Hard Road Read Online Joanna Blake (Untouchables MC #4)

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Untouchables MC Series by Joanna Blake
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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I guess coming inside your wife after not fucking for a week was a whole other ball game.

I kissed her deeply, unwilling to move as we both shook and shimmied with post-orgasmic aftershocks.

“I love you, Parker. I love you so fucking much.”

Her eyelids fluttered open and she smiled at me.

“I love you too, Shane.”

I grinned and kissed her hard, pulling out. I promised myself it was only for a minute. I couldn’t safely carry her into the other room with my pants around my ankles and my cock still buried inside her.

“Good. Now let’s find the bed so we can do that again.”

“Maybe we could take our clothes off this time,” she said cheekily. I kissed her again, lifting her into my arms to carry her to the bedroom.

“I knew there was a reason I married you. My wife always has the best ideas.”

Six Months Later

Shane

I glanced at Parker, who was staring out the passenger window at the sea. Her delicate hand rested on her rounded belly. The cool, salty air filled the car through the open windows.

After a whirlwind start to our marriage and skipping the traditional honeymoon because of her classes and my new career, we were finally here.

We were going home.

Not our home, the warm and safe place we had created in California with a couple of upgrades to our little shack in the woods. My home. My childhood home and hopefully, something more. Maybe a second home for us, if she liked it.

Don’t get ahead of yourself, Shane.

I was so excited to show her where I had grown up. I wanted to spend some time figuring out what to do with the assets my parents had left Billy and me.

I hoped that maybe we could split our time on both coasts. If she liked it. It all depended on my wife and unborn child.

“It’s so beautiful here, Shane.”

I felt her eyes on me and grinned. I loved the way my wife looked at me. She still treated me like I was her hero, even after six months.

I was blissfully, ridiculously in love with her, and I wasn’t afraid to show it. My lady had me whipped, only she never actually cracked the whip, so she might not even know how bad I had it for her. Or how much power she had.

“That’s it. On the right.”

She leaned toward her window, staring at the cottage on the cliffs overlooking the shore. Well, cottage was an understatement. It was a big house. Gigantic compared to our cozy shack in the woods. But it was much more reasonably-sized than the mammoth mansions that dotted the cliffs here. My family home was traditional New England all the way, set on a secluded bend in the cliffs with huge houses, if you walked far enough on either side.

My heart swelled at the sight of it. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it here.

Everything came flooding back. I could almost see my mother opening the front door to call us in. Billy was there, under that tree. We’d played in the front yard when it got too hot and spent endless hours baking in sun and salt and sand on the beach below.

“You grew up here?”

I nodded.

“My dad’s family built this place a hundred years ago.”

“And it’s been empty all this time,” she breathed in wonder as we pulled into the gravel driveway.

“Yes. But I did pay someone to look after it. A house this close to the water needs constant upkeep. They turned the water off and on every season so the pipes didn’t burst. Mowed the lawn. Flushed the toilets now and then. Checked on the place after every Nor’easter. That sort of thing.”

She stood, staring up at the house. What I would give to see my father and mother walk out the door to greet us and meet my lovely wife. They would have loved her so much. In my mind, Billy was here too, hanging out his window to insult me or try to initiate a very foolish game of catch.

Yeah, we’d broken more than a few windows that way. Thankfully, my parents had been more amused than angry at our youthful exuberance.

“It shouldn’t be too dusty. I had someone come and clean.” I took her hand and kissed it. “All-natural stuff, I promise.”

She smiled at me shyly.

“Thank you.”

“I know how much it means to you. For the baby.”

“And the planet,” she added. I loved that about her. After everything she’d been through, she hadn’t lost faith. She still wanted to save the world, one organic vegetable at a time.

After being hungry, my wife had learned to respect food, she said. I hated that she had gone through all that. But I loved that it had led her to me.

“Should we go in?” I asked, pulling her in for a kiss.


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