Crow (Shady Valley Henchmen #2) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Shady Valley Henchmen Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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“Hmm. Well, it depends.”

“On what?”

“If you will garden with your shirt on or off.”

“It’s hot out there,” I said, my fingers starting to trace up and down her back. “And there’s no A.C. in the house. It would be unwise to get overheated. The less clothing the better.”

“That’s probably smart,” he agreed, her voice getting a little softer.

Her body was melting into mine, and her breathing was getting faster.

I was barely touching her. But it had been three days. I swear it got more and more difficult each hour that passed not to touch each other.

Ideally, I still wanted to give her body time.

But I’d been making sure she’d been resting as much as possible. The woman wasn’t even allowed to get up to get a new cup of tea.

She was suitably rested.

And I was completely fine with her being a pillow princess or starfishing while she got her full strength back.

“Careful,” I rumbled at her as her hand moved downward a bit, teasing around my nipple.

“What if I’m tired of being careful?” she asked, angling her head to look up at me.

“Are you saying that not doing it is negatively impacting your health?” I asked, watching as her lips twitched.

“I’m afraid so. I’m getting all sorts of troublesome feelings,” she said, letting out a squeal as I rolled her onto her back.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” I asked, then sealed my lips to hers before she could answer.

I wanted to go easy, to take it slow, to be careful with her. But the second we started kissing, there was no way to slow down the fire that burned between us.

Her hands yanked at my pants and boxer briefs as my lips explored her neck.

I barely managed to hold it together long enough to protect us before slamming inside her, my lips swallowing her loud moan as I settled deep.

“Crow, move,” Morgaine groaned.

Then, yeah, I forgot all about going easy.

We fucked hard and fast until we both crashed into our orgasms, leaving us boneless and exhausted.

It was fucking perfect.

And I was pretty sure I was falling in love with the woman.

Morgaine - 4 months

“It’s going to be so weird not to come out here anymore,” Nyx said as she loaded glass jars into seemingly endless boxes.

“Yeah,” I agreed, feeling a strange mix of sadness and excitement at the same time. “It’s going to be weird not to be here.”

Weird.

But weird didn’t necessarily mean bad.

It was just the decision that made the most sense. I was spending less and less time at the tiny house, which meant the plants and gardens were suffering. And I really missed spending time with the chickens too.

What I didn’t miss was hauling water.

And being alone all the time.

Solitude had served its purpose once up a time. When the world was scary to me. When I had no ability to trust anyone enough to open up, to share myself, so I had no friends.

Now, though? So much had changed.

People weren’t so horrible. Or, at least, the ones I was now surrounded with weren’t.

Crow’s club was somehow both exactly what I’d expected, and nothing like it at the same time.

Yes, they were gun-running bikers. They were hard partiers. They were loud and often crass.

But they were surprisingly deep and interested, everyone with their own complicated pasts, but with a similarly entwined future.

The amount of love and loyalty those men shared was incredible. And it wasn’t just about them. It was about the women and their circle too.

I felt incredibly lucky to consider myself a part of their world.

It was time to move out of my old, illegal sanctuary. I didn’t need the safety anymore.

I’d been spending days uprooting all the poisonous plants, potting them, and moving them to the roof of the clubhouse.

I’d also been leaving trails of peanuts leading in that direction too, wanting the crows to know where to come find me. I hadn’t suggested a bird feeder yet, but it was coming. I figured if I hung them in the back of the building, it would probably be months before they even noticed. And then they would just assume they’d always been there.

We didn’t plan on living at the clubhouse forever, though. It was more of a transitional place to be. While we were figuring out the future.

Crow’s room was enormous. There was more than enough space for me and all my stuff, especially since I’d been living small for so long.

They had a pretty decent chunk of land around their parking lot that I could easily convince them to let me turn into a vegetable, herb, and flower garden just by telling them it would be less grass to mow. Detroit would be on my side with that, too, because he loved fresh ingredients for his food.

I knew that, eventually, we would need more elbow room. If or when we decided to have kids, especially.


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