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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“What kind of condition?” I ask, intrigued.

“I’m getting in bed with these babies on, and you will not say shit about it,” she announces proudly, lifting my T-shirt to reveal the brown-colored boxers. She’s repeatedly rolled up the waistband to make them smaller.

“Fine, now get over here and get in bed. I’ve had a long ass day and I’m tired. We can sleep and fight again tomorrow.”

“Well, at least you know we’ll be fighting.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” I admit freely.

She eyes me suspiciously, but lets out a sigh, and climbs on the bed. There are four pillows on the bed—two of which are currently under my head. She takes one of them and places it between us, despite the fact the bed could hold another person between us. Which, by the way, will never happen. Skylar will sleep by me and me alone from this night on. I don’t tell her that. I don’t want her to give me shit again. I really am tired.

“Is that supposed to keep me away from you?” I ask her, eyeing the pillow.

“This pillow is a line. If you cross it, then not even ice will save your balls,” she announces. Then she flops on her side, giving me her back. She switches off the light that’s on her nightstand.

I let out a sigh. My woman is in for a surprise before the night is over, but I’m tired of fighting for now. I get up and grab the bottle that’s in the freezer and put the one I’ve been using in its place. Next, I go make sure the door to the room is locked, then climb back into bed. I put the dishcloth back over me and put the new bottle where I’m hurting the most. Then, switching off my light, I close my eyes. I don’t know if sleep will come, but I hope like hell it does. I need my wits about me to handle Skylar tomorrow. I smile at that thought. After three years of wanting her and knowing she could never be mine. Now, she’s in my grasp and I’m not letting her go again. I just have to find a way to make sure that Skylar accepts that.

And soon.

Chapter 17

Skylar

I slowly shake slumber away, awakening, but still feeling as if I’m trapped in a haze. I’m hot all over. I feel like I’m drowning in the heat. My breathing is shallow, and I’m filled with hunger. I whimper, stretching my body—yet finding resistance. I lick my lips as a wave of desire crashes through me so strongly that I cry out.

“That’s it. Let me hear you, Peaches,” I hear Torin growl.

His hoarse, raw voice feeds my hunger. I force my heavy eyes to open and find him looking straight at me. His eyes are glued to me. My body tightens and I force myself to push away. It doesn’t do any good. His hands are on my thighs, his body trapping my legs, refusing to let me move.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he rumbles against my bare center. My clothes are gone. I’m completely naked and Torin’s face is buried between my thighs.

“No, we can’t,” I gasp, reaching down to push on his shoulders to make him move away from me. I can’t believe he did all this while I was asleep. He has to have lost his mind …

“Hands by your sides, Skylar. Do it or I’ll tie them to the bed. The choice is yours.”

I freeze and look at him. I know beyond any doubt that he’s serious. I swallow nervously and he smiles up at me. There’s a glint in his eye, daring me to argue with him. That’s my first instinct, but there’s a big part of me that wants me to give in. I’ve wanted Torin for three years. What could be the harm in giving in?

While I try to make up my mind, his body shifts, moving me so he can lift my legs over each of his shoulders. His hand caresses my stomach, starting a scorching fire inside that feels like it might burn me alive. The path he makes continues around my hip and under my ass. Torin squeezes one cheek roughly to the point there’s a sting of pain behind his touch. I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. He bends down and puts a soft kiss against the wet lips of my pussy.

“Mine,” he growls. His words hit me hard and my heart squeezes in my chest. I surrender in that moment, not wanting to fight what I’m feeling any longer.

I release a breath that shudders through my body as he buries his head into my center, opening me to him. He flattens his tongue, lapping at my juices, moaning against my clit as he sucks it into his mouth. I cry out in pleasure. My reaction seems to fuel his desire. I feel the change in his urgency almost immediately. He hums, working me hard, tasting, nibbling—devouring me. I slap the mattress, clenching the sheets, as I thrust up against his mouth, silently begging for more. He pulls back enough to drag his fingers over my heated folds and begins teasing my clit before his tongue takes over and his fingers move through my cream, then push inside me.


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