my heart that it was you. Just like you wanted me to.’
    ‘I’m not doing this, Lexi.’
    ‘You will fuck me, that’s what you said.’
    ‘Yeah, well, maybe I said a lot of things I didn’t mean.’
    ‘You’re lying.’
    ‘I’m stronger than this… I have to be. We have to be.’
    ‘I’m sick of being strong, Coby. I’m sick of the lies…’
    He grabbed hold of her wrist, looking right into her eyes. ‘It’s the lies that are keeping us alive, darlin’.’
    He dropped her arm, almost throwing it down, walking off along the corridor, and she stared after him for a few seconds, not moving from the spot. Her heart was beating so loud she could hear it, the manic thudding echoing around her head, filling her ears, a wave of confusion and a need for something she knew she shouldn’t really be chasing filling her up, taking her over.
    She followed him outside into the back yard, running up behind him, moving so fast he had no chance, no way of stopping her from throwing him back against the wall, her hands clinging on to his as she pressed herself up against him, kissing him hard. And it was like someone had just found that vein, stabbed that needle into her and let the rush take over. She could feel him crawling back under her skin, all the pain slowly slipping away as he gave in to her, his mouth moving against hers, all that raw emotion flooding forward with a vengeance. In one swift movement he’d turned her around, slamming her back against the wall, his hands thrusting up and under her