Blood & Bones – Whip (Blood Fury MC #11) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blood Fury MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
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“Blow those motherfuckers to smithereens!” Easy shouted near Whip.

“Put them on the fast track to hell,” Dozer added enthusiastically.

“No mercy for them touchin’ my Duchess,” Dutch bellowed from the other side of the group.

“I guess that means we’re a ‘go,’” Judge said.

A chorus of stomping boots and hoots were the enforcer’s answer.

Trip raised a hand and called out, “Hey, pay attention for a sec. Got one more thing, and this is really fuckin’ important. No one says a word to the women ’til I tell you. Not one fuckin’ word.” He turned to Rook. “Even Jet. Hell, especially Jet. If we need her, we’ll catch her up to speed. We don’t want her tippin’ off her family.”

“She ain’t gonna snitch,” Rook said. “She ain’t riskin’ me goin’ back inside.”

“Brother, she might not do it on purpose, but we don’t wanna put that extra pressure on her. She still got a shitload of loyalty to her family, as well as her former profession. You get what I’m sayin’?” Trip asked. “Jet might be Fury but her last name’s also Bryson. Let’s not forget that.”

“You could change that last name if you wanted,” Cage said, elbowing his brother in the ribs.

Rook shoved him, but addressed Trip. “You know she’s gonna kick my ass afterward for not cluin’ her in ahead of time. Just sayin’.”

“Would pay to see that,” Cage muttered.

“Bet you would,” Rook said to his brother.

“You know the sayin’… easier to ask for forgiveness than permission,” Deacon said with a smirk.

“You got that down pat,” Judge told him.

Deacon grinned. “I ain’t stupid. And make-up sex is the best fuckin’ sex. Am I right?”

Fuck yeahs rose up from the brothers with ol’ ladies.

Whip wouldn’t know. He never gave a woman a reason to have make-up sex with him.

But, like hate sex, he bet it was hot as fuck.

“All right, enough jawin’, “ Trip said. “Get your ol’ ladies and let’s get rollin’. But first, you know what we need to do…”

They all started stomping their boots on the floor again. This time they added the pounding of their fists on their chests as Trip yelled out, “From the ashes we rise…”

In unison, everyone shouted, “For our brothers we live and die!”

Fuck, with that proposed plan, that actually might happen.

“Where’s Fallon?” Reilly asked after Rev pulled his sled next to Whip.

“Who’s Fallon?” her ol’ man asked.

“The blonde who owns that Scout, remember? You know, the sled you guys keep jerking off all over.” She made a jerking motion with her fist.

“Why the fuck would she be here?” Rev asked, ignoring his woman’s second comment.

“‘Cause Whip has a thing for her.”

“What are you up to, woman?” Rev shot her an annoyed frown over his shoulder.

“I’m not up to anything,” Lee exclaimed, working way too hard at sounding innocent. “Ozzy said you never left the motel until Friday morning. You also returned Friday night and didn’t leave until this morning. Are you heading over there tonight, too?” She wiggled her damn eyebrows at Whip.

“Stop your fuckin’ meddlin’,” Rev ordered.

“I’m not meddling. I’m just encouraging. There’s a difference.”

“Not when it comes to you,” Rev muttered.

Reilly leaned into her man’s back and whispered loudly, “She gave him a boner the other day at the shop.”

“Yeah, and? So what? Lots of women gave me a boner and they never came along on a run. That ain’t how it’s done, Lee. You know that.”

She shrugged and smiled.

“Christ,” Whip muttered. “You both done talkin’ about me and my fuckin’ boner?”

Rev’s head spun toward him. “She really gave you a fuckin’ boner?”

Reilly rolled her eyes. “They fucked, Rev. So, what do you think?”

Rev’s blue eyes widened. “You fucked her?”

She whacked his arm. “Were you not paying attention when I mentioned the motel?”

“Damn, she’s hot.” Rev grinned. “And older. Ripe for the pickin’.”

“Right? I think she’s perfect—”

Whip sighed and tuned out whatever Reilly was now going on about.

Fuck these two. He took enough shit from them during work, he didn’t need their abuse on a Sunday, too. Especially when it came to someone he had sex with.

Whip shook his head, started his Harley and began to twist the throttle to drown them out.

“Gonna take tail today,” he shouted with another twist of the throttle and got out of line. He did a U-turn and went to the back of the pack where the single members usually rode. He pulled up next to Easy and let his sled idle while everyone else got in formation.

Cage, being road captain, and Jemma always took the lead.

Behind them were usually Trip and Judge. The prez was flying solo for the run, but Cassie, now at over six months pregnant and with a decent sized baby belly, was joining her ol’ man.

In the third row were Deacon and Ozzy. Reese was actually glad to hand their son, Dane, over to Saylor, so she could finally come along on a run. Shay clung to Ozzy, the club secretary.


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