Craving Hawk Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn (The Aces’ Sons, #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: The Aces' Sons Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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“Wilfred!” she called, raising her arm to wave it at Will. “Who’s older, your uncle or me?”

Will barely lifted his head from Molly as he called back, “Casper.”

“Pussy,” Casper mumbled, making Grease laugh.

“You want a drink?” Tommy asked me as he ran a hand down my arm.

“No, thanks.” I wasn’t willing to risk spilling something on my dress. I’d stuff my face and have something to drink later after I’d changed.

“Thomas,” Grease said before Tommy could walk away. “Here.” He took something out of his pocked and handed it over.

“What’s this?” Tommy asked, looking down at the little card in his palm.

“You shouldn’t spend your wedding night at home,” Callie joked, shrugging her shoulders. “You’ve got years to do that.”

I looked down at the card and recognized the name written on it as a pretty ritzy hotel downtown. The room number was scrawled across the little paper sleeve.

“Thanks,” Tommy said in surprise, glancing at me. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Grease cleared his throat and nodded. “Get started out on the right foot,” he said gruffly.

The guy was impossible to read, so I didn’t know if the gesture was a sign of approval… but it was still a really nice thing for him to do.

“Thank you,” I murmured, meeting his eyes.

Everyone was silent for a moment. Tense. Then all of a sudden I was off my feet as Tommy slung me over his shoulder to the amusement of our guests.

“Tommy!” I screeched, making everyone laugh.

“This changes things,” I heard him say as he strode across the yard. I assumed he meant the hotel key card.

“You gonna try to get her on your bike like that?” Leo asked in amusement as we passed him.

“Nah, I got the Nova.”

“You’re dead,” I muttered as he rounded the building, never setting me back on my feet. “My boobs are falling out of this dress and I’m pretty sure I just flashed your dad.”

“Lucky him.”

“And Leo,” I griped.

Just like that, I was back on my feet.

“That’s not funny,” he muttered, grabbing my hand to pull me along behind him.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny. I’m not wearing a freaking bra.”

“I noticed,” he said with a small noise of approval.

It didn’t take long to get to the Nova, and I cursed when I saw what someone had done to it. There were condoms taped all over it. They were everywhere, from the front bumper to the back window, and in every shade of the rainbow. Not the wrappers, either. The actual condoms. Hanging there like multi-colored deflated penis balloons.

“Assholes,” Tommy chuckled, shaking his head. He went to open the passenger side door for me, but I took a step back and scoffed.

“I’m not riding in it like that,” I said, glaring at the car. “No fucking way.”

We started pulling them off, one by one, and the longer it took the more we started to laugh, until both of us were almost hysterical.

“My hands are covered in lube,” I gasped out, tears streaming down my face. “This is so disgusting.”

“Well at least they were concerned for your pleasure,” Tommy retorted, swinging a ribbed condom from his fingertips.

“Oh my God, can you imagine if we took all these with us and then next week told them thank you, like we’d actually used them?”

Tommy roared with laughter, ripping a purple condom off the hood. “That’s happenin’,” he announced with a nod, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, they better not have fucked up my paint.”

Twenty minutes later we were flying down the highway with a pile of what looked like used condoms in a gooey mess on the back floorboard.

Chapter 12

Thomas

“You realize we won’t be sleeping here, right?” I asked Heather, pausing in front of our hotel room door.

“What?” she asked distractedly, looking around the fancy hallway. I waited, watching as she took everything in, then tried to keep a straight face as her wide eyes met mine. “What?” she asked again, this time in disbelief.

“We’re not sleeping here,” I said again, letting that sink in as I opened the door for her.

“Why the hell not?” she protested as she pushed past me into the room.

I stepped in behind her and let the door swing shut as I reached out to grip her hips. “Because we won’t be sleeping,” I murmured in her ear.

I wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other to lift her legs off the floor, laughing at her surprised yell. The bed was massive and when I dropped her down in the middle of it, I couldn’t help but smile at the picture she made. The hotel we were in was an old one. Old and fancy. And she looked like some movie star from the forties with her hair all curled up and her old-fashioned dress on, lying in the middle of that fancy ass four-poster bed.


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