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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He smirks, amused by my outrage. “If I had my way, I’d sling you over my shoulder and walk you out of here.”

“So, what’s stopping you?” I ask.

He leans in and plants a kiss on my mouth. “The fifty-seven thousand stitches holding your beautiful body together, plus the army of nurses and guards ready to throw my ass in jail for abusing a patient.”

I start to object, but then a stab of pain from my shoulder to my gut has me doubled over. When the pain recedes, I know Joaquin speaks the truth.

I raise my hands in surrender and Joaquin pushes the chair closer and eases me into it.

“Is this better?” he asks.

“Ouch!” I say, trying to get comfortable.

“Shit, I’m sorry. You okay?”

I suck in a breath. Once we’re moving, I’m fine and ready to go home, but a full recovery is still weeks away. “Yes, actually I am. So, let’s get going.”

Joaquin laughs and pushes the chair down the hall. One elevator ride, a long walk through the lobby, and we’re out in the sweet, blessed sunshine. His hand grips the back of my neck and gives it a supportive squeeze. “Stubborn woman.”

I laugh. “It’s all part of my charm,” I remind him.

“It is,” he says with a hint of affection.

We pass dozens of cars as he pushes me across the parking lot, the sun so welcome on my face after days or is it weeks breathing institutional air. I look around, puzzled “Where’s your bike? I’m ready to feel the power between my legs again.”

“Seriously?” He smiles and shakes his head. “The doc explicitly said no wild rides, on dicks or bikes.” He motions to the deep blue pickup truck and opens the door.

I take a step forward and sigh. “Bummer. Because I was totally looking forward to a few of our wild rides.”

Joaquin laughs and picks me up gently and deposits me on the front seat. “Doc also said no heavy lifting and no significant weight on this side.”

Without another word, he sets me on the passenger seat and straps me in, stopping only to press one hot kiss to my lips. “I’m so fucking glad you’re all right, Will.”

He pulls back and quickly closes the door, taking his time to round the car and toss my bag in the back.

In this moment, more than all the moments before, I’m also glad that I’m all right. All right, and here with this man who’s captivated my mind and my body, who is showing he cares without realizing it, or maybe he does realize it, and this is what it looks like when a good man cares. It’s not like I would know if one walked up to me and bit me on the ass.

“Ready?” he asks as he settles behind the wheel.

“Ready,” I answer. “And Joaquin?”

“What’s up, babe?”

I smile. “I’m so fucking glad that I’m all right too. And I plan on living my life like tomorrow isn’t promised because it isn’t.”

“That’s good,” he says as he pulls out of the hospital parking lot.

“I know. It also means that I’m not going to hold back on getting what I want. Starting with you. Tonight.”

His lips curl into a teasing smirk. “We’ll see.”

“Yes,” I agree. “We will.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Joaquin

Lockdown has been over for almost two weeks now, and every morning when I wake up with Willow’s soft and hot curves against me, I have the same thought. Too. Fucking. Quiet.

We’re all glad to have some space again with the lockdown over. The older, more established brothers can return to their houses and apartments, while new patches like me and a few prospects live here at the clubhouse around the clock.

It’s part of the deal, and once Willow realized this is home, she just smiled and said she wants to be wherever I am. As glad as I am to have her at my side, to know she’s all right because she’s with me, something feels off.

And it’s not Willow. She’s healing nicely, and I’m grateful for that.

I find myself holding my breath, just waiting for more shit to rain down on the MC.

“Mmm,” Willow groans beside me, one arm and one leg draped across my body, her head on my chest, and long hair all over me.

“Good morning, hot stuff,” she murmurs sleepily. Her lashes flutter open, her eyes bright, and she’s smiling.

“Morning, babe. How are you feeling?”

“Like I want a hot morning fuck.”

My arm tightens around her waist, and I pull her until she’s straddling me. “Sleep all right?”

She shrugs, leaning down to press a hot as fuck kiss to my lips as her pussy grinds against my cock.

“Better than you,” she purrs in my ear. “Means my blow job didn’t knock you out properly.”

I smile and grab her hips, dragging her slick pussy up and down my aching cock. “No, babe. It was perfect. Just got a lot on my mind.”


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