Hammer Read Online Chelsea Camaron, Jessie Lane (Regulators MC #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Regulators MC Series by Chelsea Camaron
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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She crosses her arms over her chest. “You’re just trying to make me feel better after Coal was an epic shithead.”

“Nope. Really, I’m cold,” I retort without batting an eye. “And you should know Coal is an epic shithead to every female he comes across. It’s not just you. Now stop your yapping and come warm me up. The faster you get over here, the faster we can watch television and chill the hell out.”

She stands there, contemplating me as if I’m a snake that might bite. “No funny business?”

Shrugging, I tell her, “I won’t push you away if you insist on feeling me up.”

Desirae snorts. “Right. Don’t hold your breath, waiting for that, buddy. You’ll run out of air.”

When she starts walking back over to the other couch, I think she’s going to pass up my offer of cuddling, but she scoops up the television remote in her hand, instead. Then she heads over to me and sits on the cushion next to me, tucking her feet up until she is curled into a ball.

Taking a chance, I throw my arm over the back of the couch behind her. It will give her the option to move closer if she wants. She starts flicking the channels absently.

“What are we going to watch?” I ask, as if some idiotic part of me isn’t putting myself out there with a woman who probably won’t give me the time of day.

She stops channel surfing, and I hear the roar of car engines and fast music on the screen. Looking at it, I see one of my favorite action movies is on. I smile then give into temptation and grab her by the shoulder to pull her into my side.

Sighing in exaggerated satisfaction, I say, “I swear you’re the perfect woman.”

I feel her shaking with laughter, and something in me lightens. It feels good to make this woman laugh. I wonder what it would be like to be able to do it all the time.

~Desirae~

Tank and the Hellions always say I get off on causing them pain. Well, Hammer gets off on getting me wound up and knowing damn well we won’t finish the job.

Okay, well, he doesn’t exactly know he has me ready to blow from a simple touch. First, the man is sexy as hell. His body is a machine, and he takes damn good care of it. More than that, his scars tell a story of a man who has fought and overcome many things. His eyes draw me in and keep me locked tight with every stare. Then, when he speaks, my insides quiver.

I want to slap myself for reading too many romance novels. I don’t know if he’s really this damn good or if my mind just wants him to be.

In the time since I got here, I have learned not only is Hammer sexy as sin, but the man is not a morning person. He is the definition of coffee first, and I think it’s funny, but I have learned to only push so far.

He enters my space, and my whole body comes to attention. My skin tingles at every touch. I even have to try to find new exercises we can do where there is less contact between us.

Every breath, I inhale his scent and want to breathe deeper just to have more. He’s masculine, and he doesn’t back down.

“Researching an escape already?” he challenges.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Hammer.”

“I’m just getting started,” he says, taking off his shirt before wheeling himself into the open space of the living room where we have been exercising.

I feel my heart rate pick up and fight to keep my breathing under control. Then he looks up at me and gives me his half-grin, and I want to smack him and ravage him at the same damn time.

I love a challenge. However, Hammer is one I’m not sure I can win. Then again, I’m not sure losing would be the worst thing ever, but I have never crossed the line of professionalism before.

Chapter

10

~Hammer~

What the hell have I gotten myself into? Yeah, I wanted to go home, but how was I supposed to know trouble was headed my way if I did? Now I have the sexiest woman alive moved in with me.

She walks around here in these short-ass shorts that hug her luscious ass that is calling out for me to grab with two hands as I slam her down on my cock. And when she thinks I’m done for the night, she takes off her bra, letting her boobs move freely inside the tiny tank top she prefers to sleep in. I never thought a woman could be sexier in clothes than out of them, but the sight of Desirae in her pajamas gets my dick harder than any porn ever could. There is something about the way her night clothes cling to her that fuels my nightly fantasies of peeling them off before licking her from head to toe.


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