Ghost – A Steele Riders MC Read online C.M. Steele

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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
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“Let me do a cursory check just to be sure,” Blade said, jumping out of the SUV and going into the house. Two minutes later, he was back to the SUV. “Everything looks good inside. All the systems are up and running. Do you remember the codes?”

“I got them.” I frowned, hating that everyone worried about me. I stepped out, holding back the pain from the day with the tiniest of grunts escaping. Grace exited the other side, and then I pulled her to me. She shouldn’t have gotten out without me, which I’d have to remind her later about.

He clapped my shoulder as we walked up the stairs, and then he added, "A prospect or two will be doing perimeter checks every hour, and you know the sensors are top of the line."

"Thanks, Blade." I walked us inside, but Blade stood outside the door.

Grace threw her arm around him for a quick hug before I pulled her back and slammed the door in his face. I could hear his burly laugh on the other side of the door. "You need to stop being so nice to them,” I grunted out, feeling insanely possessive over her. It had been a first for me to get even a hint of jealousy over a woman, especially with one of my brothers.

"Why? Are you jealous, Ricardo?" She stared with lustful eyes, stroking my cock through my joggers like the little minx she was. I wanted her to drop to her knees so I could show her how jealous she made me.

"Very,” I groaned, slamming my hands on the door, pinning her between me and it. I wanted to devour her, mark her, and breed her like a wild fucking animal out for one thing. Grace was it for me. Some had come and gone in my life, but Grace was a keeper for the long haul. Once I had her under me, I was never letting her go. Hell, the second I opened my eyes to see her sweet face, she was stuck with me.

"I do recall you saying something about a shower." On her tippy toes, she slid her tongue along my chin. “I feel very possessive as well.” The softness of her voice felt like every word caressed over my flesh.

"Right this way, angel. Then you can show me that you’re mine."

I wish I could carry her ass to the shower, but I didn't want to fuck up my progress. I wasn't fooling anyone when it came to my injuries. They’d recovered well while I was unconscious, but with my movements, I aggravated it.

We entered my bedroom, and it looked just as clean as when I left it. My siblings, more than likely; my sister dusted everything in the house. “This is our room.”

“You’re very presumptuous, Mr. Martinez,” she accused, staring at my lips and making her way down to my cock.

She understood damn well what she was doing to me, and enjoyed it. Fuck, so did I. Soon, she’d be my wife. Very fucking soon. “I don’t presume anything. I know you’re mine, and this is where you belong.” I thrusted my hand into her hair, gripping onto the base of her skull, and brought her lips to mine.

I pulled away and walked us to the bathroom, turning on the water in the large shower stall. As I waited for it to heat up, I grabbed Grace’s blouse and dragged her to me. Her plump breasts smacked against my chest, driving me insane with lust. Images of them full of milk, ready to feed our baby, slammed into my head. "It's time to get you undressed. You've seen all of me. I think it's time I see those fabulous tits that have been on my mind all damn day.”

She crossed her arms and gripped the hem, lifting it off and over her head, dropping it onto the floor. Without taking her eyes off of me, she snapped her bra off, letting it join her top. Fuck me. I’d never seen anything sexier. I needed her naked and under me now.

I groaned, reaching out and cupping the meaty, smooth flesh. Eyes closed, hands gripping my biceps, Grace let out a whimper that went straight to my sack. "Are you on birth control?"

"No." Another jolt straight to my balls.

"Good. I'm not pulling out."

"I'm not asking you to. I've had a month of fantasizing about you." I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it with hers, kicking off my shoes at the same time. My eyes were glued to her tiny fingers slowly unbuttoning her shorts. Four fucking buttons even seemed like so damn much right now. I took off my joggers and socks, standing naked and rock hard in front of her.

"You are so damn handsome." She stopped undressing to reach out and run her fingers over my ink. Soon, I’d add another piece to it. Her hand skimmed over my abs and worked lower. She took my shaft in hand and stroked me once before I took her hands away and pinned them behind her back.


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