Tex Read Online Books Novels by Dahlia West (Burnout #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Biker, Drama, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Burnout Series by Dahlia West
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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
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That earned Tex a slight twitch of Hawk’s jaw. “Don’t even,” Hawk snarled.

Easy laughed. “An Indian on an Indian.”

Shooter merely shook his head at both of them. “Tex. Quit being an asshole and head to Pearson’s to pick up those parts for that chopper.”

Tex gave his former lieutenant a half salute and his former squadmate a shit-eating grin. Hawk rolled his eyes, but grinned back.

Mid-town traffic wasn’t heavy, but just enough to be annoying. It was Friday, though, and it would only get worse. He didn’t care, though, since he usually stuck around Burnout until the 5 o’clock traffic thinned out and didn’t head out again until it was time to go to the bar in the evening. His thoughts turned to Vegas.

It hadn’t been a good time to push her too hard for a drink just after she’d sold her father’s Harley, but she seemed to be in a better place now. He’d brought up the idea again and was pleased at her acceptance. Getting her into a more relaxed atmosphere might be the key to opening her up.

His cock stiffened slightly at the idea of Vegas letting her hair down, literally, with him. He’d only ever seen her with her hair pulled up and in baggy, unflattering clothes. Surely the woman understood that she couldn’t dress like that in a bar.

As he swung onto Catron to get back to Burnout, he spotted a silver sedan out of the corner of his eye. Taking a closer look, he confirmed to himself that he recognized the little Toyota parked in front of the shooting range. Without a second thought, he turned sharply into the lot and pulled his Hummer into a space just three spots from the entrance. He reached under the driver’s seat and pulled out a large black holster. He had been planning on waiting until tonight to increase the pressure on his little redhead, but there was no way he would miss any opportunity to spend even just a little time with her.

He swung out of the SUV, closed the door, and locked it with the key fob. He tucked the large semi-automatic under his arm and strode to the doors of the range.

****

Abby looked down the shortened barrel and squeezed off another round. It probably wasn’t healthy to pretend the paper target was her boss but...whatever. Her ear plugs were holding up well and so she didn’t notice anyone was behind her until she turned to the side to get some more ammo. She followed the long shadow across the floor until she saw Tex standing behind her, watching her.

She took out her ear plugs and let them dangle. She pursed her lips at him. “Are you stalking me?” she asked.

“Obviously.”

She gasped. “I should get a gun!” She looked down. “Oh, wait.” She gave him a sardonic grin.

He smiled and shook his head. “You’re not bad.” he said, nodding to the target.

She smirked at him. “I was just getting warmed up.”

“Is that so?”

“That’s a fact, Jack,” she replied, teasingly.

As she set her handgun down on the small shelf, he came up beside her and set down of his own. She glanced at the large piece of hardware.

“Is that yours?”

“Yep.”

She giggled. “Wow. Hummer, Harley, Desert Eagle. You know what people would say.”

“That I’m surrounded by things I wish were as big as my dick?”

She let out a surprised laugh as she felt her cheeks pinken. Tex was definitely too confident and too cocky not to have a big- Well, she wasn’t going to think about that. He slapped a clip into the grip and drew the slide back. “Mind if I take a turn?” he asked.

She nodded. Tex took a casual stance at the bar and brought up the gun. He made three shots in relatively quick succession hitting both shoulders and the head. “You’re not bad yourself,” she told him. “But really, what are you doing here?”

“I was picking up some stuff for the garage and I saw your car in the lot. Thought I’d stop in.”

“So you’re playing hooky from work?”

He grinned. “Maybe.”

“Bad.”

He stepped back from the bar. “Your turn,” he said.

She finished loading the slugs and took her time, gazing at the target. She fired the first time, hitting the head, below where Tex had hit it. Then the throat, the chest, and finally the balls. She grinned at him.

Tex gave a low whistle. “Remind me not to piss you off,” he said. She set her gun back on the shelf and reached for the box. His hand came down on hers and she nearly jumped. “Try mine,” he said.

She gave him a smirk. “Oh, no. It’s way too much for me.”

“How do you know unless you give a try?”

“Mark, that gun is huge. My hands wouldn’t even fit around the grip.”

He opened her hand, sliding his thumb across her palm, and then placed the .44 in it. She instinctively tightened her fingers around it. He turned her hand first one way, then the other, inspecting it. His hands were large and warm. “Looks fine to me,” he declared. “Go to the bar.”


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