Craving Her (Savage Brothers Second Generation #8) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, Erotic, MC Tags Authors: Series: Savage Brothers Second Generation Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
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“I think with my family it’s just they’re worried about seeing me with a past that has him being … shall we say, a man-whore?”

“Peaches—” Torin growls and just as I’m preparing myself for his wrath, this screeching cry can be heard across the room over the music.

“Oh look, sweetheart, speaking of your man-whore past, here’s one of your prize stars. I hear she likes to be filmed. What did you two call your movie? Debbie does Cincinnati?” I ask, blinking up at him as if I’m completely innocent.

Trudy laughs, but you can barely hear it over the loud guffaws of Freeze, Archie, and Wheeler—though most of the club call him Big Willy. He’s the chapter president and an amazing guy. He also makes the rest of his crew look small—and considering Freeze is freaking huge, that’s saying something. I mean, sure Freeze is taller than him, but Big Willy is so broad it’s scary. Trudy told me the man once lifted one of those extra-large, fireproof, gun safes—completely filled with guns, knives, and ammo—and carried it by himself from his room in the club to his office which is a good thirty feet apart. I figure she was over embellishing, but sometimes I wonder.

“You’re going to pay for that one, Peaches,” Torin warns.

I look at him and yawn. I don’t bother responding because right about that time, Debbie barrels into him and jumps up, wrapping her arms around his neck. He reaches out and his hands land on her hips. I don’t know if he does it out of familiarity, because this is probably how she always greets him, or if it’s to brace her so that she doesn’t make him stumble backward. A moment later, I wonder if he did it to enable her to lift and wrap her legs around his body so she could climb him like a spider monkey, or hell—with that fingernails-on-a-chalkboard squeal—a howler monkey. I sit down on a tabletop behind me and cross my legs, watching as she holds onto him.

“Joker! I missed you so much,” she gushes. “When Freeze told me you were coming, I made sure I planned the perfect night for you!”

“Debbie, get down,” Torin grumbles, looking very uncomfortable. I roll my eyes.

“If you want her down, drop her ass on the floor, Joker. Don’t act like you don’t have a choice.” He looks over her shoulder at me.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Debbie-with-more-tits-than-brains snaps.

“My biggest problem is that I don’t want to be here. I had plans, but Joker decided I needed to be here and didn’t give me a choice. My next biggest problem is the asshole probably expects me to share a bed with him tonight⁠—”

“You will be in my bed, Skylar.”

“See?” I respond, but more to Debbie than Torin. “Drop her, or I swear by all that is holy, Joker, whatever part of her she has touched tonight will not touch me or I’ll chop it off one painful inch at a time.”

Trudy giggles. “I swear to God, I love you, Kyla.”

“Love you, too. So, what’s it going to be, Joker?”

“You don’t call me Joker. I’m not Joker to you and you’re just doing it to make me spank that fucking amazing ass of yours.”

“On that note, I’m going to leave you to play your games with Dumbass-Debbie, and I’m going to bed. Trudy? My room here free tonight?” I ask.

“Who the fuck are you calling a dumbass? I’ll show you how shit is handled here. You don’t disrespect me. I’m Joker’s favorite. He chooses me over any other woman here at the club. You know what that means, don’t you?”

“He’s an idiot?” I deadpan.

“No, it means I’m in line to be his old lady,” she brags, and I ignore how much her words bother me. I don’t know why it should, that had been the gossip around here forever. Everyone said Torin loved getting his dick wet with Debbie. So much so that he never looked at another girl here, unless it was one of Debbie’s friends. I really am starting to realize what an idiot I’ve been over the last three years.

“Trudy?”

“Yeah, honey, you can have your old room,” she answers. “I can take you.”

I take a deep breath of relief. The party here is just heating up. I can already see several club girls taking care of a couple of the guys in the back. I’m not a prude. I don’t really care what people do. It’s just not my scene. Even if what Torin did to me in the club was hot, showing my body in a public setting—while being with someone I love—is not what I want. The only reason I didn’t stop what we did together back at Swank is because no one could see my body. They may have known what was happening, but they didn’t see any part of me. I want that to be for my man to see—and him alone.


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