Craving Trix Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn (The Aces’ Sons, #1)

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: 99
Estimated words: 96612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
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As if she wasn’t sure what to do.

“You let a boy touch you, I’ll break his fuckin’ legs,” I growled, stepping in closer until my knee was wedged between her thighs.

With a moan, she finally relaxed against me, and my heart started pounding in my ears when she opened her mouth for my tongue.

God, she tasted good. Like cinnamon gum.

I inhaled deeply as I ran my tongue over her lips, letting go of her jaw so I could wrap my hand around one of her thighs and pull it up high on my hip.

I loved Trix’s thighs. I’d never thought of her as a conquest—that wasn’t how we worked, but I was a man. Hard to ignore it when a girl was shaped like she was. She was far from fat, but her thighs and ass were thick. Round. When she wore a bathing suit, no matter what type, bottoms rarely covered her ass—to the point that I’d forced her to start wearing shorts when I took her to the river during the summer, so I didn’t have to kill anyone. It was the type of cushion men dreamed about. The kind of thighs that you fucking knew would squeeze you to hell when they were wrapped around your waist.

I hated that I was still too tall in the position we were in, so I dropped my other hand, using both to hike her up my chest until I could notch my dick right between those gorgeous thighs.

Shit, that felt incredible.

I wasn’t prepared for her to bite my lip, and I jerked my head back in surprise to find her glaring at me.

“Does that go for you, too?” she asked breathlessly, moving her hand to press against my throat as I tried to catch her lips again.

“What?” I asked dumbly. Did she expect me to talk to her when I could feel the heat between her legs pressed against me?

“I don’t sleep with anyone else, you don’t sleep with anyone else,” she ordered, immediately pissing me off.

“What?” I asked again, lower.

“If I’m fucking you, you aren’t fucking anyone else,” she said, finally letting go of my throat so she could kiss me.

Oh, fuck no.

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” I snapped back, shaking my head.

What the fuck was I doing? All of a sudden, I was thinking clearly again, and I couldn’t believe what the hell I’d just done.

This was Trix.

My little Bea.

Jesus Christ.

I stepped back quickly and dropped her legs, making her stumble as she tried to catch her balance. “This isn’t happen—”

My words were cut off as she punched me in the face.

“I hate you!” she yelled, her chest heaving. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I watched her, dumbfounded, as she stomped toward the small break in the trees, moving so quickly she was almost running.

Reaching up to wipe a drop of blood off the side of my mouth, I grimaced. “You’re seventeen years old!” I yelled at her back.

She stopped, spinning around to glare at me. “I’m eighteen in three weeks, dick!”

“I’m still way too fuckin’ old for you! Where are you going?” I took a step forward, then stopped. She was on club property and half a mile from her house—I wasn’t following her ass through the forest.

“Fuck off!” she yelled, flipping me the bird as she stomped away until she disappeared in the trees.

“Eighteen,” I grumbled, slapping myself on the side of the head as I turned and headed toward my bike. “You fuckin’ asshole.”

Chapter 1

Cameron

Four years later

“Got a problem,” Slider said to the open room, glancing around to the brothers gathered. There were at least twenty of us, young and old, new and seasoned. Some of us had dealt with “problems” before, some looked like they were going to shit their pants, some looked bored.

I felt… ready. I knew I could handle it, whatever it was. I’d gone through too much for anything to surprise me.

“Got some assholes down from Salem, makin’ noise,” Dragon cut in, leaning against the bar top. “Tryin’ to take over territory that’s belonged to us for over thirty years.”

“We can handle it—” Poet said confidently.

“Can handle it, but we need to be keepin’ an eye out,” Slider finished.

“Are we lockin’ down?” one of the younger brothers asked. His name was Mack and I knew he had a girl and a brand new baby at home. He was sweating.

Christ.

“Not lockin’ down,” Slider said with a small shake of his head. “No reason to think we need to—not yet. Been quiet so far.”

“So, what do we do?” another guy called out.

God, they sounded like a bunch of pussies. I rubbed the back of my neck in annoyance.

“You tell your women to stay alert.” Grease finally spoke up. His jaw was locked as he glared. “You keep your kids home.”

Grease’s woman, Callie, had gone through some shit when they were young, dealing with a gang out of Southern California. It was clear by the way he stood that he didn’t like whatever we were dealing with, but he was calm. Far more calm than my adopted dad, Casper.


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