Anarchist Season Two: Book 1-2 Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 41869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
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The clubhouse was jumping as was to be expected this time of night. There were sheep hanging around looking for some action, but pretending they were shooting pool, or watching the big flat screen on the wall.

Law was giving orders to the night watch just in case her people put two and two together and came calling. Though I didn’t see how that could happen unless someone here knew who she was and snitched.

I left that worry up to the guys for now though. Later I’ll get my head straight and decide what needed to be done, but first things first.

“No one come near my room. Come.” I dragged her along behind me until we were behind closed doors. Now that she was here there was too much going on inside me at once. The memory of the last time we’d been here together played vividly in my mind.

My body reacted to hers so strong, it was a struggle to stay focused.

“What did it say?” I got started, going straight to the heart of the matter. No sense in beating around the bush.

“What did what say?” She wouldn’t look at me.

“Don’t fuck with me Illyana, the pregnancy test you bought. Never mind I bought a couple of my own let’s go.” I pulled her into the bathroom and locked the door, suddenly pissed beyond reason.

She was obviously very nervous and nothing at all like that night. Then she’d been bold, she’d known what she wanted from me and took it. Now she stood before me with bowed head and fidgeting hands. I still didn’t know what she meant by that crack about me taking my time to come get her. Had she known all those times I’d been following her? Whatever game she was playing, if she’d wanted me to play along she should’ve told me the rules.

I pulled one of the three pregnancy tests I’d picked up myself from the cabinet. I’m always thinking three steps ahead. I knew after what I saw that I was gonna go after her, but I also knew I wasn’t going to take her word for it, so I bought my own shit.

“Here, do whatever the fuck it is you have to.” I held it out to her, knowing that my life was about to change in a big way.

“I can’t do this in front of you.” Where was all this shyness coming from all of a sudden? I don’t recall her being this shy the night we fucked.

“I fucked you, hard, for a whole fucking night, you ain’t got shit that I haven’t seen, stop fucking around and let’s go.”

She wasn’t too happy with that shit and I saw some of that remembered fire in her, but she did as she was told. Even though she was red as a cherry the whole time. I didn’t even pretend to look away. I wasn’t taking any chances with this shit.

When she was done peeing on the stick, she placed it on the sink and we waited. I’d read the instructions a thousand times so I knew what was what. it was a toss up as to who was the more nervous of the two of us.

I studied her now that that was out of the way and I could actually focus again. She was a gorgeous piece of work no doubt about it. The kind of woman I could see myself going after if I’d seen her out and about somewhere

She had just the right blend of innocence and heat going on. One of those angel in the living room and freak in the bedroom types. Too bad she had embroiled us both in a cluster fuck.

“So you wanna tell me what you were doing under me being who you are and all?” I didn’t yell or scream at her though I wanted to. It’s never good to jump to conclusions, and I was still willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. It was only fair after all.

Yeah right Brandon! And it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that she makes your cock steel hard. Anyone else played you, you would’ve wrung their damn neck already. And if this shit turns out to be true, then she’d played me worse than anyone ever had before. She’d stolen my seed for who knows what fucked up reasons.

“You wouldn’t understand if I told you.” She looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor, but her uneasiness wasn’t going to stop me from getting to the bottom of whatever this was.

“Try me.” I folded my arms and waited as her head got lower and lower, while she seemed to be searching for the right words.

“I had to.” Her voice was whisper soft and I had to lean in to hear her.

“You had to, had to what, fuck me, get me to breed you, what?” Whatever I’d expected her to say, that wasn’t it.


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