Eight Bikers’ Heir (Love by Numbers 2 #7) Read Online Nicole Casey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Love by Numbers 2 Series by Nicole Casey
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
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I didn’t really care for the noise and smell before all of this, but I had become so used to it that I had an appreciation for it now. I associated it with the men I was steadily caring more and more about.

Whether I wanted to or not.

Kai set out first, leading the pack onto the road and coursing through the less busy streets around the area. He then made his way to one of the main roads, increasing speed and going deeper into the heart of the city where there was more activity. That didn’t slow them down, though. They easily weaved through traffic, somehow still staying a group and not being left behind.

I was constantly impressed with their riding abilities, but I supposed that this was what they did for a living.

This was their life, and I could see the thrill in it. The wind whipping past us. The freedom of moving so smoothly. The adrenaline of picking up speed.

I turned my head to see Hayden on my left as he moved into the next lane. If I wasn’t so scared of somehow flying off, I would’ve waved, but a nod was passed between us. Laughter bubbled in my chest as I saw Auden on my right again. I noticed that he certainly liked my attention and loved vying for it.

I definitely didn’t mind.

We went around the city, going from the heart to the outskirts where the roads were one lane and quieter. I looked behind me to see the guys in a disciplined line, my heart hammering in my chest. They took this so seriously, and I had to admit that it was admirable.

So many people didn’t go after what they wanted. They let life just pass them by. No thrills. No risks. No fun.

I didn’t want to be like them, and maybe I made bad decisions and was reckless at times, but I only had one life. The ride I was on with these guys maybe wasn’t forever, but I was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

Unlike how I used to be before, I had to be realistic.

Kai pulled off the road into the parking lot of a sports bar. There was a section where a few other bikes were parked that they all lined up along, their engines steadily rumbling into silence. He pulled off his helmet, a gleam lighting up his eyes.

“How was that?” he asked.

“I think I’d like to go on a few more rides,” I admitted as I pulled off my helmet, giving my head a shake to volumize my hair.

“That’s my girl,” Kai murmured as we both got off his bike. Maybe he didn’t mean for me to hear them, but his words made my stomach flip.

Was I really his girl? Was I any of theirs?

We all walked into the sports bar that had framed jerseys and old sports photos plastered on the walls, along with more flatscreen televisions than I could count that displayed current and past baseball games, football games, and UFC fights.

We all sat together at two tables pushed together, a sense of thrill and satisfaction seeming to radiate from us.

Lincoln sat on my left, while Chris sat on my right. Every time I was between two of the guys, I felt protected. Like nothing and no one could get to me.

“Do you have anything you need? I was planning on swinging by the store tomorrow,” Lincoln asked. “Snacks? More cheesy romance books?”

I feigned an offended look as I swatted at his muscular arm.

“They are so not cheesy!” I told him. “Don’t you want an epic love story?”

Lincoln chuckled a little and shrugged.

“I don’t need epic. I just want something real and true,” he said.

My face softened as my heart skipped. I should’ve expected an answer like that from him, who had been through such volatile relationships before. He wanted the real deal, and I shared that sentiment. I wanted passion and a rush unlike any other, and I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t feel sparks of that with the guys.

“You’re a true romantic, aren’t you? You literally have a tattoo about your favorite romance book,” Auden chuckled.

“Love Kills, right?” Claude asked me.

Awe struck me. I couldn’t believe they remembered all these little things about me.

“That’s the one. I’m a sucker for intense romances, especially when both characters are badass,” I said with a soft laugh before a more serious look crossed my face. “I don’t know. I think I latch onto romance stories because the thought of being loved unconditionally seems so perfect that it almost feels like it only exists in books.”

“Everything fictional stems from something that’s real,” Kai pointed out, sharing a warm smile with me that made my cheeks flush. Maybe he was right.

Thirsty from the long ride, I downed a little bit too much water too fast, and my bladder refused to let me ignore that.


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