Blunted (Rush Riders MC #1) Read Online M.N. Forgy

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Rush Riders MCSeries by M.N. Forgy
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
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I'm headed to the door when I glance over and see three cell phones sitting on a table by the entryway to the kitchen. Two of them are clearly burner phones, but the third one is the phone I saw her with the other night. She probably uses the burner phones for the cancer patients and weed sales. Picking up the phone I recognize, I swipe the screen and go to the keypad, typing in my phone number. My phone buzzes in my pocket, taking it out I save the incoming number as Kitten under my contacts. Sliding my phone back in my pocket, I open the contact list of her phone, adding my name and number. Placing her phone back on the table, I look back to her one more time when the two beer bottles on the coffee table catch my attention. Hmmmm, yep, it's gonna piss her off but someone needs to teach her that just because she is smart doesn't mean she gets to do what she wants. I head into her kitchen, open the refrigerator, grab a couple of plastic bags I see setting on the counter, and remove all the beer and wine in the room. Setting them on the counter, I head out to the living room in search of a pen and paper. Finding what I need in a box marked office supplies, I scribble out two notes, putting one by her phone and the other in the refrigerator. Grabbing the bags off the counter, I head to the door, flipping the lock on the knob to the lock position then close it and leave.

Back upstairs in my condo, my phone buzzes in my pocket, getting it out I see it is a message from Cindy. She is wanting to know if I want to get together tonight. I wonder if Brandy told her what I said. Out of all the club bitches, I like fucking Cindy the most. She is the only one who can take it as hard and deep for as long as I need her to. And as hard as I am tonight, I’m gonna be fucking her balls deep all night. Messaging her back, I let her know I will be there shortly, and we’ll be spending the night in my room there at the clubhouse. Changing into jeans and putting on my boots, I grab my wallet, keys, helmet, and head to the club.

14

C

I wake up on the couch, and Linc is gone. He must have put this quilt over me when he left. Sitting up, I grab the tank top off the floor and put it on. Walking over to my phone, I swipe the screen and see it’s

4:00 a.m. Putting the phone back on the table, I notice a piece of paper with writing on it lying on the table. Picking it up, I read it.

I have put my number in your phone.

Call me if you need anything.

Linc.

Searching through my contacts, I see his name and number are in fact in there. Shit, I wonder if he has my number now? I'm not sure how I feel about that. Walking over to the window in the living room, I look out over the parking lot and see his motorcycle and car are not there. Where did he go? I walk back over and grab the empty beer bottles off the coffee table, taking them to the kitchen, I rinse them out, and place them in the recycling bin. Thirsty, I go to the refrigerator to get a juice and when I open the door and see all the beer and the wine is missing, in their place is another note.

NO ALCOHOL, KITTEN!

If I see it in here again, I will spank you.

Linc.

What the fuck? This guy is nuts. Who the fuck does he think he is? Going back to the living room, I grab my phone and scroll to his name and text him.

Are you fucking serious? I think underage drinking is the least of my indiscretions. C. aka- pissed-off Kitten!!!

Pushing send, I go back to the kitchen and get the juice I intended to get earlier. I’m just a kid in his eyes. What a hypocrite to be worried about beer and weed when I know he’s much older than me. Sitting back on the couch, I replay the events of last night in my mind. God, I'm an idiot. He probably ran out of here after I fell asleep to one of those blondes he was with the other night. One who can answer all his questions, not only with a yes, but would know what they were doing, not just shamelessly be squirming and pushing themselves into him. Talk about no self-control. I was so turned on I couldn't help it. My mind just shut off with the way he was touching and kissing me, and oh God, the things he was doing with his tongue. Why did I freak out when he touched me down there? “’Cause you were scared, C. Scared he would know you don't know shit about sex, scared he would laugh at you.” And that's exactly what he is doing. Fuck! How am I ever going to look this guy in the face again? Leaning my head on the back of the couch, I shut my eyes until exhaustion overtakes me and I drift back off to sleep.


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