Blade – A Steele Riders MC Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
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“We can’t stay, but I wanted you to know that if you need anything, just give us a holler.”

“I will. Thanks, brother.” We shake hands, and I give Penny the slightest of hugs before they split. I return to my vigil, wanting Jules to know that I’m always here and I’m not going anywhere

I’m not sure what the fuck he learned, but one thing’s for sure; they’ll never get that close to her again. I resume my perch next to Jules and doze off for a bit. My phone vibrates in my pocket, waking me, so I slide it out quietly and answer, stepping off to the other side of the room. It’s Roxie calling. She’s concerned after learning about the incident and called to see how I’m handling it, but after a quick reassurance, she drops the subject and reminds me that my birthday is in a week. I barely hang up with her when I get a call from Denver, wondering how Jules is doing.

I look over as I answer him only to see that she’s awake, looking around until she finds me, and a soft smile spreads across her face. “I’ve got to go,” I tell Denver. Ending the call and tucking my phone in my pocket, I walk over to her and sit on the bed, taking her good hand in mine. “How was your nap?”

“Good. Who was that?” Do I sense jealousy?

“Your uncle. He was just checking up on you.”

“Oh. When do I get to go home?”

“We’re leaving for Steeleville as soon as they get the release papers to us.”

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she says meekly, hiding her face so I can’t see her blush. We all have to go. I won’t tell her that she farted in her sleep. It wasn’t very loud, but she’d probably be mortified.

I help her out of the bed so that she can walk there. Once she comes back to get dressed, we can break out of the hospital.

She steps out of the bathroom looking more refreshed than a few minutes ago, and I swear my dick is trying to break out of my pants. He doesn’t care that she’s been through hell. He wants to unload on her in any way possible. "How are you doing? Do you need my help getting dressed?" I choke out, swallowing hard.

"As much as I'm sure you'd love to see my ruined body, I can manage,” she remarks, moving to the suitcase on the chair.

I grab her hand and turn her toward me, pulling her into my arms. Tipping her chin to get her to look at me, I ask, "Ruined? Are you talking about the scars?"

"Yes, I looked in the mirror last night and right now. I look like I fell through several panes of glass."

"You proved that you're a fighter. I want to kiss every single nick that fuck made on your body, and kiss away any worries you have. You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen, and I mean that with everything I am. Now, please start changing." I release my hold on her and walk to the door, but I don't leave. Instead, I flip the lock, making sure no one dares see my woman naked.

"I thought you were going to wait outside."

"I never said any such thing. I just asked if you needed my help. Unless you don't feel comfortable, but I promise, one day when you're ready, I'm going to strip you bare and fuck you so good like you deserve."

"You can't be serious. You haven't seen me yet."

"I have scars too." I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it off my body. "Most of these I got in the middle of a ground fight in Afghanistan." I point to the tiny scars. "There are more, some have faded as well, but the one on my thigh is one of the worst." I drop trou, refusing to hide the fact that my dick is perpetually hard around her. It stretches the fabric of my boxers, but I ignore the need to relieve the ache. I point out the eight-inch scar on my thigh. "This nearly killed me. It cut my femoral artery, but luckily Doc was there and worked his magic. It sucks that it's there, but it reminds me how far I've come and reminds me never to give up."

"Anthony," she sobs, stepping toward me to brush her hand over it. "Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore."

"Does this hurt?" She wraps her hand around my cock. I close my eyes and nod.

"It does, but you have that effect on me."

A knock on the door catches her by surprise and she jumps back, nearly falling. I quickly adjust her back onto her feet before pulling up my pants. "She's getting changed. We need five minutes."


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