Joaquin (Reckless Souls MC #5) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Reckless Souls MC Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
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“Harder,” I command, and Joaquin gives me exactly what I ask for. It takes less than a minute of hard, balls-deep pounding before my pussy pulses around his cock, milking him dry as I jerk with uncontrollable pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” he roars and fills up my body with his orgasm. Thank God for birth control pills.

Knowing my pussy is gripping him the way he likes it is powerful, and I savor the feel of him inside me, the sound of him growling my name.

“Shit, Willow. Your pussy is magic.”

I smile over my shoulder at him. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I assure him because I will have this biker.

Sooner than you think.

Chapter Eight

Joaquin

“Juniper, sweetheart. You got some cash for us?” I lean across the granite counter of one of our MC’s brothels and give a big-ass grin to the proprietor.

She rolls her eyes like I’m some damn kid, which doesn’t bother me as much as it used to. “Come on back, lover boy,” Juniper says with a fake com-on purr. “I got what you need.”

My eyes widen at her words, and a laugh escapes. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

She casts a glance over her shoulder at Ace. “Is this kid for real?”

Ace lets out a loud laugh and shrugs. “Depends on if you’re buyin’ what he’s sellin’.”

I leave Ace at reception and follow Juniper back to the office where she hands me an oversized duffel bag.

“What do your girls have, whiskey-flavored pussies?” I say as I test the heft of the bag. It’s at least double the amount of money we usually pick up from Juniper’s place.

She shrugs while flashing that come-hither smile that makes her place popular with businessmen, gangsters, and everybody in between.

“Business is good, especially with the Iron Kings out of commission in LA, so there’s more than usual.”

“Ace will be pleased.”

“I’m pleased,” she says with confidence. “That’s all that matters to me. Anything else?”

I take a step forward, tempted to ask for time with her later like I usually do, but something stops me. I pause and shake my head. “Nah. You stay safe, beautiful.”

“Always. You too, Joaquin.”

I smile and lift the duffel bag before rejoining Ace in the front. “Good business,” I say when his eyes widen at the sight of the bag.

“Fuck yeah,” he says. “Let’s hope the rest of the stops are as good.”

Ace and I spend the morning picking up cash from all the club’s legit business interests. Several dispensaries and a few whorehouses. Our last stop is Nova’s clinic. “He’s doing stitches,” the busty receptionist says with a friendly smile.

We step outside so we don’t freak out the sick and injured people in the waiting room. It’s no secret that the Reckless Souls own the clinic now, but according to Ace, it’s more of a vanity project. Good for our image in the community. If we make money, that’s a bonus.

“So, Road Captain?” Ace asks with a crooked grin. “That’s a lot of responsibility.”

I nod, not sure what he’s getting at. Does he think I can’t handle it? “It is, but I’m up for the job. I know I have the skills to do the position justice.”

“All right. We’ll give it a trial run and see how it goes.”

My brows shoot up. “Seriously? Just like that?” I expected a little bit of protest, maybe shock and surprise.

“What, you want an obstacle course or some hazing shit?”

“No,” I shake my head. “I just expected it would be more difficult, I guess.”

“Well, I can’t just name you Road Captain, and that’ll be it. Dix told me you were interested, and it sounds like you’ve given it some serious thought. So, we’ll do a trial run and then take it to a vote.”

“You know I won’t let you down, brother.”

“I know you won’t.”

“Cool,” I say because what else is there to say? I don’t wanna come off as some eager kid, so I just nod and pretend like I’m not happy as fuck to move up the ranks in the MC.

Nova finally calls us back to his office and unlocks the safe that’s hanging behind his multiple framed degrees. “I told you this place could make enough profit to make it worth it,” he says and hands over an envelope full of bills.

“You were right. Is that what you wanna hear?”

Nova shrugs at Ace with a knowing smile. “It doesn’t hurt to hear if that’s what you’re asking.”

“This don’t hurt either,” Ace says and wiggles the envelope. “See you later at the clubhouse?”

“We close early today, so unless there’s an emergency, I’ll be there before dinner,” Nova sighs. “Be nice when lockdown is over.”

“Soon,” Ace promises, and we leave through the back exit and jump on our bikes, saddlebags now loaded up with cash.

It’s a nice day in Angel Harbor. The sun is shining, and the sky is a fine shade of blue without a cloud in sight. It has to be a good omen or something, right? My abuela is all about signs and omens and one thing meaning something else, and today, as my bike chops up the road, I hope like hell she’s right.


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