White Lies (Blood Brothers MC Book 1) by Amy Love Page B

didn’t believe her. Had Noel failed? She had to hope for that. If he would just give her the proper chance, she could make Kane believe everything.
     
    As the bike stopped, Angeline lifted her eyes. Trees swayed, and her heart swelled with new hope. Could he be after a new beginning? He had already done more for her than she had any right to ask.
     
    Could they really turn back time?
     
    “Here,” he said. “Let me…”
     
    Angeline sank into his strong arms and pressed her palms to his broad chest. When they were together, Kane had pulsed around her and groaned into her neck. She liked that. Liked the feel of him satisfied against, around her flesh. They didn’t need words when he lingered inside her and stroked her sides. It was a scene just for them, and Angeline felt it coming back.
     
    Then he broke character.
     
    “We should really talk,” Kane said.
     
    He eased her away from him and held her at arm’s length. It was the last place that she wanted to be, but she swallowed and resolved to meet him on this new playing field.
     
    “If that’s what you want.”
     
    “It’s what has to happen.”
     
    Taking her hand, Kane led her to a soft place below one of the many trees, and they sat. Her nails traced the surface of his palm, and she every curve of his flesh filled her mind. It was like he had never left, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Their reunion had seemed destined to be a promise of everything that they would finally share.
     
    This felt like her last chance to touch him. Fearing that she would remain trapped in memories, images and feelings that would intensify by way of their distance, Angeline gripped his hand tighter and held her breath.
     
    “What do want to talk about?” she asked, her voice knowing and sad.
     
    “You were at the clubhouse today?” he asked.
     
    Again, she couldn’t lie.
     
    “I… I was looking for—”
     
    “And you saw Noel?”
     
    She wished that she hadn’t, wished that she had never met him. Kane could have kept her safe if…
     
    If she hadn’t bent the rules for her father. Everything came back to her.
     
    So here they were, time fixed in the present, no way of going back.
     
    That was her fault, too.
     
    “He… he didn’t hurt you again?” Kane asked. “Did he?”
     
    Impossible as it was, Angeline silently prayed that that he had heard, that he believed her side of the story.
     
    “No,” she said, losing herself in his dark eyes. “Not again.”
     
    Kane grimaced and turned his bruised face away from hers.
     
    “But he did,” Kane said. “He…”
     
    When he couldn’t finish his thought, Angeline felt the agony in his touch and lost his eyes as they clenched shut .Even with his hand in hers, she felt like this was losing him. And vile as Noel was, Kane needed something to hold onto.
     
    “I… didn’t say no,” Angeline said. “I couldn’t even speak. So if you have to be angry, you can be that with me.”
     
    Kane peered into her eyes, his face morphing into a mask of torment, and she waited for the blast. Here was where he would leave her. He believed Noel’s version. Why would he believe in her? She had meant nothing but lost years and hard time.
     
    “Should I be angry with you?” he asked.
     
    Angeline wanted to tell him no, that her heart had always had been and was still his. But Noel might have made him believe otherwise, and she ducked her head.
     
    “Never. But...”
     
    She was back in the place where Noel ran his hands over her body. Nothing that she had liked or even wanted, but it had happened. And Kane had a right to be furious with her for the supposed betrayal.
     
    “But I should have known that you wouldn’t leave me,” she said. “I shouldn’t have been so weak.”
     
    Kane cocked his head and touched her chin.
     
    “You?” he asked. “Weak?”
     
    She wasn’t. She had been tricked. It wasn’t her fault. Not Kane’s fault either. Angeline started to remember