Anarchist Season One: Book 1-5 Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
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She was a little bit of a thing, with a fuck load of hair and tits. Those were the two biggest things on her.

She seemed quiet, except for that ‘no’ she’d thrown at me earlier, and then the way she’d got the priest to do her bidding.

I couldn’t imagine my cock fitting into her. And where the fuck are you going with this Law? Better think of something else.

I never knew that the word wife could be so fucking sexy, but each time I thought it in the last couple hours, fuck if it didn’t start sounding sexy as fuck, ‘my wife’.

Damn! I looked down at my cock as it began to harden behind my fly. Twelve and a half fucking inches was almost as long as one of her legs. No way I was gonna fit, if I ever even thought of going there.

But fuck if the thought of forcing my meat in her didn’t make me want to fuck. I better get out of here before I do something stupid.

She caught sight of me as I tried to sneak out. “Oh you’re here. I thought we could have a celebratory lunch at least.” She looked hopeful as shit but I wasn’t about to get involved.

“Can’t, I have stuff.” I was not about to pretend that we were keeping house or some shit. That was the surest fucking way to fuck shit up.

I have to be with this female for the next I don’t know how long, and I wasn’t about to start some shit that I had no intentions on carrying on.

I thought all of that and was almost out the door, but the look on her face stopped me. “Well fuck.”

“Let’s have your special lunch.” Her face lit up and she seemed happy enough as I followed her into the kitchen.

She’d made some sort of fancy dish with vegetables and pasta and salad and some other shit that I didn’t even know we had around the house.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I was a steak and potatoes kind of guy. I remembered enough of my mother’s teaching to seat her at the table after pulling out her chair for her.

“So how are you feeling, your face still hurt?” I reached out and touched her cheek where her face was getting darker. She cuddled into my hand and I felt a softening in my heart. Fuck!

I retracted my arm swiftly and picked up my fork for my second surprise. “This isn’t bad.”

It wasn’t, it was actually quite good truth be told. There were some spices or herbs in there that I don’t remember ever tasting, and the pasta had a sweetish taste to it.

“It’s wheat pasta with fresh herbs and veggies, with just a hint of a raspberry infusion.”

“A raspberry what?”

“Never mind that husband, just eat your lunch.” Dammit was she going to keep calling me that shit?

“Here have some tea, it’s not your usual ice tea there’s a hint of mint and peach.”

Even the damn tea tasted good. She started asking me questions about my mom and the house.

“I was just thinking that since I’m going to be here for a while I might need a hobby or something to keep me busy.

The house could use some stuff done to it, but I didn’t want to do anything that maybe would be disrespectful to her memory or something.”

How was I supposed to keep my distance if she was going to be all sweet and cute?

The place hadn’t been touched in years and could probably do with a fix up, but I wasn’t sure that was something for her to do, wasn’t that shit a little personal?

“Dana, you do realize that this marriage isn’t real right? That we’re only doing this until we get Royce off your back and then we’re quits?”

Her face fell again and I felt like a bastard. What harm could it be to let her have this? It’s just a house, it’s not like she was moving into my bed or some shit.

“Fuck it fine, do whatever you want as long as you don’t have to leave the ranch to do it. I might be able to spare a couple of the guys once or twice to run you supplies, but don’t make it a habit because they’ve got their own shit to do.”

She actually jumped up from her seat and into my lap, peppering my face with kisses. My cock did his saluting bit and I eased her off my lap quick before she felt that shit.

“I gotta go, thanks for lunch babe it was great.” I stood to leave and she held up her face to mine for a kiss.

“Dana.”

“Just a little one on the cheek.”

Damn she is cute. I gave her her kiss and saw the secret smile that blossomed across her face. That was my cue to escape the fuck out of there.


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