Devil Read Online Jordan Marie (Savage MC–Tennessee #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Savage MC-Tennessee Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
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“I’m… not looking forward to what needs to be done.”

“Torrent—”

“No. I mean it’s okay. I may not like it, Logan, but I know I need to take control back. I know it has to happen. I’m dreading it and that’s allowed, right?”

“Yeah, Angel. That’s allowed,” I tell her, sighing because I hate that I can’t make all of this right for her. Torrent has been through so much and I think before this is over, she’ll have to face the truth that Wolf is not the man she thinks. She’ll have to have her eyes opened to see that he’s playing on her sorrow and emotions to control her. Torrent is a smart woman, part of her already knows, but knowing it and recognizing the pattern you are in are two completely different things.

“What I feel for you, Logan… It’s real. I promise,” she whispers sweetly.

That’s when I’ve decided we have had enough seriousness for the night. I’ve let my worry over Diesel and the pressures of being here with Torrent, when I should have my boy’s back, bleed through when I shouldn’t have. There are times that I forget everything Torrent has been through. I don’t even know all of it, I’ve not asked her to talk with me about it and she’s clearly not dealing with it and pushing it into the back of her mind. Eventually she will have to work through it, but for now I need to remember she’s got a lot to deal with—a lot more than the fact she has two men in love with her.

I haven’t told her I love her, but the emotion is there. She had me from the very beginning. I don’t know Wolf’s game, but I know mine. I’m in this for Torrent. I want her back home with me. I want her by my side. I want her on the back of my bike and in my bed.

Fuck… I want babies with her.

“How real are we talking?” I ask her, pushing my heavy thoughts away. I pull her body over mine, her legs sliding to my sides as she straddles me. She looks down into my face, her hair falling around her. Even in the darkness her beauty shines through.

“What are you talking about now?” she asks and I can literally hear the smile on her lips. This is what I want for Torrent…

Happiness.

“You said what you feel for me is real, I’m kind of wondering how real.”

“I have no idea what that means,” she laughs.

I let my fingers hook the end of her T-shirt and tug on it.

“When a woman cares for a man very much, it causes her clothes to come off,” I instruct her.

“I thought that was tequila?”

“Well, that too. But when a woman has fallen under a man’s spell, there are certain signs to watch out for.”

“Like what?” she giggles.

“Well, first she has an uncontrollable urge to kiss her man. She’d rather have his kiss than air in her lungs.”

My voice is stern, filled with a seriousness as I joke with her. I slowly let the pads of my fingers splay out against the warm skin of her stomach.

“Oh no,” she gasps.

“What’s wrong, my Angel?”

“I think I may have symptom one, because I really want your lips on mine much more than I want to breathe,” she whispers. I don’t know if she realizes it or not but she’s grinding slowly against my body, her hips moving in a slow, seductive dance that is designed to take me to heaven.

“Maybe you’re mistaken. We should kiss to see if you’re really that desperate,” I tell her, already leaning up into her. She bends down and gives me a kiss, one that’s wet, playful, full of desire for more. Her tongue traces my bottom lip and then slides inside. That’s as much as I can allow and then I take over the kiss. I push into her mouth, needing her so much my body is vibrating with it. I plunder her mouth, memorizing it, praising it… worshipping it.

When we break apart, we’re both winded and Torrent’s breathing is so ragged the sound echoes in the room.

“Definitely have symptom one,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “What’s symptom two?”

“That’s where the hunger is so bad, your clothes have to come off.”

“I think you already have this illness, Logan. You’re naked,” she whispers, making me grin.

“I’ve had it since I first saw you, Angel. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

She leans back and takes off her T-shirt, flinging it to the floor.

Christ.

There are few things in life that can steal a man’s breath. The sight of Torrent sitting astride of me, her breasts free, a smile on her lips and her hair falling around her face softly is definitely one of those things.

“I think I’m starting to catch up to you,” she whispers, her fingers moving over my chest, rubbing the hair she finds there, and teasing me.


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