Chasing Us (Chasing #2) Read Online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Chasing Series by Ella Goode
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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“Why are you here?” she snipes.

“We were telling Vincent about how you gave Biscuit his name.”

“He’s Frank now,” Melody says, pushing by me to get to Tom. “Give me a double of whatever is the hardest proof you’ve got so I can get drunk fast and forget this lunk here is going to be our chief of police.”

“You planning on breaking so many laws that you have to avoid me? You’re the one who slapped me, remember? Shouldn’t I be the one avoiding you?”

Melody, who’d had her glass halfway to her mouth, slams it to the bar. “You have avoided me. All my life you have ignored me, forgotten me, left me behind. I wrote you letters. I sent you gifts. I’ve been there for you, and you? What have you been doing? I should’ve slapped you harder.”

Her hand flies up, but I’m not in the mood to be hit again. I stop her arm mid-flight. “And if I hadn’t left you alone, I don’t think you’d like that either,” I tell her in a hard voice.

Her face turns white and then red. She jerks her wrist out of my grip. “You don’t have the right to tell me what I’d enjoy and what I wouldn’t. Come on, Emma, let’s go.”

She grabs my sister’s hand and starts dragging her toward the door. A tide of anger surges through me. Since the moment I’ve come back to Harrisville, she’s been walking away from me. She’s got a fine ass, but I’m tired of seeing only that view of her. I get to my feet and stomp through the crowd until I’m right behind her. With one move, I’ve got her spun around and over my shoulder. I nod to Emma. “Best go back to Vincent. This is between me and Melody.”

Emma gives me a narrow-eyed glare. “I’m not leaving her to—”

Her voice is cut off when Vincent appears and throws my sister over his own shoulder. “Consider this repayment for my debt,” he says.

“I saved your life. How is this equal?”

“You’re right. You’re going to owe me.”

CHAPTER 4

MELODY

I suppose I should be thankful that I didn’t wear a dress today. It doesn’t take me long to realize that beating on Frank’s back isn’t getting me anywhere but hurting my own fist. What is he, made of freaking iron or something?

Whack!

I gasp when a hand comes down on my bottom. My mouth falls open.

“You did not just smack my bottom.” Who the heck does he think he is?

“Bottom.” He chuckles, which only makes me madder. What has gotten into this man? “You’ve been hanging around my sister and picked up smacking people but not cursing?” He laughs again. “Yeah, sugar, I smacked your ass. And if you keep it up, I plan on doing it again.”

“Do not give me a pet name!” I hiss and start to wiggle around again, trying to get free. It’s actually a stupid idea. If I fall from this height, I’ll end up with a concussion for sure.

“You can call me Biscuit but I can’t call you sugar?”

“I’m not calling you Biscuit any longer. Now you’re Frank,” I huff. I don’t know if my head is starting to spin because I’m upside down or because of how Frank is acting.

“It’s Biscuit,” he orders as he finally starts to lower me. I slip down the front of his very hard body. I gasp when I feel his hard cock press against my stomach. I jump back, tripping over my own feet, but Frank's arm comes out, pulling me right back against him before I can fall on my butt.

“Frank,” I hiss, glancing down between the two of us. “You’re…” I trail off because it should be obvious what I’m talking about. It is, after all, his cock.

“Hard? Yeah, I just spanked you and then you slid your soft curves down my body. What did you think was going to happen?” I open and close my mouth, not sure how to respond to that. I’ve never been manhandled before.

I should be appalled, but that’s not what I’m feeling at the moment. I’m more turned on than anything. Not that I would ever let him know that.

Nope, screw him. Years I’ve spent wanting this man, and now all of a sudden, he what? Wants to bang me? Not happening. I might have started out saving my virginity for him because he was the only person I could ever think of taking it, but things have changed. I’ve changed. At least I’m telling myself I have.

“Right, men get hard when the wind blows.” I go again to step back, but Frank’s hold only tightens on me, his fingers digging into my hips. Somehow that shoots a fire straight to my clit. My panties are growing wet. Clearly there’s not only something wrong with Frank. My body is acting weird too!


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