Black Skulls (Bloody Black Skulls MC #2) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bloody Black Skulls MC Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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Fuck, I had missed that sound so much.

I used my knee to push her legs apart, and she spread them open wider for me. I slid a finger in her, and she moaned again, throwing her head back against the shower wall. I kissed down her neck, sucking in some spots. “C-Cole,” she stuttered, moaning.

I slid another finger into her, and she gasped, her body shuddering. “That’s it, baby,” I breathed into her ear. “Moan my name. I fucking love hearing you moan my name.”

I pumped my fingers in and out of her faster, and she dug her nails into my shoulder, crying out. Before she could come, I took my fingers out of her, lifted her up, and slammed my cock into her. She cried out, moaning my name and wrapped her arms around my neck tightly, holding on desperately as if I were her lifeline. I pounded into her, groaning.

Fuck, she felt amazing wrapped around me. Christ, it was a miracle I lasted as long as I did without the feeling of her body wrapping around me.

When she came, she sank her teeth into my shoulder, clutching onto me tighter. I groaned into her neck and held her, knowing that she would probably fall if I didn’t. “Fuck,” she whispered after a moment. “I forgot how it felt to be properly fucked.”

I set her down. “Now, what’s your decision?” I asked her, watching as my cum dripped down her thick thighs.

She stared at me blankly for a moment, and then realization dawned on her face. “Oh, I don’t know. I’ll tell you after my shower,” she grumbled.

“Then, hurry the fuck up,” I told her, stepping out.

“Fuck you, Cole,” she retorted.

I grabbed my clothes, ignoring her last comment, and slipped them on. I was pulling my boots on when she came out of the bathroom. I raised an eyebrow at her. “Answer?” I needed to get on the fucking road. I had already wasted enough time.

“I’ll ride back with you,” she muttered, not at all looking happy about her decision.

I nodded. “I’m outside waiting. Hurry the hell up. We need to go.”

She zipped her bag up and followed me outside.

I just hoped I could actually keep Amelia safe in the hell we were about to ride back into.

I rode through the gates with Amelia riding on her bike behind me. The garage was trashed, and half of it was burnt to the ground. My dad and mom—along with Luke and Amy—were standing near the entrance of the clubhouse, watching us ride in. As I turned off my bike, I heard them close the gates to the clubhouse grounds back behind us. Amelia parked and turned her bike off as well, climbing off. I slid off of mine and grabbed my bag. She walked over to me, and I looked down at her. “What?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“I have a feeling shit’s about to go down. Did you tell them you were bringing me back with you?” she asked, shrugging her shoulder in my parents’ direction.

“No,” I said, my brows pulling together in confusion. “Why should I have to?”

“What in the hell is she doing here?!” Mom hollered. Amelia arched her brows at me. “All of this is her fault! She shouldn’t be here!”

I looked up from Amelia and narrowed my eyes at my mother. She was limping towards us as fast as she could. I was still fucking pissed at her for what she did. She thought she could fucking yell and pitch a fit after the dumb ass fucking decision she made? She had another thing coming.

“Are you insane?!” I roared at her, dropping my bag on the ground and storming over to her, halting her in her tracks. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“Oh, look, my oldest son actually fucking cares about his family,” she spat up at me sarcastically, her hands on her hips.

I gripped her chin in my hand, forcing her to meet my cold eyes. She flinched a little at my touch, but I was beyond giving a fuck about hurting her. “Don’t fucking get sarcastic with me,” I growled down at her. “What happened to you was your own fucking fault, and I frankly don’t give two fucks about your injuries. I want to know what you were fucking hoping to accomplish by blowing up the ATL’s warehouse?!” I roared, shoving her face away from me.

“They killed my daughter,” she ground out through clenched teeth.

“She was my fucking sister!” I shouted at her. “They also fucking beat the hell out of Amelia, but you don’t see me fucking running around making careless decisions that will only hurt everyone else!”

“So, Amelia was allowed to make a careless decision to not tell anyone what was happening to her?!” My mom screamed up at me. “Look where it put everyone!”


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