Blood & Bones – Deacon (Blood Fury MC #4) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blood Fury MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
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“Let’s just say if someone cuts off from the formation, they ain’t stoppin’ to smell the flowers.”

“Deke...”

“Don’t worry, your sister will be fine. Cage is our Road Captain, which means he’s in charge of the run. If he veers off, we all do.” He laughed. “That’d be pretty damn awkward. Maybe not for him, but for the rest of us.”

Reese lowered her voice. “You know, I was worried about her being here before. But now I’ve seen some of you? I was kind of hoping you were all fat, sloppy and stunk, so Reilly wouldn’t be tempted.”

Most of his brothers took pride in their bodies, a habit they got into while in prison. One, so they were strong to protect themselves while in the joint, and two, to fight off the boredom and depression. But even the ones who hadn’t done time weren’t fat and sloppy.

Well, except for Tater Tot.

“They were all given the order to keep their hands to themselves.”

Reese grimaced, then winced, putting her fingers to her busted lip. Once again, reminding Deacon that Warren fucker had to die. They also needed a plan. Which meant the prez needed to call a meeting tomorrow night to get that in place. Especially since the plan would most likely involve more than just him and Judge. And if the brothers got involved, then a vote was needed.

He’d talk to Trip before the run about setting that up.

“Listen, we’ll get a plan together so you and Reilly can go back to livin’ your life soon. Know you’re bent about bein’ here. I get it. But we’ll figure it the fuck out.” He stepped toe to toe with her and tucked a thumb under her chin. He didn’t want to touch her bruises, since he knew that would be painful, instead he let his gaze touch every damn one, letting her know silently Warren would pay for what he’d done. Not only to Reilly but to her. But touching Reese had been done on his watch. And that had put the last nail in Warren’s coffin. “In the meantime, it’ll be good to let your hair down. But you gotta do somethin’ before you get your ass on my sled.”

“What’s that?”

“Get that fuckin’ stick out of it first. You’ll enjoy the ride more if you do.”

“There wasn’t a stick up my ass when I rode you.”

He had not expected that comeback, especially when she said it with a straight face. “Fuck, woman. If you weren’t so sore from that motherfucker, I’d drag you somewhere where we could do what everyone else is doin’ or about to do.”

A small puff of breath escaped her parted lips. The eye that wasn’t still swollen and various shades of purple, became heated.

Heh. She liked that idea. So did his dick.

“You would have to take me from behind, so you don’t see my messed up face.”

“Babe, I got no problem seein’ past those war wounds.”

“Deke,” she whispered.

“Can’t wait to feel your tits pressed to my back, your arms wrapped around me and your hot pussy against my ass. Gonna warn you now,” he whispered, “probably gonna be hard the whole fuckin’ run ‘cause I’ll be thinkin’ of you ridin’ me on that deck chair or me slidin’ inside you on that rug. I’ll be rememberin’ how hot and wet you were.” He tucked a strand of her long hair behind one ear and put his mouth to it. “You were wet for me, Reese.”

Her breath hissed from her. He grabbed her unbruised wrist and slid her hand along his hard-on. He held it there for a second and her palm curved around him, making him want to thrust. He gritted his teeth instead.

“Is that what Cage will feel against him, too?”

“Damn right. And he’ll enjoy every fuckin’ second of it, like I’m gonna.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t go, then.”

“It’ll be fun. Promise.”

“He’ll be a gentleman with her?”

Deacon bit back his snort. “Fuck no. But I promise he won’t step over the line. Look, they’ve been workin’ together for the past week. If somethin’ was gonna happen, it woulda happened by now, right? And believe me, Cage ain’t doin’ nothin’ with your sister that’ll have Judge whuppin’ his ass.”

She shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m going on my first motorcycle ride.”

“Every time you call it a motorcycle, I see that stick slidin’ up your ass a little higher.”

She laughed, then hissed with discomfort. “What am I supposed to call it, then?”

“Bike. Or sled, if you wanna sound like a real biker bitch.” He grinned.

“Sled,” she repeated, like she was tasting the word. “I guess I’ll be straddling your sled.”

He groaned. This might end up being a rough ride for him. “Fuck yeah. And if you relax enough and let it, the vibrations might give you an orgasm.”

“What?”

“That’s what I’m told. Maybe today you can test that theory and let me know.”


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